Now I know our blog usually features young adult books, but I'm a huge fan of Tracey Garvis-Graves adult works. I absolutely loved On the Island and Covet was so perfect I felt like she wrote it just for me. So I'm pretty excited that she's got a new book coming. I can assure you that I will be all over that shit.
It's an Adult Romantic Suspense and it's releasing this year!
So check out the gorgeous trailer for EVERY TIME I THINK OF YOU, read the excerpt, and don't forget to add it to your reading list!
Title: Every Time I Think of You
Author: Tracey Garvis-Graves
Release date: TBA 2014
Book Description:
Thirty-year-old Daisy DiStefano has two people she holds dear: the grandmother who raised her, and her three-year-old son, Elliott. But when Daisy’s grandmother is killed in a seemingly random act of violence, Daisy must take steps to protect herself and her child.
Despite a thriving career in San Francisco, thirty-six-year-old Brooks McClain has returned home to spend what little time his mother has left before she succumbs to the deadly disease that is ravaging her. The seasoned investigative reporter has taken a position with the local newspaper and been on the job less than twenty-four hours when he’s summoned to cover the death of Pauline Thorpe.
Brooks is all business, but the more time he spends with Daisy DiStefano, the more invested he becomes; there’s something about a single mother, a defenseless child, and an unsolved crime that has stirred Brooks’s protective instincts like nothing ever has before.
And when the unthinkable happens, Brooks will do whatever it takes to clear the name of the woman he’s fallen for and the child he’ll protect at any cost.
Romantic and suspenseful,
Every Time I Think of You shows how far two people will go to fight for the ones they love, and the life they’ve always imagined.
TRAILER
EXCERPT
My watch said 11:00 p.m. Way too late to show up unannounced, but I knocked on Daisy’s door anyway, picturing her tip-toeing quietly to look through the peephole. It took a full minute because I’d undoubtedly roused her from a sound sleep. But then she opened the door far enough for me to cross the threshold and locked it again behind me.
The apartment was dark, save for a small beam of light that spilled into the hallway from her bedroom. As my eyes adjusted I noticed her hair. I’d never seen it down before. It fell way past her shoulders and was slightly messy, like she’d been tossing and turning in her sleep before I arrived. She wore a pair of pajama pants and a tank top with narrow straps, one of which had fallen off her shoulder.
“What is it?” she asked. “Are you okay?”
“My mom died,” I said. It felt strange to say the words out loud. My voice sounded flat, unemotional.
“I’m so sorry, Brooks,” she said, but she didn’t say anything else.
I wanted something that would take away the empty, restless feeling inside of me. Something solid and real. She was standing close enough that one step was all I needed to close the gap between us. She must have taken a shower right before she went to bed because when I plunged my hands into all that hair, grabbing fistfuls and pulling her up against me, I felt the dampness and smelled the faint traces of her shampoo.
I moved my hands to the sides of her face and cupped it. She didn’t miss a beat when I pressed my lips to hers. She was probably wondering how I could possibly kiss her at a time like this, but it didn’t stop her from putting her arms around me and kissing me back like it was exactly what she needed, too.
Like the steady turn of a release valve, everything that had been bottled up inside of me escaped slowly through that kiss. I hadn’t realized how rigidly I’d been holding my body until it slackened against hers. How tightly I’d been clenching my jaw until I relaxed it to kiss her. All the tension I’d been feeling disappeared when she opened her mouth and let me in.
It was a long slow kiss, the kind that wasn’t meant to lead to anything else and was all the more powerful because of it. When I’d finally had enough I said, “I don’t know why I came. It’s late. I woke you up.”
“It’s okay,” she said softly. “I don’t mind.”
“Go back to bed,” I whispered.
She nodded and I opened the door. “Lock this behind me,” I said, and I waited in the hallway until I heard the tumble of the lock clicking into place.
About the Author:
Tracey Garvis-Graves is the author of On the Island and Covet. She lives in a suburb of Des Moines, Iowa with her husband, two children, and hyper dog Chloe. She blogs at
www.traceygarvisgraves.com using colorful language and a snarky sense of humor to write about pop culture, silly television shows, and her suburban neighborhood. You can e-mail her at traceygarvisgraves@yahoo.com. She’d love to hear from you.
Monday, May 12, 2014
Special Announcement : Tracey Garvis-Graves & a New Book! Say what?
Despite a thriving career in San Francisco, thirty-six-year-old Brooks McClain has returned home to spend what little time his mother has left before she succumbs to the deadly disease that is ravaging her. The seasoned investigative reporter has taken a position with the local newspaper and been on the job less than twenty-four hours when he’s summoned to cover the death of Pauline Thorpe.
Brooks is all business, but the more time he spends with Daisy DiStefano, the more invested he becomes; there’s something about a single mother, a defenseless child, and an unsolved crime that has stirred Brooks’s protective instincts like nothing ever has before.
And when the unthinkable happens, Brooks will do whatever it takes to clear the name of the woman he’s fallen for and the child he’ll protect at any cost.
Romantic and suspenseful, Every Time I Think of You shows how far two people will go to fight for the ones they love, and the life they’ve always imagined.
The apartment was dark, save for a small beam of light that spilled into the hallway from her bedroom. As my eyes adjusted I noticed her hair. I’d never seen it down before. It fell way past her shoulders and was slightly messy, like she’d been tossing and turning in her sleep before I arrived. She wore a pair of pajama pants and a tank top with narrow straps, one of which had fallen off her shoulder.
“What is it?” she asked. “Are you okay?”
“My mom died,” I said. It felt strange to say the words out loud. My voice sounded flat, unemotional.
“I’m so sorry, Brooks,” she said, but she didn’t say anything else.
I wanted something that would take away the empty, restless feeling inside of me. Something solid and real. She was standing close enough that one step was all I needed to close the gap between us. She must have taken a shower right before she went to bed because when I plunged my hands into all that hair, grabbing fistfuls and pulling her up against me, I felt the dampness and smelled the faint traces of her shampoo.
I moved my hands to the sides of her face and cupped it. She didn’t miss a beat when I pressed my lips to hers. She was probably wondering how I could possibly kiss her at a time like this, but it didn’t stop her from putting her arms around me and kissing me back like it was exactly what she needed, too.
Like the steady turn of a release valve, everything that had been bottled up inside of me escaped slowly through that kiss. I hadn’t realized how rigidly I’d been holding my body until it slackened against hers. How tightly I’d been clenching my jaw until I relaxed it to kiss her. All the tension I’d been feeling disappeared when she opened her mouth and let me in.
It was a long slow kiss, the kind that wasn’t meant to lead to anything else and was all the more powerful because of it. When I’d finally had enough I said, “I don’t know why I came. It’s late. I woke you up.”
“It’s okay,” she said softly. “I don’t mind.”
“Go back to bed,” I whispered.
She nodded and I opened the door. “Lock this behind me,” I said, and I waited in the hallway until I heard the tumble of the lock clicking into place.
About the Author:
Tracey Garvis-Graves is the author of On the Island and Covet. She lives in a suburb of Des Moines, Iowa with her husband, two children, and hyper dog Chloe. She blogs at www.traceygarvisgraves.com using colorful language and a snarky sense of humor to write about pop culture, silly television shows, and her suburban neighborhood. You can e-mail her at traceygarvisgraves@yahoo.com. She’d love to hear from you.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
{Announcement} Sarah Fine Talks About Of Metal and Wishes
Hey, guys! I have the honor of bringing you some fantastic news this morning. And the thing is, you probably won't even realize how awesome this news is yet, but trust me, it is:
I won't waste your time with platitudes or trying to convince you why this is so unbelievably awesome. I'll just let the author tell you about it herself.
From Sarah:
Eeeeeek! Best. News. Ever!!! When I read Of Metal and Wishes, I read it thinking it was a stand-alone. And I was okay with that because I could use more stand-alone novels in my life. But when I got to the end of Of Metal and Wishes, I needed more. You can check out my Review in a GIFfy for the novel if you don't believe me. It was a sufficient ending, don't get me wrong, but it left quite a bit unsaid. And now we're going to get the opportunity to get the full story! Sarah may have also mentioned the possible title for the sequel -- it's not been approved yet, though, so we can't share it. But it's perfect, trust me. =) And how amazing is it that she wrote these books in such a brief amount of time?!? I bow down to Sarah's greatness.
And in case you're still wondering what all the fuss is about, here's a little more about the first book in what is now going to be a duology:
Author: Sarah Fine
Series: Of Metal and Wishes, book #1
Publisher: Margaret K. McElderry Books
Publication Date: August 5, 2014
Purchase: Amazon | Barnes & Noble
In celebration of Sarah's big news, she's offered up a very nice giveaway for you guys:
Rules:
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Share your thoughts on the announcement below! Good luck & happy reading!
Current Giveaways
A Starry-Eyed Prize Pack!
Subscribe by Email
Follow Via Bloglovin
Follow Jen on Instagram
Jen's Currently Reading
Sabrina's Currently Reading
2019 Reading Challenge
Followers
Search This Blog
Ratings
Twitter
Quotes We ♥
Blog Archive
Labels
About Me
-
starryeyedjen
- I work with numbers by day, and I'm a mommy and avid reader by night. I'm a self-proclaimed Spreadsheet Queen, and I'll read anything you put in front of me. I seriously love all the books! And I adore audiobooks, too!
View my complete profile