Wednesday, June 12, 2019

#GIVEAWAY Showcase Smitten by the Brit by Melonie Johnson

Ready for your next Summer must read, well lets head over the pond for this delightful romp, Smitten by the Brit by Melonie Johnson. Plus Melonie's publisher St. Martin's Press is sponsoring a #Giveaway too.
Enjoy!


ISBN-13:
 9781250193056
Publisher: St. Martin's Press

Release Date: 5-28-2019

Length:
 384 pp
Sometimes in Love #2

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Overview:

DEFINITELY, MAYBE...OR LOVE, ACTUALLY?

English professor Bonnie Blythe expects her life to play out like her favorite novels, especially now that her long-term boyfriend has finally proposed. So when a shocking discovery leads Bonnie to end her engagement, she decides to close the book on love. But the plot thickens when a brand-new character enters the scene—and quickens Bonnie's heart.

With his brilliant blue eyes, sexy accent, and irresistible charm, Theo Wharton is like a romantic hero straight out of a Jane Austen novel. When fate places Bonnie in England for a summer—conveniently close to Theo—she realizes a hot friends-with-benefits fling is exactly what she needs to start a fresh chapter. Just as Bonnie begins to believe she's falling in love, an eye-opening revelation into Theo's life makes Bonnie feel like she's wandered into one of her favorite books. Will Bonnie have the courage to risk her heart and turn the page with the dashing Brit to find her true happy ending after all?



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Read an excerpt:

CHAPTER 1
BONNIE BLYTHE HOVERED near the tall windows, nursing her cocktail and watching the lights from the Navy Pier Ferris wheel twinkle in the fading spring twilight. It was a romantic moment, one she should have been enjoying with Gabe, except her fiancé wasn’t here. As was so often the case lately, her significant other was significantly absent.
Gabe had promised he’d accompany her tonight, but then begged off at the last minute. His PhD adviser had called and requested another meeting, and as Bonnie well knew, all things related to Gabe’s dissertation came first. Thank God he was almost done with grad school, so they could focus on other things—like finally deciding on a wedding date.
The reminder of her prolonged engagement had Bonnie knocking back the rest of her drink. The bittersweet sting of alcohol burned her throat and warmed her belly, but did nothing to loosen the knot of frustration in her gut. She set her empty glass on the window ledge and adjusted her crown of flowers, fingers tingling. She never could hold her liquor. A source of eternal amusement for her Irish cousins, one drink was often enough to do her in.
Right now, she could go for a little bit of doing in. She was Ophelia without her Hamlet, so why not drown her sorrows in another cocktail? Bonnie turned away from the wall of windows and headed for the bar, attention focused on the trailing ends of her gauzy dress as she dodged Romeos and Juliets, Oberons and Titanias, Henrys and Falstaffs. The foyer of the Chicago Shakespeare Theater was stuffed with a menagerie of the namesake playwright’s characters.
Each April, the company held a gala in honor of the bard’s birthday, and this year’s event was a costume ball. Bonnie had been looking forward to the gala for months, ever since her best friend, Cassie, invited her to attend. As a broadcast journalist covering stories for the local morning show, ChiChat, Cassie often scored tickets to the city’s hottest events. Fresh drink in hand, Bonnie surveyed the room, looking for any sign of her friend. A flash of plaid caught her eye, and Bonnie grinned. Of course. She headed toward the couple lingering in a quiet corner.
“Bonnie!” Cassie exclaimed, pushing away from the man she’d been canoodling with. “I was wondering when you’d get here.”
“Oh, I’ve been here awhile, but I think your attention was elsewhere.” Bonnie nodded at the tall auburn-haired man standing next to Cassie. “Hello, Logan. Let me guess…” She pointed at the kilt he was wearing. “Macbeth?”
“And Lady Macbeth.” Cassie held up her hands. “What do you think? Is it too much?”
Bonnie considered her friend’s palms, dyed a grisly red. “I think you both look perfect.”
“Aye. Well, I already had the kilt, you ken.” Logan winked. “And seeing as how the first time we met, I was accused of talking like a—what was it you called me, love?” he asked Cassie, a mischievous smile playing about his lips.
“A Macbeth reject.” Cassie shook her head. “You’re never going to let me forget about that, are you?”
Logan pulled Cassie close. “Neverrr,” he growled against her neck, his Scottish burr a low purr that likely had every female in hearing distance perking up. Even Bonnie wasn’t immune to the Scot, though she enjoyed his charm on a purely spectator level.
Not that it mattered. Logan only had eyes for Cassie.
Which was as it should be. Since he was engaged to her best friend, Bonnie would punch Logan in the sporran herself if she ever caught the Scot checking out another “lass.” But Bonnie couldn’t imagine such a thing happening. She knew how much Logan loved Cassie, had watched their romance blossom from the start—she’d even had a hand in bringing them together. Though, she hadn’t expected their relationship to progress quite so quickly. Cassie and Logan had gotten engaged this past New Year’s and had already set the date for their wedding in early August, on the one-year anniversary of the day they met.
Yep, Bonnie had been engaged for over a year to a guy she’d been with since middle school, and still didn’t have a wedding date. Meanwhile, Cassie and Logan were getting married in less than four months.
Nope, she wasn’t bitter. Or, at least, she was trying very hard not to be. Bonnie was truly happy for the couple and was genuinely excited to be Cassie’s maid of honor. It’s just when Cassie asked Bonnie her opinion on invitations or dresses or, well, anything wedding-related, Bonnie sometimes (okay, all the time) felt the sting of envy. They should be planning her wedding. But it was hard to send out invitations when you didn’t know when or where to invite the guests.
Gabe said he wanted to get school over with, to have this final piece of his academic life wrapped up before starting the next stage. Bonnie understood. Mostly. But she and Gabe had been together for so long, she wanted to get on with the next step of her life. What was the big deal if they started planning the wedding before or after he finished the last leg of what had felt like a marathon?
She’d been by Gabe’s side every step of the way, and though Bonnie may not have been the one running the race, she’d sacrificed much to help her runner reach his goals. She’d waited this long, she could wait a little longer. It was almost May. By this time next month, Gabe would be finished with his final semester of grad school.
Soon, she’d be applauding, bursting with pride as Gabe walked down the aisle and accepted his degree. She couldn’t wait to call him Dr. Gabriel Shaughnessy. Couldn’t wait to write it on their wedding invitations and finally, finally, walk down the aisle herself and become Mrs. Dr. Gabriel Shaughnessy.
“Where’s Gabe?” Cassie asked, breaking into Bonnie’s thoughts.
“He had a meeting with his adviser.”
“Another one?” Her best friend frowned, brown eyes shadowed with concern. “On a Friday night?”
“The dissertation presentation is coming up soon, and they’re working out the final kinks.” Bonnie shrugged. “His adviser often calls on evenings and weekends.”
“What a wanker,” Logan said. Cassie slapped him on the arm but didn’t correct him.
Bonnie wasn’t sure if Logan meant Gabe or his adviser. Either way, she rather agreed with the Scot. She took a swig of her cocktail. Her glass was almost empty again. The second one had gone down much smoother—and faster—than the first. Bonnie glanced toward the bar and considered seeing how a third would fare.
Following the line of her gaze, Logan flashed a grin. “Shall I fetch you a wee bevy to wash your cares away?”
“Sure. A Manhattan, please.” She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had three drinks in one night, but right now she didn’t care.

Copyright © 2019 by Melonie Johnson
Book 1 available now     Book 3 out this month




About the author:
A Star Wars junkie and Shakespeare groupie who quotes both Yoda and the Bard with equal aplomb, award-winning author Melonie Johnson—aka #thewritinglush—is a two-time RWA Golden Heart® finalist who loves dark coffee, cheap wine, and expensive beer. And margaritas. And mimosas. And mules. Basically any cocktail that starts with the letter m. She met her future husband in that most romantic of places—the mall—when they were teenagers working in stores across the hall from each other. They went on to live happily ever after in the suburbs of Chicago with two redhead daughters, a dog that’s more like a small horse, and a trio of hermit crabs. After earning her Bachelor of Arts magna cum laude from Loyola University Chicago, Melonie taught high school English and Theatre in the northern Chicago suburbs for several years. Now she writes smart and funny contemporary romance (including the Sometimes In Love series) and moonlights as an audiobook narrator under the pseudonym Evelyn Eibhlin. https://meloniejohnson.com//https://twitter.com/MelonieJohnson/https://www.facebook.com/MelonieWrites/







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8 comments:

  1. Yep! I'd definitely enjoy kicking back in my lawn chair with this one. :)

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  2. I could sure see myself reading it :)

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  3. I added all three to my Kindle wish list. I can't read mass paperbacks anymore..even with my readers. LOL All three look so yummy and scream summer!

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    1. I am almost all digital now too Kim but because of totability on my part LOL

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  4. This sounds like a fun friends to lovers romance! Thanks for sharing Debbie :)

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