Links
by Lisa Becker
Publication date: August 1st 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
In high school, Charlotte Windham was a typical student going through an awkward phase — glasses and all. She harbored a crush on Garrett Stephens, the teen heartthrob everyone can’t help but fall for during that unfortunate ugly duckling phase of one’s teen years. Flash forward fifteen years later, and Charlotte and Garrett have a second chance encounter at a Los Angeles restaurant. However, this time around, Charlotte has leveled the playing field. She’s a bestselling novelist and no longer “Glasses,” the humiliating nickname Garrett called her in high school. In short, she’s a catch now and, thanks to corrective eye surgery, it’s not just her eyes that see better…so does her heart! Garrett hasn’t fared poorly either, transforming from teen heartbreaker to adult lothario. A now successful professional golfer, he’s recently suffered a major setback in the form of a possible career-ending injury. With the upper hand, can Charlotte forgive Garrett for his past ways, and for his more recent Don Juan lifestyle? Will she even want to? And, can Garrett change his ways for a second chance with Charlotte, who may just be the perfect fit for him?
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AUTHOR BIO:
Lisa Becker is a romance writer whose previous novels include Click: An Online Love Story, Double Click and Right Click. The books, about a young woman's search for love online in Los Angeles, have been called, “a fast read that will keep you entertained,” “a fun, quick read for fans of Sex and the City,” and “hard to put down.” The first in the series was optioned for a major motion picture.
Lisa’s writings about online dating have been featured in Cupid’s Pulse, GalTime.com, Single Edition, The Perfect Soulmate, Chick Lit Central and numerous other book blogs and websites.
As Lisa's grandmother used to say, "For every chair, there's a rush." Lisa is now happily married to a man she met online and lives in Manhattan Beach with him and their two daughters. So, if it happened for her, there’s hope for anyone!
Author links:
Website: www.lisabecker.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/ ClickAnOnlineLoveStory
Twitter: @lisawbecker
Instagram: lisawbecker
Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/ author/show/1486731.Lisa_ Becker
YouTube: https://youtu.be/BSwM4S3l9Pc
Facebook: www.facebook.com/
Twitter: @lisawbecker
Instagram: lisawbecker
Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/
YouTube: https://youtu.be/BSwM4S3l9Pc
GIVEAWAY
Blitz-wide giveaway (US/CAN)
- 6 thin brass cuff bracelets (to be worn individually or "linked" together)
Links Excerpt
As
I race to the restaurant, I scowl knowing Mom's going to have my
head. Actually, she's probably used to it by now. I'm surprised they
don't give me fake arrival times knowing I'm always ten minutes
behind.
I
rush through the revolving door of the restaurant, through the bar,
and smack into a woman. She brushes against my bum shoulder and the
pain burns right through me. Minding the manners Mom hammered into me
from a young age, I mutter, "Sorry," when I'm honestly not.
I look down and notice something familiar about her.
"Hi,
Garrett," she says, sharing a small smile. "It's been a
long time. How are you?"
"Um.
I'm fine." My brows furrow as I wrack my brain trying to figure
out who the hell this woman is. She's short, about five two and
roughly my age. I glance down and notice full, round breasts,
slightly wide hips and thick thighs. Not my usual type, so I'm pretty
sure I haven't slept with her. At least I don't have to worry about
that embarrassing scene. She's got chocolate brown eyes, looking at
me with warmth. "And...how are you?" Shaking my head I am
still trying to place her.
"I'm
doing well," she replies, her smile growing.
"I'm
glad to hear that," I say, trying to be polite and end this
awkward reunion that clearly has me clueless.
"Well...I
guess I should go." She turns back and waves to a woman sitting
in a far booth of the restaurant. On further inspection, she's waved
to Lindsay, my sister, who of course made it to our family lunch on
time. Seated with her are my parents, with Mom frowning at me and
shaking her head. Like she didn't expect I would be late. Marcus
isn't here yet either. Guess the twin thing really does run deep.
"You
know Lindsay?" I ask her.
"Uh,
yeah," she says, with a small chuckle and a noticeable hint of
sarcasm.
"My
parents?"
"Of
course," she says, shaking her head slightly like it's hitting
her I have no damn clue who she is. Then she confirms my suspicions
and just lays it on the line. "You don't know who I am, do you?"
Her eyes are alight with humor.
"Umm.
I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage," I splutter, rubbing
my hand behind my neck -- my tell -- before flashing her my most
charming, dimpled smile. Before she can respond, a lady in her
mid-sixties with salt and pepper hair wearing an outfit appropriate
for someone twenty years younger -- but this is LA after all -- walks
over.
"Pardon
the interruption," she begins. "I would just be kicking
myself if I got home and didn't take advantage of telling you what a
big fan I am."
"Oh,
thank you," I say, turning on the faux charm I reserve for
situations such as this.
"My
husband and I loved your book." The lady turns fully toward this
mystery woman. "I wish I had it with me for you to sign. Maybe I
could get your autograph on something else?" I cock my head to
the side and watch Mystery Woman. She turns back toward the elderly
lady and smiles sincerely.
"Sure.
I'd be happy to sign something."
The
lady reaches into her oversized zebra-print bag and produces a pen
and small notepad. She hands them to Mystery Woman and turns to me,
smiling.
"Who
should I make this out to?" asks Mystery Woman.
"Donna
and Frank. Your dear
friends,
Donna and Frank."
"My...dear...friends...Donna...and...Frank,"
Mystery Woman murmurs aloud as she writes a note. Watching her
autograph the note, I can't help the grin spreading across my face.
Once she finishes, Donna reads through the note, her eyes widening
with delight.
"Thank
you, Charley," she says.
"My
pleasure," replies Charley -- Charley? -- who looks tickled.
"Charley?"
I say, racking my brain to no avail.
"Yes,"
replies Donna with pride. "You are standing with the brilliant
novelist Charley Windham." She turns back to Charley before
walking away. "Thank you again, dear."
"Charley
Windham?"
"Uh-huh,"
responds Charley, giving me a look like I should piece it together.
"Charley
Windham. Why does that name sound so familiar?" I rub my hand on
the back of my neck while Charley looks at me with amusement. "Wait,
you're Charley Windham. Who wrote The
Crossing Guard?"
Charley shakes her head and laughs.
"That's
me." Charley giggles, unable to control the wide smile spreading
across her face.
"Yes.
Now I know. I read your book. In fact, everyone on the tour read it.
You couldn't walk around a locker room or airport terminal without
seeing someone with it in their hands."
"That's
nice to hear." She grins at me with her head tilted and nodding
her head slightly up and down, giving me the impression she's waiting
for me to say more.
"That
explains who you are, and I get you would know who I am, but how do
you know my family?"
"That
is the question of the moment, isn't it?" she says, smiling
smugly.
"You're
enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Immensely."
She is grinning unabashedly.
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