Thursday, February 19, 2015

Blog Tour: Caught Up in You by Colee Firman + Kindle Giveaway

I'm so excited to take part in the "Caught Up in You" Blog Tour from February 16th to March 2nd and am glad to present you today with an excerpt of the book!

Life has a way of shaping you into what it wants you to be, regardless of how much you fight it.

Brantley Prescott is damaged. Scarred by a past she can’t forget. Hiding secrets she’s terrified to share. Searching for a future she doesn’t believe she’ll ever find.

Myles Franco is alone. Burdened by mistakes he’ll never live down. Fostering a deep resentment for the opposite sex. Unleashing his wrath on any girl who gets too close.

Brantley has worked behind the bar long enough to recognize Myles for what he is—a douchebag player with nothing on his mind but keeping a steady stream of girls flowing through his bed. With his messy dark hair, sapphire blue eyes, rock-solid body, and endless tattoos he’s impossible to ignore. But that’s exactly what she plans on doing.

After just one run-in with Brantley, Myles is even more determined to stick to the rules he lives by. She’s mouthy, blunt, and doesn’t back down—no matter how hard he pushes her. She could turn out be the one temptation that drags him down the path he’s been trying to avoid. He won’t let that happen.

Both are content living behind the solid walls they’ve built around themselves. Neither is prepared for what happens when their lives collide.

*Due to sexual content and graphic language - 17+ recommended.*

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And also you can read my review for "Caught Up In You" HERE


“So, what’s your place like?” Livvy pushed her glass forward for a refill. “Do you have a butler?”

“Sadly, no Jeeves was included.” I smiled as I poured more whisky into her glass. “It did come complete with its own resident douchebag though. The guy in the downstairs apartment thinks he’s hot shit.”

She raised her brow and leaned down on her elbows. “Is he?”

“Completely. Tats, earrings, and just fucked hair…” I grinned as a picture of hot angry neighbor guy popped into my head. “He’s proof what they say about judging a book by its cover is true.”

Livvy laughed. “The cover and binding are fabulous, but the content is shit, huh?”

“Seriously—this is a quote straight from his mouth,” I said, clearing my throat. “Mornings aren’t my thing.”

“Holy shit…” Livvy rolled her eyes as she laughed. “Please don’t say he’s got a bike.”

I held my hand up. “I swear to god there’s a fucking motorcycle on his side of the garage.”

“That’s it—” Livvy covered her mouth and laughed until tears streaked her cheeks. “I need to come over.”

“If he could just not talk,” I said, trying to hold my laughter, “—or scowl, we could probably waste a lot of time looking at him.”

“Myles Franco.”

Tom had been sitting quietly listening to us talk, when he piped up, I couldn’t help snickering. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You’re talking about Myles Franco,” Tom said. “We were on the football team together in high school.”

“Awesome.” Freaking small town. I should’ve known better than to run my mouth in front of a stranger in a town where everyone knew everyone else.

Livvy looked over at Tom. “Well, is he?”

Confusion spread across his face. “Is he what?”

“Hot shit,” she said.

“Liv!” I pointed at Tom. “You don’t need to answer that.”

Probably because he knew he was going home with Livvy, Tom ignored my request not to talk about my neighbor. “We used to be friends, but hell, I haven’t talked to the guy in a couple of years. After high school he left for college. I only know he’s back in town because I’ve seen him at the hardware store a couple of times. He’s changed—I hardly recognized him with all the tattoos and longer hair.”

“So he’s about twenty-three and frequents hardware stores.” Liv winked at me and turned back to Tom. “What was he like in school?”

“He played just about every sport and was in most of the clubs.” Tom shrugged. “He was smart—honors society and all that shit.”

Liv laughed. “So you guys didn’t have any classes together then, huh?”

“Yeah, none,” he said smiling back at her.

“Alright—playtime’s over,” I said, grabbing a rag to wipe down the bar.

When my neighbor was just a nameless douchebag it was funny. Gossip spread like the plague in Baylor Grove and I didn’t want anyone to tell Myles Franco we were talking about him. It was bad enough I knew just enough about him now to make me curious.

Author, Colee Firman

About Colee Firman:

Colee Firman has always been a closet writer. As an only child, there were constantly stories swimming around in her head. In 2012, she finally started unleashing them on the world, beginning with The Unbinding Fate Series

As a Michigan native, she never passes up a chance to escape the winter weather. When she’s not working at her day job or writing, she’s traveling with her longtime boyfriend, reading with her cat, or binging on Netflix.

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