There is nothing nicer than the smell of a paperback novel. I love my Kindle for its convenience, but holding a ‘real’ book in my hands has an endorphin-releasing power that makes me happy.
This beautiful box of paperback copies of Overdrive arrived on my desk with perfect timing as I steep myself in edits for book 2, Fast Lane, and write book 3, Burnout. The photograph doesn’t do them justice. Beautiful, rich autumnal shades make Chase and Charlie jump off the cover, and I want to move to Bigfork, Montana. Did I mention how good they smell? Like Heaven, holidays, romance, chicken salad sandwiches and talcum-powdered stowaways in the attic.
Would you like to win a signed copy? Of course you would 😉 To enter, comment below and tell me what your favorite season of the year is and why. Two lucky names will be drawn from the hat and winners will be notified via email and on this blog post. Competition closes October 4, 2018.
***OPEN TO AUSTRALIAN RESIDENTS ONLY. MUST BE OVER 18 TO ENTER.***
**International winners over 18 may receive a digital copy and request an Authorgraph here.**
Edits on Fast Lane are going well, and book 2 in the Calhoun Customs Garage series will be coming to all your favorite bookstores in early 2019 (not in September as originally scheduled, sorry). Trinity Calhoun and Reece Balmain have a tough road to travel, and I’m fine-tuning their race toward a happy ever after. Here’s a little sneak peek for you:
Trinity rolled her shoulders, eased the stiffness in her neck and stretched her spine against the restraint of the full body harness. Gloved hands tight on the wheel, legs braced, she lined up in fifth position behind the pace car .
Her ear piece crackled and Paige’s voice sounded in her ear. “You’ve got this, Calhoun. Last race. And you’ve got more power under that hood than you need with your skills. Think Montana, baby. We’re going home and we’re gonna do it with a trophy in our hands.”
Paige — her pit mechanic, rock in a storm, and best friend since kindergarten. If things hadn’t gone south between Paige and Mason, they might have been sisters-in-law. “Roger that.”
“All packed and ready to go. Your big brother says to get your skinny ass back home.”
Trinity grinned. She couldn’t wait to see her brothers and her dad again. Except for Mason. He was a pain in the ass, but she loved him anyway. Maybe one day he’d forgive himself for the accident that killed their youngest brother, and let the people who loved him back in.
A trickle of sadness had her attention moving to the photograph glued to her dashboard. She tapped his face, so young and innocent, so much like their dad in looks. “This one’s for you, Mitch.” She blew him a kiss skyward off the fingertips of her glove. Maybe Heaven had its own spectator stand today and Mitch would be watching. (Copyright 2018 Juanita Kees)