Look Who Dropped By Today:Heather Thurmeier

Mea cula, Heather! I’m a few days late. Just crawled out of my editing cave and realized I’d missed this!  Please welcome Heather Thurmeier and her new noovel, Hometown Hoax

Release Date: 11/16/15

Genre:  Contemporary Romance

Author Email:  hthurmeier@gmail.com

Author Website:  heatherthurmeier.com

Author Blog:  heatherthurmeier.com

Author Twitter: https://twitter.com/hthurmeier

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Buy Links:

Entangle Publishing:  ‪http://ow.ly/T25Ig 

Amazon:  http://ow.ly/TWyxj

Barnes and Noble: http://ow.ly/UTZPP

iTunes:  http://ow.ly/UU03M

Kobo:  http://ow.ly/UU0h3

Author Bio:

Heather Thurmeier is a lover of margaritas and a hater of spiders. Born and raised in the Canadian prairies, she now lives in New York where she’s become an odd Canuck-Yankee hybrid. Heather’s currently writing her next romance, which will probably be filled with sassy heroines, sexy heroes that make your heart pound, laugh out loud moments and always a happily ever after. She loves to hear from readers on social media and at heatherthurmeier.com.

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Blurb:

Leaving was hard, but staying away might be impossible.

Tessa Cutter escaped her tiny hometown and chased her artistic dreams straight to Manhattan. Now she’s home for a camping trip with her family. To keep them off her back, she makes up the perfect pretend boyfriend—successful, important, and most of all, permanently located in New York.

Logan Ridley lost everything when his Manhattan-based personal training studio shut down. Luckily, a friend got him a position as a gym teacher in the small town of Cutter’s Creek. He’s heard a lot about the infamous Tessa, but she’s even better than he imagined. Except, she seems to hate everything about the small town he’s growing to love.

The chemistry sparking between them is impossible to ignore, but falling for Logan will trap Tessa in the small town she worked so hard to escape. If they have any hope of a future together, he’ll have to convince her that everything she wants has been in Cutter’s Creek all along…

Excerpt:

 

 

3:

A clatter that sounded like metal hitting tiles joined a wail that had rapidly turned into an ultra-sonic shriek, which could probably be heard in the main cabin. A string of curse words burst forth from the bathroom as Tessa charged into the room, a towel hanging vertically in front of her.

He jumped up from the bed, nearly falling while disentangling himself from the blanket. Tessa slammed into him as he found his balance.

“Spider! Get it off of me!” Her eyes were filled with pure panic and her voice shook as if she were on the verge of tears.

“Where? I don’t see anything,” he said, gripping her shoulders.

“My hair!” She shrieked so loudly he squinted as if it would help block the sound shooting at him. How did she make such a loud noise?

“Okay, don’t panic.”

“Don’t panic? Are you fucking kidding me? There was a spider. Showering with me.”

He leaned forward and surveyed the situation. He still didn’t see anything even close to resembling a spider on her head. She trembled beneath his fingers, but he wasn’t sure if it was from fear or the cold air hitting her wet body. Either way, he felt the overwhelming desire to wrap his arms around her, snuggle her against his chest, and make her warm.

She yelled again, this time so close to his ear he feared the subsequent ringing would never stop. “It’s on my back! Get it, get it, get it!”

Tessa spun in front of him and he instantly spotted a surprisingly large spider slowly sliding down a river of suds between her shoulder blades headed toward the luscious mounds of her ivory ass. Could he pretend not to have seen it right away so he’d have an excuse to examine her backside longer?

As tempting as it was, he swatted the spider and watched as it hit the wall beside his bed, fell to the floor, and scurried away. If it hadn’t been for the distraction of Tessa’s naked, soapy flesh beneath his fingertips, he might have been concerned about chasing the spider to kill it. Today the spider could live.

 

 

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