Monday, September 16, 2013

Blog Tour, Excerpt, & Giveaway: Hollywood Homecoming (Sasha Summers)

Welcome to my stop on the Hollywood Homecoming blog tour hosted by YA Bound Book Tours.  Click HERE to see the full blog tour schedule!

Make-up artist to the stars. The favorite aunt. Dance teacher. Baby sister. Talented musician and song-writer.
Why did that word rank above the rest? Helen loved her family and understood they wanted her to have the real love they’d all found. It’s just that she’d found her someone special and learned to live without him. She’d been too young for the quirky, idealistic doctor-off to save the world-to notice. And, really, if she had it her way, he’d never know how she’d felt. Now, he was one of her best friends, a pen pal, losing him would be too much.
Seeing him at their parents wedding, Helen realizes the horrible truth: she still loves Joseph… which wouldn’t be so bad if she wasn’t in the situation she was in.
But she was. And her secret will change everything. Will it destroy hope for a Hollywood happy ending too?

Hollywood Homecoming (Red Carpet Series, #3)

Release Date: 09/05/13
Publisher: Inkspell Publishing

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Sasha is part gypsy. Her passions have always been storytelling, history, 
romance, and travel. She writes both lyrical romantic fantasy AND steamy contemporary romance. Her first play was written for her Girl Scout troupe. She's been writing ever since. She loves getting lost in the worlds and characters she creates; even if she frequently forgets to run the dishwasher or wash socks when she's doing so. Luckily, her four brilliant children and hero-inspiring hubby are super understanding and supportive.

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“You blush now? Not when we’re wrapped around one another?” I chided.

“You mean during the groping?” he teased.

I giggled. “Perhaps there wasn’t any groping. I was a bit…” I waved my hands in the air, dismissing the awkward confession I’d almost made. He didn’t need to know that was the best kiss I’d ever in my twenty-three years experienced.

“A bit…?” he prompted, waiting.


“That sucks.” He cocked an eyebrow. “I kiss you and your reaction is startled?” He placed his hand over his heart.

That made me laugh. “Look at you! You’d think you were a Hollywood native with all your dramatics and performance abilities.” 

“You were startled and Chris wasn’t discouraged.” He shook his head. “Next time, I will grope you. We’ll see if that makes a difference.”

Next time.

I felt a dangerous little tingle run down my spine as our eyes met, and held, again. I’d no idea what he was thinking, but his face took on that peculiar expression, his warm brown eyes resuming their rather intense inspection once more. The air grew thinner and thinner until I couldn’t bear it.

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