Posted on July 19th, 2017

Summer’s Lease by Carrie Elks
Release Date: July 13th
Genre: New Adult Romance

 
Summer’s Lease an all-new romance by Carrie Elks is available NOW!
 
Meet the Shakespeare family: four sisters, four stories . . . four ways to find true love
 
Cesca Shakespeare has hit rock bottom. Six years after the play she wrote bombed at the box office, she's unable to hold down a job, keep an apartment, and worst of all her family have no idea how far she's fallen. So when her fairy Godfather offers her the use of his friend's Italian villa for the summer, she grudgingly agrees to try writing a new play. That's before she finds out the house belongs to her arch-nemesis, Sam Carlton.
 
When Hollywood heart-throb Sam Carlton sees his name splashed across a gossip rag, all he wants to do is hide. That's how he finds himself traveling to Italy, deciding to spend the summer in his family's empty villa on Lake Como. Except when he arrives it isn't as empty as he'd hoped.
 
Over the course of the hot Italian summer, Cesca and Sam have to come to terms with their pasts. What begins as a tentative friendship quickly grows into an intense attraction - and then a scorching fling. But they can't hide from reality forever . . . as their different worlds collide, Sam and Cesca face a choice: is this just a summer romance, or could their love weather even the coldest winds?
 
A brand new series from the bestselling author of Fix You and the Love in London series.
 
Excerpt:
 
Sam was standing in front of her, holding a glass of water. In his other hand was a packet of Advil. He gave her the glass, then popped out two pills. Cesca was too surprised to do anything other than take them from him, swallowing them one at a time.
 
“Thank you?” It came out as a question. If she’d been feeling more like herself she’d probably interrogate him, or accuse him of trying to poison her. Instead she felt a warmth in her chest, one that seemed to pacify her swirling stomach.
 
“We’ve all been there,” Sam said, taking the empty glass of water from her. “Why don’t you go back to bed? You look like hell.”
 
“Thanks.” Once she was feeling better, she really needed to work on her repartee.
 
“It wasn’t really a compliment.”
 
“I didn’t take it as one. I know I look terrible. I should. It’s my own fault anyway.”
 
Sam wrinkled his nose. “Nah, we can blame the wine.”
 
“Yeah, because it jumped right out of the bottle and into my mouth.” In spite of her headache, she felt the corners of her lips turn up.
 
“That damn Chianti, it’s got a mind of its own. Should be banned, it’s a dangerous substance.”
 
“Shouldn’t you be lording it over me?” she asked. “After all, you don’t like me, and you have every right to tell me off for getting drunk and then being hungover on the job.”
 
“You’re not an equal adversary right now. I’ll wait until you’re feeling better to make you feel bad.”
 
“That’s very gentlemanly of you.”
 
“I aim to please.” He flashed her an unexpected smile. “Now get back to bed, you look awful and you stink.”
 
“I can’t, the cleaners are here. I need to supervise them.”
 
“I’ll do it. Please go back to bed.”
 
She would have narrowed her eyes, but it hurt too much. “Why are you being so kind?”
 
Sam sighed. “Look, I know we got off to the worst start, and I know we’re never going to get along, but the fact of the matter is, for at least the next few weeks we have to find a way to live together. You’re not well, and I’m here with nothing much to do, and it makes sense for me to take over. So please go back to bed and sleep it off.”
 
“I owe you one,” she replied. “If I ever feel better I’ll try and make it up to you.”
 
That made the corner of his lip twitch, but he ignored her offer anyway. “Go on, get off with you. If you’re not up by this evening I’ll come in and check on you. Otherwise, get some sleep, have a shower, and smarten yourself up.”
 
“Yes, sir.” If she had more than a basic control of her muscles she would have curtseyed. Instead she used the small amount of energy she had to climb up the stairs to her bedroom.
 
Maybe when she was feeling better she’d try to work out Sam’s motivations, why he’d been so accommodating to her. For now, though, she’d just be grateful for them, wherever they came from.
 

Posted on July 12th, 2017

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Posted on July 10th, 2017

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Posted on July 6th, 2017

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Here's another excerpt:

It felt good to be writing songs again—even if he was the only one who might ever hear them.
 
Well, he and Jolie.
 
When Corbin let it slip that he’d been writing, Jolie begged him to bring his guitar to the river the next afternoon.
 
“The fall leaves are beautiful,” Corbin said, gazing at the mountains in the distance.
 
“They are. And you’re stalling.”
 
He couldn’t deny it. Corbin had never been one to be nervous about sharing new songs, but for some reason, this seemed different. Important. Meaningful. Maybe because the inspiration for these songs was sitting right in front of him, with her long hair in a braid and her green eyes bright with excitement as she eagerly awaited whatever he was about to play for her.
 
But that wasn’t the only reason he was nervous.
 
“I have a confession to make, Jolie.”
 
She crossed her legs in front of her. “Okay.”
 
“These songs . . . they’re the most I’ve ever written . . . while sober.”
 
Jolie nodded in understanding.
 
“I mean, there’s a very good chance they’ll suck. I just want you to be prepared. And I want you to be honest if they are.”
 
“They won’t suck.”
 
“How do you know?”
 
“Because they won’t.”
 
Corbin sighed heavily and pulled his guitar out of its case. Her faith unnerved him, maybe because he was used to letting everyone down. The very last thing he ever wanted to do was disappoint her.
Jolie must’ve sensed his anxiety, because before he placed his fingers on the strings, she gently reached for his hand.
 
“Don’t be nervous. It’s just me.”
 
Corbin smiled and squeezed her hand. She had no way of knowing it, but these days, it was her opinion that mattered most.
 
Taking a deep breath, he attached the capo to the neck of the guitar and strummed a few strings to make sure it was in tune.
 
Then he started to sing.
 
One song effortlessly flowed into the next, with Corbin’s soft tenor voice echoing across the water. He kept his eyes closed or on his guitar the entire time, too afraid to see Jolie’s reaction to the music. It was only when he played the final note in his last song that he finally allowed himself a glance at the beautiful woman sitting in front of him.
 
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
 
“I know they’re rough,” he said, his voice shaking slightly as he placed his guitar back in the case. “I’m still struggling with the bridge in that last one. My fault, since I wrote it that way. I was thinking maybe I should cut it out completely or—”
 
“Corbin—”
 
“And in the first song . . . the chorus needs some work. I’m thinking maybe trying it in a different key or something. I don’t know.”
 
“Corbin James, shut up and listen to me.”
 
He took a steadying breath and gazed at her.
 
“I loved them,” she said softly.
 
“Yeah?”
 
“Every single word. Every single note.”
 
Corbin lifted his hand and trailed his fingers along her cheek, wiping her tears away. He heard her breath hitch in her throat as he leaned closer. He knew it was risky. Kissing her could ruin everything before it even had the chance to turn into something . . . something that might be incredible and wonderful and life changing.
 
It was a chance he had to take.
 
Not kissing her simply wasn’t an option.
 
Not anymore.
 
Jolie’s eyes fluttered closed as he cupped her cheek, letting his nose glide against hers. With a quiet sigh, her lips parted in silent invitation, and he couldn’t help but smile when he felt her tremble against him.
 
“This could change everything,” Corbin whispered, kissing the hollow just below her ear.
 
“I hope so.”
 
Their arms wrapped around each other, and Corbin buried his face against her neck, inhaling deeply and drowning in her sweet scent. She moaned softly, and it was that moan that finally broke him.
 
Corbin had every intention of kissing her gently, but her moan, combined with her hands pulling him impossibly closer, sent his body into overdrive, and they both groaned when his mouth hungrily captured hers. Frantic and sweet. Frenzied and tender. With quiet sighs and gentle whispers and warm arms that held each other tight, they laid back against the autumn grass and kissed until the sun disappeared behind the mountains.
 

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Posted on July 1st, 2017

Isn't it gorgeous?
I can't wait for you guys to meet Corbin & Jolie!