Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Blog Tour: Worth Remembering by Holly James #romance #adult #excerpt

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This is my stop during the book blitz for Worth Remembering by Holly James. This book blitz is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 14 till 20 July.
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  Worth Remembering
Worth Remembering (English Rose #1) by Holly James 
Genre: Romance 
Age category: Adult 
Release Date: June 4, 2017
Blurb:
Running into her head-over-heels first love during a week’s holiday in Mallorca with her spirited friend Lou was not what Samantha Hillcrest had planned. When sparks fly on the idyllic Mediterranean island she wonders how she’ll be able to return home to her husband and grown-up children, pretending her life hasn’t been turned upside down. Caught between family commitments and the red-hot, sizzling chemistry she shares with Gabriel—her love from twenty-five years ago—Samantha faces an impossibly heart-breaking choice. A stand-alone novel, Worth Remembering is the first story in the English Rose series which follows a group of authentic English women on their complicated romantic journeys.
You can find Worth Remembering on Goodreads
 You can buy Worth Remembering here on Amazon Worth Remembering is part of Kindle Unlimited.

About the Author: 

Holly James was born and raised with her three siblings in Norfolk, England. She packed her bags at eighteen to spend the next four years at university. She lived in Newcastle, Birmingham, London, France, and Spain before settling in beautiful New Zealand. Her daily loves are good coffee, writing, her children, and her husband—the order depending on what kind of day she’s having. All Holly’s books are stand-alones with no cliffhangers.

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 You can find and contact Holly James here: - Website - Facebook - Twitter - Goodreads - Amazon


Excerpt: 


I signalled the barman and ordered a shot of tequila. What the hell, I was on holiday. Lou crooked her finger, beckoning me to join her, but I couldn’t bring myself to engage in some cheap flirtation knowing it wouldn’t go anywhere.

When she saw me remain firmly entrenched on my stool she came over, arriving at the same time as my drink.

‘Come on, Sam. They’re nice guys.’

‘Sorry, Lou. Maybe it’s too early for me to dabble around with all that. I need to work up to flirtation; can’t dive right in like you.’

‘God.’ She shuddered. ‘Am I coming across as desperate?’ Her furrowed brow and the way she bit down nervously on her bottom lip told me she was serious.

‘Who cares if you are?’ I retorted, quickly adding, ‘Not that you are, but it doesn’t matter, does it? You’re here for a good time—go have one. Don’t worry about me. I might call it in early tonight. We’re only a short taxi ride back to the hotel.’

‘I suppose it’s easier to stem your urges when you’re getting some at home,’ she quipped. ‘Right, here goes, then.’ And with that, her expression transformed into a rather alarming come-hither look and she sashayed back to the eagerly waiting duo.

‘Getting some at home,’ I muttered. ‘If once in a blue moon counts…’

I stood up to leave, swung my bag over my shoulder, and left Lou to her much looked forward to night of carnal bliss. Once she’d gotten this out of her system, we’d have plenty of time to live it up together. An early night would be good, I told myself. I was of an age where pacing myself was definitely advised, if not absolutely necessary.

I made my way down the steps to the door as elegantly as I could in my kitten heels. With no sign of the bear-like doorman, I heaved the door open and stepped out into the night, promptly colliding with a not-so-burly but still rather well-muscled figure.

PerdÓname,’ we said in unison. Our eyes met and my heart somersaulted. I would recognise those deep brown eyes anywhere. They sparked as they registered my own and we stood locked in a speechless gaze of wonder.

After an interminable moment, he whispered my name.

‘Sammy.’

He was the only person who’d ever called me Sammy. I melted at the sound of it. Then it struck me. Oh my God, he remembers my name. Twenty-five years and he remembered not just me but my name. Not as though you’ve ever forgotten his, is it, Sam?


‘Gabriel,’ I whispered.

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