<— ANGSTY ROMANCE ALERT!!! Rachel Blaufeld’s Wanderlove IS LIVE & it sounds utterly angsty and emotional and I have no doubt it will give us all the feels. And I’m exceptionally happy feeling right now, ’cause as this week’s newsletter sponsor, she’s sent over a sneak peek, AND she’s giving away a signed copy to one lucky commenter here. 😀
The author says:
“Hey there! I have your next “make-your-heart-pound” read!
🍬 I cannot wait for you to meet Price and Emerson in WanderLove…a true coming of age story, full of all the feels and angst.”
I LOVE the sound of this!! And Michele G read it and 4.5 STAR LOVED IT!!
Michele G: I’ve been really lucky with my reads lately because I also read Wanderlove by Rachel Blaufeld and really loved it too – 4 1/2 stars! It was the first of her books that I’ve read and I don’t know why. She has some great looking books out there…so I’ll be reading more by her soon.
In the meantime, I really thoroughly enjoyed Wanderlove. Two broken souls meant to be together (at least that’s my interpretation)…their story crawled right into my heart and took residence.
What’s it about?
Sick of living under her dad’s rules, Emerson Bender bolts when she’s eighteen. On her own for the first time, she heads to the only place her mom ever lived—New York City—desperate to find the woman who dropped her off on her dad’s doorstep.
Content to spend the rest of his life in Small Town, Pennsylvania, Price Barnes is plucked out of his idyllic life by his estranged father. Missing his mom and stepfather, he’s dropped in New York City to attend college and live an all-expenses paid lifestyle. Cushy, right? But not the life he wanted.
She’s looking to fill a hole in her heart, and he’s looking to forget the man who disrupted his life. Together, they’re both wandering, looking for acceptance and hoping to forget the rejection.
She shoved a slip of paper into my hand. Her number, probably, but I never got to open it because the prof called me out.
“Have somewhere better to be, Mr. Barnes?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.
I shoved the paper back into the redhead’s hand and looked up. “Not feeling so hot. I’ll get the notes.” I half saluted Professor Sykes and made my way up the stairs and out of the lecture hall.
The hallway was quiet, which was a beautiful reprieve from life in Manhattan. I took a moment to drink in the solitude, yearning for wide-open spaces, blue skies, and a cold beer while sitting on the tailgate of my pickup.
I’m too old for this crap.
“But this type of opportunity is like lightning in a bottle.”
My mom’s words echoed in my brain, making me want to shake my head until they rattled the hell out. Leaning back into the wall, I closed my eyes and breathed in the silence. My heart beat steadily, and I swallowed any regrets I had about accepting this college education and the apartment—essentially, a chance at having more in life than the farm.
My mom wanted me to be better than Bruce, than her. What she didn’t consider was she’d tried that route, shacking up with my dad for a few years, and what did she get out of it? A toddler and a bruised ego.
Pushing off the brick, I made my way down the hall and the stairs to the exit. With an hour until my next class, I decided to grab a sandwich. I burst out into the sunlight just as a tiny raven-haired tornado ran right into me.
“Shit. Sorry, I didn’t mean . . . I mean . . . I didn’t see you,” she mumbled. In painted-on jeans, a black tank tied on the side in one of those knot-type things, and the requisite bright-colored Chucks on her feet, she struggled to find her footing.
I didn’t know why, but my hand moved to swipe the long black hair out of her face as she stood. There was a shit ton of it, falling like a curtain in front of her delicate features. When she looked up, staring back at me were a pair of green eyes the color of sea glass, equal parts bewildered and determined.
“Need help?” I asked, despite seeing she was fine and didn’t need anything.
“No. Are you okay?” She ran her hand up and down in the air, motioning at my body.
“I’m fine. Would take a lot more than a skinny little thing like you to do damage to me.” I mimicked her hand waving, swiping my large mitt in the air, motioning up and down her body.
“Okay, then. I’ll just be on my way.”
It was then I realized I’d been holding the door open this whole time. We were half in, half out of the building.
“Be my guest.” I waved for her to enter, and then I somewhat sadly exited.
That was it.
Good-bye and good luck, sweetie.
NOW FOR THE GIVEAWAY !!
The author is giving away a signed copy of Wanderlove to one lucky commenter here!
How to enter for a chance to win it? Just leave a comment below and by 10pm EST, Sunday October 27th, 2019, I will randomly select one lucky commenter as the winner.
The winner will be contacted and will have 48hrs to respond confirming their mailing address, so if you are picked, do not delay or you will lose your chance. The signed book will be sent to the winner directly by the author.
Open to International!!! 😀
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Rachel Blaufeld is a social worker/entrepreneur/blogger turned author. Fearless about sharing her opinion, Rachel captured the ear of stay-at-home and working moms on her blog, BacknGrooveMom, chronicling her adventures in parenting tweens and inventing a product, often at the same time. She has also blogged for The Huffington Post,Modern Mom, and StartupNation.
Turning her focus on her sometimes wild-and-crazy creative side, it only took Rachel two decades to do exactly what she wanted to do—write a fiction novel. Now she spends way too many hours in local coffee shops plotting her ideas. Her tales may all come with a side of angst and naughtiness, but end lusciously.
Rachel lives around the corner from her childhood home in Pennsylvania with her family and two dogs. Her obsessions include running, coffee, icing-filled doughnuts, antiheroes, and mighty fine epilogues.
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