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Sunday, 9 April 2017

Blog Tour: Oliver [This is Our Life 03] by F.G. Adams!

 
Excerpt!
 
   By the time I’ve showered and changed, the delectable aroma of pizza permeates the room. Oliver is perched on the bed, taking up most of the space, with a piece of mouth-watering heaven in his hands. His hair is wet and he has a new change of clothes on. Where did he shower? Do I really care? He looks good enough to eat.
   Just then my tummy grumbles, reminding me of another hunger. I lift the box. When I notice what he’s ordered, I freeze in my tracks.
   “You don’t like chicken and jalapeño pizza? Ever since trying it in Texas, I don’t want another flavor. I’m obsessed.”
   He snorts, takes a bite, and points to a corner desk.
   “I ordered a salad and chicken tenders if you would rather have that.”
   “It’s not that. It’s my go-to pizza of choice. Harper devours mine at least once a week.”
   He stops chewing and stares quizzically my way.
   “You don’t say?”
   I wonder what else we have in common. Is he the yin to my yang, the Tom to my Jerry, the warmth needed to melt the ice in my heart?
   Before I have time to respond, he asks, “Beer or wine?”
   “Beer, of course,” I answer immediately.
   “Football or baseball?”
   “Football. You know I’m from the south. We love our teams.”
   “Gator or Nole?”
   “Florida Gator all the way, baby. Before all this happened, I planned on going to college in Gainesville.”
   I shrug, push the haunting memories back, and focus on enjoying the game we are playing.
   “Chocolate or vanilla?”
   “Neither. Chunky Monkey.”
   “Really? Okay. What about river or beach?”
   “Depends. Do we fish or swim?”
   “Fish.”
   “Then river. Okay, stud, my turn.”
   From out of nowhere, a devilish grin appears. He inclines his chin then sinks his teeth into the steaming pie.
   “Sunrise or sunset?”
   I chew a jalapeño and wait.
   “Sunrise.”
   “Ford or Chevy?”
   “Ford.”
   “Country or rock ’n roll?”
   His forehead crinkles deep in thought before he answers.
   “Nope can’t choose. Love ‘em both.”
   Mouth full of yumminess, I reply, “Fair enough, Ollie. I totally agree with you. Spring or fall?”
   “Well, since that’s when I kissed you, fall is my preference, baby.”
   I stutter, shocked by his answer, and whisper, “Hipster or bikini?”
   “Commando.”
   He smirks.
   “Then I won’t tell you what I’m wearing under these clothes,” I playfully banter.

Soulmates destined to collide.

Six years after surviving a tragic loss, a photograph of a young woman turns Oliver Bishop’s world upside down. He’s on a mission, tracking her from state to state. Each stop bringing him closer to finding her. Will his search find the ghost vixen, or will the madman stalking her get to her first?

After fourteen years of running from a nightmare, Fallyn Blackwood barely escaped her stalker's clutches in Washington. When a sexy stranger walks into Ray’s Diner, her entire world shifts on its axis. Scared and determined, she finds herself fighting his protective nature—and her desire. The problem is, she’s not looking to be saved.

He’s come too far to back down. He found her, and he won’t let go. Freedom from the past is within his grasp, and he'll fight for her love.

 
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Author bio: 
 
F.G. Adams writes contemporary and paranormal romance about sexy alpha heroes and feisty-mouthed heroines. The wonder twins forming F.G. enjoy a healthy obsession of reading that started at a young age. Their books reflect an avid imagination that was cultivated by their grandmother who taught them the mind has no limits and to use both hands when reaching for the stars. Partners in writing, they both thrive on creating unique storylines for you, the reader to enjoy. When not writing, you can find them on a beach with their significant other enjoying the waves or riding a Harley on a country road somewhere in the USA.

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