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Henry & Me by Sasha Clinton
Title: Henry & Me
Author: Sasha Clinton
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: July 5, 2017
Blurb
When we were in college, Henry Stone asked me out and I shot him down in
the most humiliating way possible.
He was a nerd and I was the golden girl of the theatre society, destined
to make it big in Hollywood, so how could there be anything between us?
Now, six years later, as an out-of-work actress who has to take on a
housekeeping job to stay afloat, I run into him again—and boy, has he made it
big.
As I begin to clean his house and take care of his precocious nephew, I
realize how wrong I was about him. He’s sexy, smart, kind, everything.
But I have demons that he can’t fight. Demons that keep me away from
love.
One thing’s for sure: This housekeeper gig is going to be the hardest
role of my life.
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Excerpt
Blank. My mind
goes totally blank. A deeply disturbing feeling coils under my ribs, spreading
its coldness throughout my body.
Tumor? Did
he say tumor? The stuff you get when you’ve got cancer?
No. No, no,
no. I can’t lose him. I cannot. In these terribly depressing times, when my
career has failed and my luck’s pulled a Houdini on me, Lucien and Henry are
the only people making my life worthwhile. I really, really anticipate seeing
him every morning, making him breakfast, talking to him. I don’t want him to
go.
“Tumor, did
you say?” My lip wobbles.
“I didn’t
mean to scare you.” He puts both his hands under the arch of his back for
support. Does it still hurt there? “Maybe it’s my imagination, but when I was
diagnosed with cancer four years ago, I felt a similar pain in my back, and I
was confident it was nothing…but I was wrong,” Henry says, in a voice that
milks every ounce of my emotions.
I don’t
want to cry for him. But I do. On the inside.
And then
poof goes my promise to not get near him, not touch him, not put my arms around
him, draw him close and comfort him. I do it all.
My cheek
sweeps an arc over his shoulder blade, and in those moments, the world is pure
and beautiful and there is no such thing as fear. I don’t even recoil.
Maybe, I think, it’s
because I know he’s a good person. The reason doesn’t even matter. What
matters is to comfort him.
“Don’t feel
bad for me.” Henry winds one arm around me.
The urge to
protect him that arises within me at that moment tells me more than I need to
know.
“I’m not
feeling bad for you. I’m praying that you’re wrong.”
I don’t
even recognize the person who says that.
When did I
become someone who cares for other
people? When did Henry Stone become someone who could tear my soul to pieces
with a simple glance? When did he go from being a nobody I wouldn’t look at
twice in a million years to making my heart race like a F1 racecar in his
presence? Have I been blind all along or has he always been so fuckin’
beautiful?
Author Bio
Sasha Clinton discovered romance novels at the age of thirteen and has been addicted to the genre ever since. After getting a degree in Chemical Engineering and realizing that there was no way she could ever be an engineer, she decided to follow her passion and write romance novels. Sasha has lived in New Delhi, Melbourne, Manchester and Boston and continues to move frequently. But wherever she is, she’s hard at work on her next book.
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Love Me Like You Do by Sasha Clinton
Title: Love Me Like You Do
Series: NYC Singles #3
Author: Sasha Clinton
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 26, 2016
Blurb
A single, overweight college professor.
A TV producer looking for a replacement actress.
A chance meeting that changes both their lives.
Dr. Bella Hopkins is looking for love. The forever kind. But instead, she gets a role in a new sitcom, when she runs into Hollywood-screenwriter-turned-producer Jamie Star at the supermarket.
Jamie wants his first show to succeed. He didn’t count on the lead actress injuring herself and pulling out last minute. When he meets Bella, who looks exactly like the actress he just lost, Jamie is convinced that the solution to his problem is simple—convince the college professor to act in his show.
But a misplaced sext, almost kiss, and crazy co-actress later, what started out as a simple solution turns into a problem of its own...
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Will be available tomorrow, November 26!
Excerpt
What were the odds of meeting your future husband at Trader Joe’s?
Because that might’ve just happened. Seriously.
“Hi, I was wondering if....” Bella stammered to the cute guy she’d spotted checking out Brussel spouts.
Tall. Check.
Because that might’ve just happened. Seriously.
“Hi, I was wondering if....” Bella stammered to the cute guy she’d spotted checking out Brussel spouts.
Tall. Check.
Hot. Check.
Not texting. Check.
Blue eyes. Check.
Buys expensive food he’s probably never gonna eat. Check.
“If you were interested in....”
Don’t, don’t, don’t. She wasn’t going to make a fool of herself by approaching a random stranger, telling him that she found him sexy and giving him her number. Only desperate women did that.
Well, she was desperate. But still.
No, she needed to start a conversation. Flirt up a storm. Get him to ask for her number.
“...interested in telling me where you found those—” Scanning his cart, she named the first item she saw. “…carrots?”
“They’re right here,” he said, pointing to the heaps of carrots that were right under her nose.
Wow, that was embarrassing.
“Thanks.” Bella moistened her lips, hoping that would take his attention off her stupidity. “You know...I’m visually impaired sometimes.”
Wait...what was she saying? She wasn’t visually impaired. “I mean, I can see well most of the time, but I can’t see well sometimes.”
“Medical condition?” His voice was sympathetic.
Her nod was embarrassingly vigorous. “Right.”
“What’s it called?” Interest flickered in his gray eyes. “If you don’t mind telling me. I’m a doctor. An ophthalmologist. I’ve never heard of a condition like yours. I’m curious.”
Bella’s flirtatious grin slid right off her face. Of everything he could be, he had to be an ophthalmologist, didn’t he? Why was her luck so screwed?
“I don’t know what it’s called...um...are you shopping by yourself?” she stammered, trying to divert him from her medical condition.
Diversion always worked.
He shrugged casually. “With my partner. He’s over there.”
His gaze darted to a man by the freezer. Equally handsome. Equally gay.
She should’ve seen that coming.
“Great.” Bella’s voice dropped faster than the price of stocks in a recession. “Nice talking to you.”
Turning on her heel, she almost raced down the aisle, not even stopping for Cookie Butter, which she knew she needed to get. Her lip jutted out as she closed her eyes, and her inner critic started nagging her. She was such an idiot sometimes.
Not paying attention, she stopped when she bumped into something hard.
A shoulder. Someone’s shoulder. Before she could blink, he said, “I’m sorry.”
The clearest pair of blue eyes she’d ever encountered appraised her, and she tumbled back, involuntarily.
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Author Bio
Sasha Clinton discovered romance novels at the age of thirteen and has been addicted to the genre ever since. After getting a degree in Chemical Engineering and realizing that there was no way she could ever be an engineer, she decided to follow her passion and write romance novels. Sasha has lived in New Delhi, Melbourne, Manchester and Boston and continues to move frequently. But wherever she is, she’s hard at work on her next book.
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