Marry Me Mad- Book Blitz

Author & Book Details:

Marry Me Mad 
by Katy Regnery 
(The Rousseaus, #2) 
Publication date: October 21st 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Synopsis:

Did you fall in love with The English Brothers? Were you hot for the Winslows? Katy Regnery’s New York Times bestselling Blueberry Lane series continues with The Rousseau siblings in 2016!

For as long as Madeleine “Mad” Rousseau can remember, she’s been the “sweet” twin to her sister Jax’s “sassy.” But after an especially painful break-up, Mad decides she’s had enough of being sweet. Children’s librarian during the day, she begins visiting Philly’s seedier nightspots on a quest for adventure. When Cortlandt “Cort” Ambler, the ex-boyfriend of Mad’s sister, Jax, saves her from disaster on one such evening, an unlikely friendship is born between the rebellious librarian and the moonlighting pianist…and two broken hearts begin a journey toward being whole again.


The Excerpts:

EXCERPT #1:

“Hi.”

He turned to find Mad standing in the doorway of the small room holding a towel and dragged his eyes hungrily from her bare feet, over the lines of her comfy gray pants, to her soft-blue, scoop-necked T-shirt, ending at the shiny onyx waves of hair that framed her lovely face. 

His breath caught as he stared into her eyes, recognizing the girl he’d known in the mouth-watering body of the full-grown woman before him and feeling blessed beyond measure to have this glimpse of her that he suspected few were privy to: Mad Rousseau without the heels and chignon—heart-stoppingly beautiful and utterly captivating au natural.

He cleared his throat and she grimaced, dropping her eyes to her toes and the towel to the arm of the sofa. 

“I’ll get us some tea,” she murmured, slipping away in a hurry.

Cort stared at the space she’d vacated so quickly, feeling confused, wondering what the heck had just happened. Why had she grimaced? Why had she looked…disappointed? Picking up the towel as he followed her to the kitchen, he pushed open the swing door and stood just inside of it, scrubbing the rainwater from his hair as he watched her work in the small space. She finished filling a kettle with water and placed it on the stove, finally glancing up at him sheepishly.

“Not a good look for me,” she said softly, standing up on her tiptoes to open a cabinet over the microwave. “I’ve already been told. Multiple times.”

“I’m sorry…you’ve been told what exactly?” he asked. He looped the towel around his neck and stepped toward her, reaching over her head for the mugs she wanted. He held them out to her, and she flicked her glance to them before gesturing to her clothes.

“That I can do better than sweats and a T-shirt.” She shrugged. “But I was wet and cold and tired. I didn’t feel like putting on another outfit, so I—”

“I’m sorry. Wait a minute,” he said, putting the mugs down on the counter and staring at her in disbelief. “Are you apologizing to me for the clothes you’re wearing?”

She gestured helplessly with one hand. “I saw the way you looked at me.”

“Baby,” he said, reaching out to touch the soft-blue fabric covering her shoulder and running his fingers over the small sleeve of the T-shirt, then down the length of her arm, “you look good enough to eat. You look beautiful. And anyone who thinks different is a blind fucking lunatic.”

“Cort,” she gasped, her eyes softening as she stared up at him.

“I’m serious. The pencil skirt and fancy hair? Gorgeous. Sure. But this?” He let his eyes roam slowly, intently over her form, pausing at the luscious mounds of her breasts before stopping at her lips as his fingers threaded through hers. “This is you, Mad. And you’re…” He shook his head looking for the right words, but only one circled around and around in his head. “Baby, you’re music.”

EXCERPT #3

He saw her before she saw him, and for a second, just a split second, the whole world paused as he waited for her to turn, to find him, to nail and level him with those bright-green eyes. When she did—even prepared as he was—his breath caught, his heart stuttered, his very soul swept unrestrained from his person, seeking only to be bound to hers.

And if there had been any ambiguity about his feelings, about the profundity of his regard for her, or his desperate longing for her steady and unending residence in his life, all doubts were assuaged in that single second that tethered them back together. 

His feelings for her were forever.

Forever.

He was done.

Finished.

Finished with dating. Finished with looking at other women. Finished with a life that didn’t include Mad Rousseau. Like a snake that had been in the process of shedding its skin to make way for the new, Cort’s old life slipped from his being with a soft whoosh, and the only life left for him to live was one that he spent with Mad.

It wasn’t just that he was fiercely attracted to her or that he’d secretly loved her since childhood. It was that the universe felt wrong unless she was standing on this spinning planet beside him, within reach, her eyes seeking his, the fluttering heartbeat in her throat never more than a touch away.

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You can purchase the book through the following links:

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Author’s bio:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katy Regnery started her writing career by enrolling in a short story class in January 2012. One year later, she signed her first contract and Katy’s first novel was published in September 2013. 

Twenty-five books later, Katy claims authorship of the multi-titled, New York Times and USA Today Blueberry Lane Series, which follows the English, Winslow, Rousseau, Story, and Ambler families of Philadelphia; the six-book, bestselling ~a modern fairytale~ series; and several other standalone novels and novellas.

Katy’s first modern fairytale romance, The Vixen and the Vet, was nominated for a RITA® in 2015 and won the 2015 Kindle Book Award for romance. Katy’s boxed set, The English Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1–4, hit the USA Today bestseller list in 2015, and her Christmas story, Marrying Mr. English, appeared on the list a week later. In May 2016, Katy’s Blueberry Lane collection, The Winslow Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1-4, became a New York Times E-book bestseller. 

In 2016, Katy signed a print-only agreement with Spencerhill Press. As a result, her Blueberry Lane paperback books will now be distributed to brick and mortar bookstores all over the United States.

Katy lives in the relative wilds of northern Fairfield County, Connecticut, where her writing room looks out at the woods, and her husband, two young children, two dogs, and one Blue Tonkinese kitten create just enough cheerful chaos to remind her that the very best love stories begin at home.

Author links:

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https://www.facebook.com/KatyRegnery

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7211470.Katy_Regnery

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    The grip


    She was running through the cluttered, crowded platform as fast as she could. She abruptly halted in front of a young man, he looked at her, opened his lips to say something, but before he could, she gripped her into a tight hug, her arms around his neck. He tried to push her, free himself, but could not. How could she leave him? If she did then he would go away, forever. She held onto her even tighter. She remembered what a petty reason he had given when she confessed her feelings for him, and asked her to forget him. He said that he has a job with a meagre income, a income not even enough to meet his daily needs, but was it a strong reason to sacrifice those long walks that they both have beside the sea and those long talks? Can anyone other than him ever listen to her more patiently? Can anyone other than him love her the way he does? No. She answered herself. Then how can she let him go? She thought.

    The train, entered the platform, and stopped beside them, he pushed her harder, but she still held on, never losing the grip. He could feel her breathing heavily on his shoulders and her breasts pressed against his chest, her hands enclosing him. His heart was pounding, But he could not go back to her,  how can he? He thought. She was so beautiful, she would get much better suitor than him, who would keep her happy. Afterall what could a vagabond possibly give her? And when she would know about his past, about the crime that he had done, would she still love him the same? Even though he had never intended to do it but intense torture forced him to thrust the knife into her cruel aunt’s right arm, which had left her injured slightly, but brought him a jail sentence. 

    The train was leaving the platform, moving slowly now, he pushed her hard, she fell back, he lifted his suitcase, she held him from the back, “leave me” he said. He pulled himself, she fell on the platform floor, blood oozed out of her head. 

    ❤❤

    He was sitting on the hospital bed, her head rested on his lap, she was looking at her, holding his hand, and smiling. “I love you” She said. “And thank you for telling me the truth, about your past. By the way when you had told me about the job, I knew that it was not the real reason so I delved deeper into your past and found out everything, thus I know. Are you still thinking of leaving me? Because if you are then you might also have my grave digged up, as your simple attempt brought me to the hospital bed, so if do leave me then I would definitely die. He placed his forefinger on her lips, “shhh…” he said, “I am not leaving you.”

    The second chance

    I went into his room, landed a kiss on his forehead and held him into a tight hug as the distance between our bodies nullified.

    I felt a restraint, his restraint, yes, I could feel  how the burden of that failed relationship, we had, still heavily sits on his shoulder. I know this closeness reminded him of everything that had happened and a strong fear engulfed him, a question haunted him, would I break his now mending heart? 6 months back when he said that he stays in his office, as he has none to back home to, I had felt bad for him. Maybe that was a dominant force which had worked on my mind when he asked me to live with him, after my landlord decided to throw me out of his house and I had moved into his home with a sense that I would regret my decision. But now I don’t pity him, I live with him because I can’t live without him.

    I wanted to tell him that 4 years back when everything broke apart, those habits, his workaholic nature which had brought so much hatred to our relationship has died a silent death. I have made peace with it. Those heated arguments that was once so dominant, now seemed baseless, because I had always failed to understand him. Yes, I agree that I should have given our relationship a little more time, then.

    “I love you”, I whispered into his ears. “I will never leave you, I promise, I won’t break your heart, please give me a second chance.” I muttered, half-sobbing, tears bursting out of my eyes.

    He kissed a drop of tear on my left cheek, smiled and locked his lips into mine. I felt his soul getting entangled with me, devoid of any fear, without that familiar restraint.