Saturday, October 31, 2015

Blog Tour: Shattered Perfection by Heather Guimond

Blog Tour:



Heather Guimond

Oct 26th - Nov 2nd

Mimi Bishop found the man of

her dreams when she met Vance Ashcroft in a chance encounter. During their

whirlwind courtship, they learn they share a sparkling and dynamic chemistry,

filled with humor, happiness and steamy sensuality. Their relationship is effortless

and blossoms into a passionate love. Soon Mimi is living her happily ever after

with Vance as his wife until his behavior mysteriously begins to change. Vance

grows cold, then hostile, finally becoming violent one fateful night. Her

perfect life and heart shattered, Mimi attempts to move on to a life without

Vance. Powerful memories of their love haunt her, making it almost impossible

to heal and become whole again. Just when Mimi thinks she can finally put the

past behind her, she learns a devastating secret about Vance that threatens to

shatter her forever. **This book contains graphic material not intended for

readers under 18 years of age.**

A tingling sensation began

at the back of my neck and moved to encompass my entire scalp, culminating in a

ringing in my ears as I turned to see a very tall, very handsome man, about

thirty years old, standing over me, smiling.  He had a dark mop of

hair, somewhere between dark brown and black (I wasn't sure which, but would

have been thrilled to get up close and personal, running my fingers through it

to make a well-informed determination).  He had thickly lashed blue

eyes, the kind that seem to glow when the light hit them just right, just as

they were doing at that moment.  He also had those high cheekbones

that all demi-gods have, and full sensuous lips I imagined would have been at

home on just about any inch of my skin, surrounded by just the right amount of

scruff.  He also had what my mom would have called a Pepsodent smile,

probably the product of years of orthodontic work (which, somewhere in the back

of my mind, I felt was reassuring; perhaps he wasn't actually born completely


     All that was missing from the picture was a halo,

a sunbeam and a pair of white wings.  Perhaps also a bare, oiled

chest and a white drapey covering over his hips, but who was I to be so choosy

when I already had this Adonis speaking to me.  Being the extremely

cool and confident young woman I was, I'm sure I gave him a slightly deranged

looking smile in response.

     “Uhhh.... leaving home, actually.  Short

trip to New York.  Going to visit an old childhood friend,” I said

with all the wit and brilliance of a canned ham.  Undaunted by my own

awkwardness I blundered forward.  “How about you?  Leaving

L.A. after working on your tan?” I said with what I hoped was a saucy wink, but

probably looked more like a nervous tic.

     He laughed outright (to my great relief) and

shook his head.  “Nope.  I’m leaving home just like

you.  I'm also headed to New York.”  The line inched ahead

again, and we moved forward with it.

     “Wow, that's a coincidence,” I said. “Business or

pleasure?”  That sounded like a fairly normal question a fairly

normal person would ask, I told myself.  I cleared my throat and

stood a little straighter, hoping it wasn't too late to salvage my image.

     “It’s a business trip, but I’ll be there a couple

of weeks so I’m hoping to fit in some fun while I’m there.”  His eyes

lit up a little.  “I love the city, you know?  If it were

all work... well that would just suck.  I want to do it all, take in

the sights, see the shows, eat the food, and watch the people...”  He

looked at me sheepishly.  “I suppose that's expecting a little too

much for a work trip though. They're paying me to actually get a job


     “They must be some crazy bastards to bring you to

a place like that then expecting you to work around the clock for two weeks

straight, resisting the temptations of New York.  What nerve.”  I

said, shaking my head in mock disgust.

     “It could be worse, I guess.  They

could be sending me somewhere in Kansas.”

     “Ah, but then you could visit the world's biggest

ball of twine.”  I offered earnestly.

      He looked at me skeptically.  “I'm

think I'm afraid to ask how you know that.”

      “Sadly, I'm filled with a million useless

facts.  The good news is I'm a great partner for Trivial Pursuit.”

     “I didn't know that game was played with a

partner,” he said.

     “Err...well that's usually the only way anyone

will play with me,”  I said looking at my feet.

     He laughed silently for a moment, one hand

pressed against his mid-section, which appeared to be extremely taut beneath

his tight black t-shirt.  Although it was probably a very bad idea,

given my already embarrassingly strong physical attraction to the man, I took a

moment to look over his lean physique.  His shoulders were broad and

muscular and his pectorals were clearly defined beneath the cotton clinging to

his form.  His chest tapered to a trim waist, and his faded denim

jeans were slung low on his hips.  A pair of scuffed black boots

completed his look.  I wondered what he really did for a living,

because all he needed was a leather jacket, and I could easily imagine him on a

motorcycle riding from town to town doing odd jobs for pocket money.

I am a native Angeleno,

specifically an original valley girl.  (Cue Frank Zappa music).  I am

a self-professed bibliophile, with a Kindle library larger than Imelda Marcos'

closet.  I have also been writing since I was old enough to form letters

when someone shoved a crayon into my tiny little fist as a toddler.  Those

letters eventually became sentences, and those sentences eventually turned into

stories.  It took a long time before I was able to turn those stories into

something I felt was worthy of sharing with the world, but finally here we

are.  I hope that you agree.

As for the rest of me, I'm a 40-something (no, I'm not going to tell you how

many somethings follow the 40) mother of three who has been married to my

husband for 14 years.  We live in a small enclave just north of Los

Angeles with my aunt, Nickii Fowler, who is also an author.  (Check out

her work!

Shattered Perfection is my debut novel. The original draft was written over a

three week period in October/November 2014.  It "marinated" on

my hard drive until February 2015, when a good friend and fellow author, Nick

Marsh, begged to read it.  I was completely against the idea, but being

the persuasive and amazingly handsome fellow he is, he was impossible to

resist.  (He paid me to say that last part).

After far less rewriting and editing than I imagined would be necessary, I am

now able to share with you a story that I hope will make you laugh, cry and

ultimately feel as though you have loved right along with Mimi and Vance.



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