Lynn's Love of Books: Release Blitz: Torn Hearts by M. E. Gordon

Release Blitz:

Torn Hearts

M. E. Gordon

Oct 12th - Oct 19th

A tale

as old as time—a girl, tall and wispy, hair the color of the sun, eyes as blue

as the sky, caught in a love triangle with the noblest of men…Not in this book

honey!

Okay so

maybe I am caught up in a love triangle, but I’m sure as hell not running

through a field of daisies in a sun dress. My name is Elizabeth and I’ve

managed to avoid men for most of my life. I wasn’t a nun by any means, but I

know what the hot guys want—and it usually isn’t me. How I got myself involved

in a love triangle with one sexy photographer and a millionaire bachelor, who

had women worshiping the ground he walked on,is beyond me. Yet, here I am,

attempting to navigate waters that I’ve never expected to. Trying to figure out

which man was right for me, dealing with my family—and have I told you about

the paparazzi? Well, it’s all really making me rethink the situation. Who do I

trust? Who’s being genuine? What should I do if both men are perfect for me in

different ways? How the hell am I supposed to choose just one? Or better yet do

I have to choose just one?

Chapter

1

Beth

y heart

rate accelerated as we pull up to the popular DC night club, Mood. I was

currently sitting in a limo that my brothers sent over to retrieve my best

friend Gia and me. Taking a steadying breath, I took a peek out the window. Of

course, they had a small red carpet set out for celebrities and socialites like

my brothers.

Let me

make this a little clearer, I don’t do this.

I didn’t

go out dressed up like I was right now. I glanced back at Gia who looked

anything but anxious. She was in her element right now, and I…well, I was not!

I

preferred sitting at home reading a good book. It was a passion of mine. My

Gran was an avid reader. What could I say? I took after her and my mother, who

happened to have been an editor in-chief for a big publishing company. I guess

I could have followed in her footsteps, but I had a passion for History. With

only a few classes left, I was well on my way to restoring books at the Library

of Congress. Still, no matter how many books I’d read, nothing could prepare me

for nights like tonight.

Sure

limos, nice dresses, socialites, photographers, it all sounded like a great

time, and maybe it was, but not for me. Do you have any idea how difficult

it is to find an appealing outfit for a size twelve, tall,

curvy,twenty-three-year-old? Well I’ll tell you, it’s nearly impossible!

Sure

there were things in my size, but that wasn’t the problem. The problem was

feeling exposed, and not in a good way—the bad way, like

every-inch-of-fat-had-been-magnified-by-tight-fabric way. Even Gia, the fashion

stylist in training, hada hard time finding me something to wear. It was

mortifying.

I didn’t

know what I was more worried about, falling on my ass or getting my picture

taken. Oh, right. It was falling on my ass while getting my picture

taken. I tried my hardest to get Gia to go in the side entrance, but clearly, I

lost that battle.

Gia

stepped out first, thankfully. The cameras were snapping away like crazy, but

why wouldn’t they be? She looked like a movie star in her short gray dress and

sparkling heels. Smiling at the cameras and swaying her long blonde hair, she

posed like it was second nature to her.

Taking a

deep breath, I closed my eyes. I could do this. Just get out of the car

and don’t fall on your ass. With one last, quick prayer, I scooted over

and let my foot glide out of the limo. Holding on tight to the door handle, I

exited the limo and cautiously made my way over toward the sea of cameras. I

clung tight to the shawl that was covering most of the red dress that I had

finally found, after hours of shopping with Gia.

I

stopped moving when the photographers started snapping a few pictures. Maybe

they thought I was a lighter haired Kardashian or something. It didn’t take but

a few seconds for them to find out I wasn’t.

“She’s

nobody!” I heard one of the snakes say to his neighbor.

Knives,

meet my heart…ouch! I wanted to run back to the limo or into the safety of the

dark club, but I couldn’t move. I glanced over in Gia’s direction where she was

using her hands to take off an invisible jacket. I guessed she was telling me

to take my shawl off? I couldn’t help but think that this was a very stupid

idea. And, of course, against my better judgment, I did it anyway.

I

quickly un-wrapped the fabric. My long, wavy, brown hair fell against my bare

back and exposed cleavage. The unseasonably, cool air brushed against my arms,

making a chill run up my spine. This dress was perfect, practically made for

me. It hit all my curves and pushed my boobs and ass up too. But most

importantly, it flattened my stomach—magic!

The wall

of cameras turns back to me. I guess they think I might be someone worth

photographing after all.

“Red

Dress—Red dress, can we get a name?”

I turned

in the direction of the warm voice and felt the heat rise to my cheeks.

Embarrassment? Flattery? I tried to make out the person calling to me as I

scanned the wall of photographers. My eyes were instantly drawn to a handsome

man with shaggy, sandy hair and muscular build. Well, I’d like to think it was

muscles under the sweat shirt he had on. I squinted to get a better look but

lost sight of him as the flashes went off.

“A name?”

another man called.

“Elizabeth

Monroe,” I answered back.

All

about me in Five Questions or less

Question

1 – What makes you, you?

What

makes me, me? Well, I was born and raised in Central Maryland. I now live with

my wonderful husband and four, energetic children. My day to day consists of

getting kids ready for school, answering e-mails, writing, editing, and making

breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Writing has always been a passion of mine. My

grandmother gave me my first journal when I was in the third grade. I wrote in

it almost every day, and I still try to write in it as often as I can. Before I

started my first novel and became a stay at home mom, I worked in daycare. I

loved it! Never a dull moment when you have 15 kids running around!

Question

2- When you don’t have your ‘Mom hat’ or ‘Author hat’ on, what are your

interests?

I love

going to the movies, whether it be with my husband or friends. I get pretty

jazzed about good movies. I love them all; romantic, suspense, action. I don’t

do scary though, unless I’m at home snuggled on the couch next to my hubby with

a blanket over my head.

Go

figure, I love reading! I really like romantic novels, but I also dabble in

Young Adult. Potter and Everdeen are some of my favorites, hell I’ll admit it,

I even liked Twilight, before the movie.

Question

3 – Describe your writing set up?

When I

write, I have to have music on. I have a playlist for each of my stories.

Without music, I just can’t write. I also like to be in the dark, with only a

small lamp and computer screen to light my way. I have a journal for each novel

that I jot down future ideas in about the storyline, character descriptions,

and words I want to incorporate. I’d be lost without my journals; I carry them

around with me everywhere. You never know when an idea is going to pop in your

head! A large glass of ice water is also a must have, unless it’s one of those days

then a cup of coffee is on the menu. I’m sure all you Moms out there know what

I’m talking about!

Question

4 – Boxers or Briefs for your hunky heroes?

Boxer-briefs!

Best of both worlds? … I think so! Oh and they’re always black!

Question

5 – Who inspires you to write?

Who

inspires me to write? Honestly, I write for the women like me who want to be

able to picture themselves as the heroine. All too often, the leading lady is

someone who’s unattainable for most. The tall, thin, long-legged, beauty or the

petite, slender girl next door who happens to also be drop dead gorgeous. Those

women are usually frail and sometimes, not much is going on upstairs. I try to

write about, real, strong women who tell it like it is. For instance, we all

know that most of us wear spanks when we go out to a club. Suck it in, stand up

straight and don’t sit down, unless you’re behind a table. These are the things

that constantly go through your head. I want my readers to be able to put

themselves in my heroines place. What would you do if a really hot guy was

dancing with you? Pray your rolls aren’t showing? Chin up to hide any chance of

showing a double one? Arch your back to show off ‘assets’ you think are better

than others? Maybe even move his hands just so he won’t feel that extra cushion?

Although

I have written a few stories with a typical heroine and don’t get me wrong, I

love them and they are ‘real’ in their own way, just not physically. Those

stories were easy to write because they didn’t have body issues or insecurities,

they didn’t have to worry about ‘sucking it in’ or ‘muffin tops’. Now, I

wouldn’t call my heroines plus size, I call them real, real girls/women who

love themselves, but are still aware that they aren’t that Victoria Secret

model. I find it challenging and exciting to write about curvy women and all

the little things that come along with it. It’s not easy and sometimes I think

that it’d be easier to follow suit and write about idealistic women, but in a

way, we all are and we all need that one heroine to look up to and I hope that

my leading ladies, curvy or otherwise, fulfill that need for someone.