New Release
Love You More
Love You, Maine, Book 3
by
Julia Kent
Release date: November 10, 2022
Genre: Romantic Comedy,
Contemporary Romance
Cover
Designer: Najla
Qamber, Qamber Designs (https://www.qamberdesignsmedia.com/)
Audiobook Narrators: Erin Mallon and Teddy Hamilton (COMING SOON)
Tropes/Themes: Small Town
Retailer Description:
Colleen
Luview's love life is cursed. No—really. The small-town nurse is notorious in her
touristy mountain community. After every third date she's ever had, the guy
ends up in her emergency room.
She's
untouchable now, and it's not her fault.
Resolved
to branch out and find a way to have a life with a partner, children, meaning,
and free from being a love pariah in a town devoted to it, she decides to leave
her beloved Love You, Maine—where every day is Valentine's Day—to find a bigger
dating pool.
And
a better nickname.
Moore
Mottin hates feeling like damaged goods. Married and divorced twice before thirty, he
has a fourteen-year-old from a teenage pregnancy, was cheated on during his
second wedding, and now even his best friend, Luke Luview, considers him the
butt of every bad-luck joke when it comes to love.
When
Luke's sister, Colleen, picks him up from the airport and a freak snowstorm
forces them off the road, he rescues her from an icy pond and finds an old
hunting cabin for shelter and safety. Vulnerable and shaking, the two give in
to long-simmering feelings for each other, but when they're discovered in the
worst way possible, what seemed like a new lease on life turns into a life-altering
mess.
Can
Moore and Colleen overcome all the obstacles holding them back from a love
that's been in front of their faces all this time?
If
you're looking for a story featuring two star-crossed lovers doomed by unfair
reputations, featuring a smooth-talking single dad who runs a jewelry store and
his best friend's sister, set in a small town in New England, with a calico cat
named Sandwich, a heroine with a dry wit and a can-do attitude, and a hero who
just wants a good relationship with his estranged child and the chance to find
permanent love…then this is your book.
Grab
a cup of coffee or tea, and maybe some peanut butter for your burger (what?
It's a thing…), and get your happy meter ready as you read the third book (a
standalone!) in the Love You, Maine series—where love isn't just a feeling…it's
a way of life.
✓Standalone
✓One-night stand
✓Forced proximity
✓Best friend's sister
✓Single dad
… and
a calico cat named Sandwich
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Author
Bio:
New York Times and
USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an
edge. Since 2013, she has sold more than 2 million books, with 4 New York
Times bestsellers and more than 21 appearances on the USA Today
bestseller list. Her books have been translated into French, German, and
Italian, with more titles releasing in the future.
From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock
stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she
writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her
husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire
she met in a romantic comedy).
She lives in New England with her husband
and three children where she is the only person in the household with the gene
required to change empty toilet paper rolls.
She loves to hear from her readers by email at
julia@jkentauthor.com, on Twitter @jkentauthor, on Facebook at @jkentauthor,
and on Instagram @jkentauthor. Visit her at http://jkentauthor.com
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Excerpt:
Pulling her close, he tried to warm her.
They were on the floor, about three feet from the edge of an unmade bed.
“Colleen!” he said sharply. She blinked rapidly, then squeezed his arm.
“I’m not shivering,” she said slowly, slurring. “Nee’ to ge’ warm.”
“I’m trying,” he said, looking at the fire, which thankfully was showing
signs of catching. Standing, he scanned the room. A small trunk served as a coffee
table, in front of two wood-frame chairs with cheap vinyl cushions.
The chance there were blankets in that trunk was good.
His attention pinged between the trunk and Colleen.
“Sit up,” he ordered her.
“Can’t.”
If he kept her talking, everything would be fine.
“Maybe you just cursed yourself,” he told her, trying to get her goat,
get a rise out of her, anything to keep her talking.
“Huh?”
“Third Date Colleen. Never thought you’d end up in your own ER after a
third date.” He lifted the lid of the trunk.
She blew a laugh through her nose. “Too far away from Luview for me to
be in the ER.”
Score! Two big feather-down comforters, both of them a cream color with
a patina that spoke more to their age than to a color palette at a textile
factory. His fingers screamed as he gripped the thick, soft fabric, but he
grabbed the top one and brought it to her, covering her.
As he started to wrap himself in the other one, he realized he was still
soaking wet.
So was she.
Thin hints of warmth began to creep out of the tiny woodstove and he
turned his attention to the fire again, blowing on it lightly, then checking
the flue.
Whew. All was well. He added a few small pieces of wood he found littering
the backside of the woodstack and hoped the fire would continue to take.
“I’m cold. Wet. Brain slow. Mouth slower,”
Colleen whispered, with a tiny smile.
“Since when do you have a slow mouth?”
“Moore.”
His stomach dropped. Looking down at her, his down comforter on his
shoulders, he panicked. Stress flooded him like he was underwater again,
fumbling for her seatbelt, her life in his hands.
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