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What do you do when your boyfriend of five years is sleeping with your best friend and you’re in a dead-end job, breaking your back for mere pennies? I’ll tell you what I did. I did the one thing I’ve been dreading for the last thirteen years, I finally went home. I needed to get back on my feet and I needed my Grams. As much as I wanted to pretend life was working for me, it wasn’t.

 

The problem with home though is that everywhere I turn, her ghosts were haunting me. 

Crazy, crazy, crazy, just like her, just like my momma. 

I wanted to pretend that crazy didn’t exist, but it was all around me, trying to do its best to pull me under. 

 

There’s one problem with that, Keenan Rhys. He’s determined not to let it. And I’m determined to keep him away.

 

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One major thing stood out for me in

his speech. Besides the fact that Alex was still a dog, Rys said, ‘when I claim

you.’ Was he talking in the general sense, or was he saying he was going to

claim me? I was silenced by his words. I didn’t have a rebuttal. The ride to my

place was quiet. Rys opened his mouth again as he turned on to Grams’ street.

“What’s the story with him that you needed to apologize as soon as you saw

him?”

I had a feeling this was coming. I

mean, how could he not ask?

“Senior year, Alex was my on

again/off again boyfriend. I was wild. I had lots of boyfriends and partied

like no tomorrow. One night, Alex and I went to a party. We both got drunk and

smoked a bunch of pot. And then, when it came time to go home, we flipped a coin

to decide who would drive. I lost the coin toss, then lost control of the car.

I broke my leg and shattered his wrist.”

“And then, you healed and got out

of here?” he asked finishing my story from what he must have surmised from my

conversation with Alex.

“Pretty much,” I agreed nodding my

head, “I was young and stupid. I can’t believe how easy Alex let that go. I

thought he’d hate me. I’ve held on to the guilt for so long, and it didn’t seem

like he was really bothered by it.”

“Is that one of the things that

have kept you away from home?” he asked pulling into the driveway.

“One of many,” I sighed and put my

hand on the door handle about to open the door when I heard Rys say in a stern

voice, “Maple.”

I waited in the cab for him to come

around and help me down. I was not testing him anymore tonight. “You,” I

pointed at Rys, “wait here one second.” I hurriedly ran into the house and

grabbed a jar of apple butter. I felt like I needed to do something for him. I

ran back out and found Rys leaning against his truck with a smirk on his face.

“Here, as a thank you for dinner,” I said handing him the jar. I was slightly

embarrassed and my cheeks tinged pink.

He looked at the jar curiously and

I said, “Keep it refrigerated. It’s fantastic on toast, muffins, pastry, pretty

much everything. It will keep for about a week.”

He smiled at me. Those two dimples

made me want to melt. He leaned forward and hugged me, “Thanks, friend,” he

said, then turned and opened his truck door. Before getting in, he added, “If

this is half as good as your pie, I think I can die a happy man.”

He liked my pie. Why did that thought make me

smile?

 

 

 

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McCarthy is reader and a lover of words. She is a blogger turned author and

released her first novel in May 2014. She is a mother of three, a wife and a

dog person. She has always written, sometimes poetry, sometimes just to vent

about failed relationships, however in parenthood she has found her voice to

help keep her sanity. Words have flowed from her, to review and with the

support of amazing friends in the Indie community she has decided to pursue her

dream of writing! She loves to write and read romance, because isn’t that

something we all yearn for? Whether it be flowers and hand holding or just the

right tug on your hair. Isn’t that what life is about? The human connection?

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Finding Home – Author Aine Kelley – Blog Tour

Finding Home

Author Aine Kelley

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Publication Date: December 8, 2013

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Synopsis:

Can two broken people help each other learn to love again and find their way home? 


For Samantha Cole, love and relationships have never come easy. Pain and heartbreak have forced her to build a wall around herself. Hoping to start over, Sam leaves Boston behind and moves to Napa with her best friend. Trying to make better choices in love, Sam establishes rules to keep her heart safe. Little does she know that one man will challenge her and change her mind. He has the potential to break down her walls and bring her heart back home. 

Ben Foster has been dealing with heartache and guilt for the past two years, believing he lost his only chance at love. Pounding guys on the Rugby field and running the family winery get him through the pain. When Sam arrives the fog over his life slowly lifts. He wonders if she is the one who can help his heart find a new way home. 

Letting go of the past and moving forward is not always easy. Their connection is strong, but their pasts keep getting in the way. Will Sam and Ben’s journey tear them apart or help them find a place to call home?
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Teaser 1

As I approach, I realize I have to say something to him. What will I say? I haven’t a clue. I just have to say something, anything, but it couldn’t be any worse than him being my personal eye candy. Bravely, I look up at him and try to open my mouth, but nothing comes out. He’s amazingly beautiful. I’m speechless. And I’m never speechless.

The picture Jenny has of him doesn’t do him justice. Dark brown hair that’s all kinds of messy, gray eyes that have specks of blue thrown in for good measure, framed by thick eyelashes. I see a small scar above his left eyebrow that adds to his sexiness. Oh, and his mouth. His lips appear soft, plump and kissable. I’m thinking that with the lips, mouth, and his strong jaw line, he’s a triple threat. There’s no doubt in my mind that they have the ability to wreak havoc all over my body. Now, if his tongue pops out, I could probably have a mini-orgasm right now at baggage claim. Definitely sex on a stick. Can I get a lick please?

Ben clears his throat, and it startles me awake from my dirty thoughts. “I’m thinking you must be Sam. I really hope so because if I bring home the wrong person Jenny will kill me.”

I laugh and try not to sound like an idiot. “That’s me. I’m Sam. Love the sign by the way. Very Say Anything.” He looks at me strangely, like I just spoke in a foreign language. I quickly fumble for something to say. “You know the movie, right? The boom box scene? It’s one of my favorites. You holding the sign up reminded me of it.” Okay Sam, stop rambling. “Anyway, never mind. I’ve got all my stuff so we can head out now.” Just stop talking.

“Okay, let me help you with your things. This isn’t too bad. Are you having some things shipped out?” He bends down to secure my luggage on the cart.

“No, I really don’t need much. I put most of my furniture in storage at my Dad’s house and donated a bunch of other stuff. I’ve got my essentials, and if I need anything else, Jenny will take me shopping.” I fidget with my backpack straps to keep my body busy. I remove it from my left shoulder and begin to place it on my right one. I swing it with as much force as I can due to its weight. This, of course, causes me to lose my balance. Fortunately or not, it smacks Ben right on the side of his bent over body, and he goes down to the ground taking me on top of him. Could this get any more awkward?

My body is frozen. Holy pecs. Instead of saying sorry and getting up, I blurt out the first thing that comes into my head. “Holy chest! Fuck, I mean, are you okay? Sorry.” The fact that he just stares at me puts my nerves into overdrive. “Could this be any more awkward? I’m certainly making quite the first impression.” My voice starts strong but ends with a whimper. I mentioned his chest, stupid ass.

I can’t read the look on Ben’s face. I’m thinking it’s a mixture of surprise, amusement, but something else. Something I haven’t seen in a man’s eyes for a long time. It looks like longing, or maybe its lust? He stutters a bit. “I … I think as far as first impressions go, I’d say, so far so good. It’s not every day I have a beautiful girl fall on top of me.” He winks at me, and I feel something stir low in my belly. He thinks I’m beautiful. 

“What? Is it like only every other day that a girl falls on top of you?” I try to act smooth as I get off him and reach for my backpack. I hear him laugh as he gets up, helping me with my backpack.

“Hey, be careful with that thing. You could really hurt somebody. What’s in there anyway?”

“Well my e-reader and laptop, but both are pretty light, so I’m thinking you’re just wimpy.” I fight back my laughter, but it slips out when he feigns being hurt.

“But not my chest, right?” Smug bastard! “Let’s get this stuff loaded up in the car and get out of here.”

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Teaser 2

Reaching down for her bags, I gesture to go inside. “Hey, let’s get your stuff inside. I’ll show you where you’re staying. You’ve got one of the best rooms here at the ranch. Wait ‘til you see the view.”

Cursing myself for sounding like an overexcited tour guide, I walk through the door. She starts to trail behind me, but stops. She turns away from the door and walks back down the porch stairs to a row of grapevines. I put the bags down and feel that pull again to follow her.

“Is everything okay?”

She looks back at me. “Yeah, I just need a minute. I want to remember this moment—this shift.” Her hands roam down her neck while she closes her eyes. “I want to let everything soak in.” I watch her open her eyes. “I want to look at the view and see the grapevines and hills. I want to smell the sweetness of the grapes and wine. I want to hear the rustling of the leaves and the tractor engine purrs. I want to touch the vines, leaves, and grapes.” She looks back at me again, and I’m blown away. I watch a stray hair fall in front of her face. It takes all my will power not to touch her.

“You forgot taste.”

She smiles devilishly. “Yeah, I definitely want to taste. What do you suggest?” She raises her eyebrows, and I can’t keep my hand from delicately placing the strand behind her ear. Her breath hitches from my touch. Oh God, this girl is going to unravel me. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this way- it overwhelms me. The way she’s looking at me like she could devour me whole. There’s no doubt in my mind what I want to taste.

Yep, I’m definitely wrecked.

“How about our merlot? It pairs nicely with some dark chocolate.”

“Sounds perfect. Let’s get my bags in, and then we can have that taste.” Now it’s her turn to wink.

Images of my tongue licking drops of red wine that trickle down her exposed neck and breasts envelop me. All I know is if she says taste one more time, I’ll be taking a shower sooner than I thought.

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 TEASER 3

Looking up into her moist eyes I pull her close to me. Our arms hug each other with a fierceness that’s getting rid of every loose fragment of damage. We’re expelling each and every bad memory and all the shit that’s fucked us up. “I don’t want to let you go. Can we stay like this for a little while longer?” Her head nods on my shoulder as she sinks deeper into our embrace.

“You feel incredible in my arms. I never thought much about guardian angels, but I think you’ve been sent just for me. Your arms wrapping around me make everything go away.”
Sam’s arms grip me with even more vigor. I feel her breath and lips tickle my ear as she turns her head into the crook of my neck. Feather light kisses touch my neck and earlobe as she whispers; “You’re wrong Ben; you’re my angel. You make me believe that love can exist.” Her head pulls back but her arms stay firmly in place. “Your voice brought light into my life when all I could see was darkness. When I’m all alone, it’s your voice that I hear when I drift off to sleep at night.”
I turn and press my lips onto hers tenderly and hold them there for several seconds before breaking away. We stay holding each other well into the night. Finally, her breaths change and I realize she’s fallen asleep on my shoulder. I gently shift her body close and place one arm underneath her legs to pick her up. She stirs slightly and turns her head into the curve of my neck and inhales deeply. “Mmm, you smell so good.”
I hold her against me as I chuckle, “Oh yeah? It’s a combination of sweat, wine, and you.”
Sighing she lifts her head with her eyes still closed. “How is it you know to say the exact thing a woman likes to hear?”
“I don’t know about that. I guess you bring it out of me.”
We get into the truck, and I buckle her up. I fight off the images of the accident and instead focus on Sam.  I listen to her steady breaths and watch her sleep. She hypnotizes me.  I’m captivated by her heart, beauty and soul. Her capacity to let me in is remarkable and humbling especially when I don’t think I deserve it. Home has to feel a lot like this because I can’t imagine living anywhere else.

 

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Teaser 4
As I step farther into the barn, I move over to the large oak barrels lined up against the wall. The smell is heavenly, and my mood begins to improve. The air I’ve been searching for is found as I inhale the sweet scent. My peace doesn’t last long, though; I can feel his presence before he even enters the barn. My body continues its steady pace toward the back where the light is dim. The hairs on the back of my neck rise as I feel his body move closer to me. I keep my mouth shut tight so nothing will spill out. It’s his turn to talk, to take a chance. Not mine.
“You ran this time.” His voice is gruff and forces me to momentarily stop my route.
“I did. The difference between my running and yours is that I went to where you would find me.” I feel his arm touch my shoulder to turn me around so I face him. My mind tells me we should talk, but I don’t want to hear anything he has to say. My body wants him and to deny it any longer is painful. Pushing my fear aside, I brace myself for what I’m about to do. “Why did you follow me?”
“I had to. Let’s not run anymore. I’m done with denying this.” His hands move to cup my face, tilting it up.
“I asked you to dance, and you said no.”
“I’m a fucking idiot. Watching you dance with Jack nearly killed me. That should have been me dancing with you. Touching you. Holding you.”
“So, why didn’t you?”
Chuckling softly, he whispers, “I’m a fucking pussy.” He hangs his head in shame. “I knew if I touched you one more time tonight, I’d be gone.” My breath hitches as his thumb strokes my bottom lip. Opening for him slightly, I nip the tip of it before speaking.
“Well, you’re touching me right now. Are you gone?”
Taking his hands away, he anxiously rubs his hair while he steps closer to me. Leaning into me, he whispers in my ear, “You have no idea how you affect me.”

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Aine Kelley is a Massachusetts native who resides in a small seaside community outside of Boston. Besides her immense love for her hubby and two girls, she’s a great lover of her Patriots and Red Sox! She’s a one click addict and loves getting lost in a story. Like Sam in her book, she’s a huge 80’s movie lover and a music freak! Her love of books, beta reading for authors and reviewing for a blog, led her down this crazy yet exciting writing path. She’s so excited for you to get lost in Ben and Sam’s story. Her motto is: Live freely, laugh heartily and love deeply


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Aine Kelley Fun Facts

1.       I have a potty mouth. It doesn’t come out all the time but when it does it tends to shock people.

2.       I am a sucker for anything chocolate. It is a true addiction.

3.       I love wine. Like really love wine. Red or white, I’m not biased.

4.       I attend boot camp twice a week for personal torture. That’s when you may hear my potty mouth.

5.       My original title for Finding Home was Say Anything, but legally I didn’t think I could do it.

6.       My Kindle currently has 40+ books waiting to be read and yet I keep one-clicking. It’s yet another addiction.

7.       I am a sucker for the Love Songs channel on Sirius XM. I’ve been known to wipe away tears as I’m driving and listening to a mushy and gushy one.

8.       Some of the best friendships I have formed started on Facebook.  Being in the indie author world I get to talk to the most amazing women I have had the pleasure of knowing.

9.       I started writing Finding Home on my summer vacation before going back to work. I worked on it every night after my kids went to bed. It is a true labor of love and I have a new appreciation for people that work multiple jobs and juggle being a wife and mother.

10.   Like Sam in my book, I am a true 80’s geek and love all things movie and music from that time period.

11.   I’m an only child.

12.   I love the Peanuts. I have to watch the holiday specials every time they come on with my daughters.

13.   I go to the beach pretty much every day in the summer.

14.   I’m a big sports fan. My favorites are football and baseball. Go Patriots and Red Sox!

15.   I was editing my book when the Red Sox won the World Series. I was so excited that my lap top fell off my lap and crashed on the floor. I then happy danced around the house.

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