{Author Spotlight}

Y'all, I wanna stop & take a minute to tell y'all about an author who is near & dear to my heart. 
She's so beyond talented, and nicer than nice. I'm so effing blessed to call her a friend. 
She can write the gut-wrenching feels like a boss. 
She can make you double over with belly clenching laughter with the snap of her fingers. 
She can make food puns like you wouldn't believe. 
Does she sound too good to be true? 
Well, she isn't. 
Seriously, she's a doll, and I'm so damn lucky to have her on my team. 
In her own words, she is a Cajun girl with a big heart and a passion for romance. She married her high school sweetheart two months after graduation and her life has been a fairytale ever since. She’s the queen of her castle, reigning over five sons and one bossy little princess who has made it her mission in life to steal her Momma’s throne. When she’s not writing, you will find her hidden beneath mounds of laundry and piles of dirty dishes or locked in her tower (aka the bathroom) soaking in the tub with a good book. She’s always been an avid reader and has recently discovered a love for cultivating romantic stories of her own.

Now, lemme tell y'all about her books. For real, you need to know them. 

 Let's start with Viv. 

BLURB:
Vivienne
Guilt...
Like a cancer, it festers, slowly stealing your life bit by painful bit.
What do you do when you have betrayed the love of your life but he is no longer there to grant you forgiveness? How do you carry the weight of your gravest mistake knowing there is no way to atone for it?
I've made a terrible choice–one that can't be undone.
Hiding this secret is eating me alive.
But if it ever came out?
If it were ever discovered?
It would destroy everything.

Reid
They say you always want what you can't have.
From the moment I laid eyes on Vivienne Parker, I knew I was fighting a losing battle. I want to believe that I'm better than this–that I wouldn't cross that line–but deep down, I know if I were ever given a chance, there's no way in hell I'd refuse.
She's my uncle's wife, so why does it feel as if she is mine?



My Review:
Vivienne's Guit is that book you read when you need to cleanse your mind of all the other books. It'll literally make you sob away any other characters lingering in your mind after 'The End'. You'll riot for the characters in this book. It's that good. 
One click it here:
http://amzn.to/2vv7dNR



Next up, Boomerangers. 

BLURB:
Boomerangers [boo-muh-rang-ers] noun, informal: an adult that moves back home to live with a parent after a period of independence.

Spencer

I love sex. I love the power, the intimacy, the euphoria it brings. Too bad I’m not having any . . . You’d think as New Orleans’ most renowned sex therapist that I’d be swimming in single men. In a way, I am . . . except for the fact that one is in diapers and the other two are drowning in preteen hormones. As a single mother of three, my days are devoted to my clients and my kids, and my nights are spent with Fabio, my trusty vibrator. When my world begins to unravel, I have no choice but to move back home. And when my high school sweetheart comes waltzing back into my life, comedy and chaos ensue.

What can I say? I never said I could pick ’em, but you can bet your ass I know how to fix ’em.

Cooper

As soon as the ink dried on my divorce papers, I made myself a solemn vow: I was done with relationships. Moving home to take over my father’s firm was the plan, until Spencer decided to return, along with three souvenirs from the life she’s lived without me. 

I’ve been in love with the girl next door for nearly all of my life; the rest was spent trying to forget her. I’d give almost anything for a second chance with her, but I have no time for distractions—especially the kind that involve diapers, bottles, and eighteen-year commitments. 

The problem is, she’s already got me by the balls . . . and I’m beginning to feel the noose tightening around my heart.

My Review: 
Now, let's talk about Boomerangers, which was actually my first HMO read. It's LOL funny and has witty banter and dialogue to boot. Seriously, this book made her my hero. She took the feels and made them crazy funny. You'll love every character in this book, especially Savage. 
One click it here: 


And last, but certainly not least, we have Food Fight, a book Heather co-authored with T.Torrest. 

BLURB:
FOOD FIGHT is the first book in a new eroticomedy duology. Each book in the Strip Mall series contains two separate stories from the same universe. No cliffhangers... just a lot of laughs and some really hot sex!

BANANAS AND DONUTS: It's a food fight of epic proportions when this not-so-sweet baker gets her hands on a gorgeous grocer's goods. 

BAGELS AND BRATS: A buff butcher bites off more than he can chew when he "meats" the vegan vixen next door. 

*Intended for immature audiences 18+

My Review:
So, let's talk about Food Fight. This little gem is something she co-wrote with another lovely author (stalk her here) [& stalk them as a duo here]It's some kind of special y'all. Yummy and funny and absolutely EVERYTHING an erotic comedy should be. No lie, I almost pee'd myself laughing. One click it here: 

Let's recap shall we? Heather is funny, talented, a supermom, an amazing friend, and then some. 
She's literally 

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Cover Reveal

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She took my vision and 110% brought it to life!






I’m pulling into the Piggly Wiggly parking lot when my phone vibrates against the cup-holder, rattling the loose change lying in the bottom. Grabbing it, I swipe my thumb across the screen to answer my brother’s call. “Hey man, what’s up?”
“Mom wanted me to make sure you remembered to bring a bag of ice,” he tells me in a bored tone. This is a common occurrence. We all have to bring something to Family Dinner Night, and I always bring a bag of ice.
With an eye roll, I reply, “Yeah Jake, tell her I’m at the store now. You might as well ask her if she needs anything else while I’m here.” I hear him set the phone down and call out to our mom but I can’t quite make out her muffled reply.  
“Hey, Mom says to grab a bag of croutons too.”
“Ten-four, see ya soon.” I end the call and slide my phone into the pocket of my jeans.
Real talk? I missed family dinner night and I am so damn glad to be back where my family is. They’re amazing and it saves me from cooking every once in a while—a double win for me.
I’m wandering through the store looking for the crouton aisle when someone rams into me with their shopping cart. What the fuck?
“Oh, my stars—I am so sorr…” the cart-rammer starts to apologize, and I turn sharply at the sound of her voice, all soft and southern. She’s a tiny thing. At least a good foot shorter than me.
I inspect her from head to toe. Long hair, the color of mahogany with lighter streaks swirled through it. Big, brown doe eyes. The kind you can get lost in. Other than a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, her skin is flawless; smooth and pale. Her petite figure is full of lush curves—I zero in on her slightly flared hips… I can’t form words, I just stare.
I can’t explain it, but I’m so fucking drawn to her—like a moth to a goddamn flame. I’m itching to reach out and touch her, to feel her skin. I fist my hands at my side. Then, mercifully, she teeters, gracing me with the opportunity to give into my urges. I bring my hands down on her shoulders to steady her, and goddamn. It’s like electricity is pumping from her and into me.
After what feels like an eternity, she speaks, finishing her forgotten apology, freeing me from the spell she’s cast.
“I am so sorry. I was caught up in my own head, checking my list, and not paying attention at all. I didn’t hurtcha did I?”
“No ma’am.” My voice comes out thick and heavy. “I’m just fine. You have nice evening, yeah?” I drag my eyes down her body once more before turning and walking away. My reaction to this girl is visceral—one look, one touch and I’m damn near ready to offer her the world. Fucking insanity.
“Uhhh. Um… yeah, you too!” I hear as I make my way to the checkout.


{Blog Post}


1) Who was your first?

2 ) Who is your favorite?

3) Who is your current?


Now, lemme show y'all the man who puts all the Book Boys to shame. My hubs... 
This man is everything good in this world, and he is my heart. <3 


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{Blog Post}


I love music, y'all. 
Live for it.

BUT... 
I CANNOT listen to music while I write. Like, not at all. 

Which made finding songs for my playlist tough. 
The struggle was REAL. 
Thankfully I'm working smarter for book 2 & I'm keeping a running list of songs I hear that remind of the book. <3 

So, tell me this though, what's your current jam? 
I'm really stuck on covers, as per usual, and here is my fave of the moment: 


{Blog Post}

Oh, y'all.
I've been busy.
Busy, busy, busy.

Coming Up Roses is edited, formatted, and ready to go! Myla Rose & Cash are well on their way & will be off to bloggers in ten or so days! 

I
AM
SO
EXCITED.

In other news, I'm chugging along writing book 2, and I'm really feelin' these characters. 
So much tension <3.


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Goodness gracious, y'all.

Last week I sent the first draft of Coming up Roses to my beta readers, and feedback has been trickling in since the weekend.

Now, let me tell y'all, I've been a mess waiting on it. I'm talking pins and needles. BUT! My feedback has been amazing. My betas didn't tell me what I wanted to hear, they told me what I needed to hear.

So, now I'm working on implementing some changes based on their stellar feedback and then CUR is off for first-round edits. So exciting, y'all!

After edits, I'll implement more changes, and then round 2 and proofing. Followed by a few more read throughs, and then CUR will be off to the blogs and individual receiving ARCS. WHOA. That's insane! <3

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Excerpt {Sneak Peak}


I walk to the edge of the water, right where my twin nephews are playing, but my eyes never move from her body. No, I stare unabashedly as she removes the breezy cover up she's hiding under.
She toys with the hem, running the gauzy fabric between her fingers, before ever so slowly lifting it. When she reveals her string bikini clad bottom, I almost tell her to pull the cover up back down.
She's too damn beautiful, and I know for a fact that every man on this beach is imagini
ng untying those strings.
She continues, revealing her rounded belly, and then her perky, high breasts. I make a break for deeper water to hide my body's reaction to her. I have no fucking desire for the entire beach to witness the tent in my swim trunks, let alone the twins.
Myla Rose neatly folds her cover up and heads toward where the boys are playing. "Y'all know how to swim?"
I watch her as she stands there with the twins, her pale skin glowing in the sunlight. I don't remember where I heard it, but someone once told me a woman is her most beautiful when she's with child, and looking at Myla Rose, all belly in her two piece, I have to agree.
"We do!" Preston tells her proudly, adjusting his life jacket.
"Well, come on then boys!"
I meet them about half way out, where the water is waist deep on the boys, and immediately they start splashing up a storm. I freeze, worried Myla is going to be pissed, but before I can even scold the boys, she's splashing them right back.
Swear, this woman might just be perfect.
©LK Farlow 2017


Myla Rose McGraw may be twenty, single, and pregnant, but she's no damsel in distress. She doesn't need a man. After all, her Grams taught her a thing or two about making lemonade out of life's lemons. 

Then she meets Cash Carson. 

Reeling from a bad breakup, Cash has sworn off love. It led to nothing but pain and misery, and he’s determined to move forward alone. 
Until a redheaded Southern beauty crashes into him. With her shopping cart. At the local Piggly Wiggly. 

If love wasn't for him, why did his heart beat a little faster every time Myla Rose sent that sweet smile his way?

He was no knight, and she didn't need saving. 

But damn if he didn't want to try anyway.

COMING UP ROSES is a sweet, Southern fairy tale—with a twist.

BLURB REVEAL


Myla Rose McGraw may be twenty, single, and pregnant, but she's no damsel in distress. She doesn't need a man. After all, her Grams taught her a thing or two about making lemonade out of life's lemons. 

Then she meets Cash Carson. 

Reeling from a bad breakup, Cash has sworn off love. It led to nothing but pain and misery, and he’s determined to move forward alone. 
Until a redheaded Southern beauty crashes into him. With her shopping cart. At the local Piggly Wiggly. 

If love wasn't for him, why did his heart beat a little faster every time Myla Rose sent that sweet smile his way?

He was no knight, and she didn't need saving. 

But damn if he didn't want to try anyway.

COMING UP ROSES is a sweet, Southern fairy tale—with a twist.