Blog Tour: Worlds Apart, book #3 in The Sisters series by Holly Mortimer
WORLDS APART by Holly Mortimer The Sisters, #3 Publication Date: January 5, 2016 Also in this series: Blindsided, Ignite Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance
Synopsis: SamanthaI moved to Ireland for a year to film the movie that would change my life. What I didn’t expect, was that dark and dangerous Brennan Murphy would throw my very calculated existence into chaos. I had worked too hard to bury my secrets and it would take a lot more than heated words and scorching looks to get me to give into the temptation of throwing it all away for him. Brennan How can I want a woman so bad when she represents everything I despise? I can’t get her out from under my skin and I’m not entirely sure I want to. But there’s more at stake here than meets the eye. I’ve got responsibilities and she’s got secrets. Together, we’re destined for disaster, but I’m willing to risk it all for her, the problem is, I don't know if she’s willing to risk anything for me.
*NOTE* While Worlds Apart can be read as a standalone, it is book #3 in The Sisters series.
OTHER BOOKS IN THE SISTER SERIES...
BLINDSIDED by Holly Mortimer The Sisters, #1 Publication Date: February 10, 2015 Also in this series: Ignite, Worlds Apart Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance
Synopsis: Georgina has built herself a quiet life following the tragic death of her husband. She moved to LA to start her life over and has no intentions of ever falling in love again. Her hermit existence and passion for reading and writing romance have driven her to fear the real world, but while out on a forced blind date she accidentally meets Finn Lowry. Kind, sensitive, funny and voted one of 2014’s hottest actors, he’s hard to resist, not to mention, totally out of her league. In order to keep her promise to herself, she needs to steer clear of him at all costs.
Finn sets out to pull Georgina back to the surface, showing her it is possible for her to find love again after living with a heart on lock down for so long. Humor, persistence and life in the limelight come together with Finn to conspire to show Georgina the way to her heart. Can she let go of her old insecurities and avoid Finn’s fans for long enough to let him get through to her?
IGNITE by Holly Mortimer The Sisters, #2 Publication Date: September 15, 2015 Also in this series: Blindsided, Worlds Apart Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance
ABOUT HOLLY MORTIMER
Holly Mortimer is a wife, mom and believer in the concept of happily ever after. She attended Fanshawe College in London, Ontario, where she studied Music Industry Arts. She wandered the world working in the entertainment and travel industry while filling journals with romantic short stories and heroes and heroines. She’s finally taken the next step and published her first novel with Butterfly Publishing.
Holly lives in Stratford, Ontario with her husband and two daughters. She enjoys reading, writing and finding the next inspiring moment to write about.
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EXCERPTS: Worlds Apart by Holly Mortimer
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Pray tell, from what? The evil leprechaun who lives in your pub?”
He continued dragging me out to my car, as if I hadn’t spoken. We stopped at my SUV and he looked extremely uncomfortable and royally pissed off about something.
I dug around in my purse for my errant keys, counting the seconds until I could escape this never ending nightmare. “Well, thanks for saving me from whatever you were saving me from. I gotta run now.”
I unlocked the door and went to get in when he spun me around and caged me up against the side with his hands. “Brennan, what the—”
He silenced me with a growl and a punishing kiss. I was so surprised, I gasped and he took advantage of my open mouth to deepen the kiss with his tongue. His beard gently scratched and sparked across my skin, awakening feelings in me that had long since gone dormant. My hands instinctively went to his chest to try to push him off, but it was then he changed tactics and moved to my neck. My area of weakness. My Achilles heel but on my neck, if you will. Oh, he did not fight fair. Whatever the hell he was up to, he was in for it if he thought he could silence me with a kiss. A damn fine, hot as hell kiss, but still. The righteous indignation was spilling out of me. Ha, I was a great liar, turned amazing actress and now I was even trying to fool myself. I was into the kiss. No doubt about it. The heat spreading from ground zero was all the proof I needed.
He came back to my mouth with an aggression that was intense and angry. Abruptly, he ended the kiss, pushed away from me, turned on his heel and walked away without a single sound coming from that luscious mouth. I was so stunned that I didn’t move a muscle or say a word, but lifted my hand to touch lips that I was sure were red and swollen and scratched all to hell.
I slowly turned and got in my car, started it and carelessly peeled out of the parking lot, not caring where in the world I was going, just trying to get somewhere where my life made sense.
He crowded me from behind and I had to lean way back to take him all in. He was tall, already covered that. I would guess around six foot three. He was wearing a leather jacket, open, and I could make out an amazing chest packaged between two very broad shoulders. He was wearing a worn, black V-neck T-shirt with a sprinkling of dark hair visible across his chest. When I could tear my depraved eyes off of that site, I moved them upward and got totally stuck on his chin. Covered in a full—but totally styled and clean cut—beard that was calling out for me to touch it. I lifted a tremulous hand up towards him, completely oblivious of the danger in his eyes, and attempted to cop a feel of that fascinating part of his face.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, he grabbed my wrist before I could make contact and gave me a sharp squeeze. “Ow! Hey, let go.”
“You’re cut off, Princess.”
“Who the hell are you?” I emphasized my point with my free hand, poking him in the chest. “And why do you think,” poke, “that you can tell me,” poke, “what to do?” Double extra hard poke.
I heard a loud snicker coming from behind the bar, mixed with a low growl that was coming from the man in front of me. “Ryan,” he said. “Can you please inform this girl that she is cut off, and to vacate my pub immediately?”
“Girl?” I tried to make my hand slap him, but drunk me was no match for this guy.
“Right away, boss.” I turned to look at Ryan, who was still smiling, albeit with a small amount of guilt twinkling in his eyes. “Sam, darlin’, I can’t serve you any more alcohol, by decree of this here man, my boss and the current owner of Murphy’s pub. Now, can I call you a taxi?”
“Son of a bitch. I can’t catch a break today. No, Ryan, thank you ever so much for your wonderful service and hospitality, but I gotta go.”
“Sam, it’s pouring rain outside.”
“It’s fine. I’ll be fine.” I turned to gather my coat, but encountered resistance from the mountain man still holding my wrist. “Let go of me.”
“No.” He was glaring at me as if I had done something wrong, when clearly he was the one in the wrong, and by the look of him lived dangerously close to the wrong side of the law.
I pushed off and up from my perch, as best I could in my condition and considering he was crowding me, let me tell you, it wasn’t an easy feat. I was tall, close to five foot ten, so I gathered up my liquid courage and attempted to go toe to toe with the jerk. “I said, let go. Now.”
“You just threw up on me.”
“Yes, I heard you. You told me so and it’s Brennan.” He shot out of the room in search of what I could only assume was a towel. I lay back in bed, took a swig of the water I kept on the bedside table to wash down the nasty taste and gave myself a mental pat on the back. Brennan. Hmm, it was a cool name, not that I would ever admit that to him.
I heard him ranting and muttering to himself down the hall, but couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. Probably for the best. He came back into the room and I turned to see just how mad he was when my eyeballs nearly popped out of my eyes.
“You’re not wearing any pants!”
“How very astute of you.”
“Why are you not wearing any pants? What if we still have an intruder?” My eyes were very, very confused. They were at a crossroads. Look, don’t look. Gah, it was inevitable. They looked.
“’Cause you puked on them. And it’s pretty obvious we don’t have an intruder, and if we did, he’d be running from you, that’s for damn sure. Got any more amazing questions, Barbara Walters?”
My brain wasn’t computing anything he said. It was stuck back at that crossroads with my eyes. Tight, white boxer briefs. God’s gift to women everywhere, and today was my special day to receive the gift.
He walked around my bed and disappeared into the ensuite bathroom. I heard the taps running and gave my head a good shake. I hated this man. My brain told me not to worry. Hating him was still possible even while ogling. Shit, ogling commenced yet again as he walked by back out of my bedroom going who knew where. I closed my eyes and tried to figure out how my day had gone so very bad. While in this meditative state, I felt the bed dip and the covers pull back. Apparently, we were having a sleepover.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Sleeping until my pants are dry.”
“Get the hell out of my bed and out of my house.”