Title: Ready to Fall
Author: Daisy Prescott
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Comedy
When you fall, you fall hard…
Readers first fell in love with John Day as the hot next-door neighbor in Romantic Comedy Best Seller Geoducks Are for Lovers. Tall, dark, and handsome is an understatement. With the beard, a dog named Babe, and his ever present plaid shirt, John is a modern lumberjack in more ways than one.
Lurking beneath the flannel and beard could be the heart of a romantic. Or is John a wolf in flannel clothing?
After his favorite neighbor rents out her cabin for the winter, John finds himself playing fireman and tour guide to Diane Watson, a beautiful brunette with her own messy past and recent battle scars. When an ex shows up unexpectedly, their lives will be changed forever.
Will he be ready to fall in love? Or will he fall back into his old, flirty ways?
Hold onto your heart… and get ready to fall with John Day as he tells his story in this contemporary romance/romantic comedy told in male POV.
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About Daisy Prescott:
Before writing funny contemporary romances about adults, I dreamed of being an author while doing a lot of other things. Antiques dealer, baker, blue ribbon pie-maker, fangirl, freelance writer, gardener, pet mom and wife are a few of the titles I’ve acquired along the way.
Born and raised in San Diego, my husband and I currently live in a real life Stars Hollow in the Boston suburbs with our dog, Hubbell, and an imaginary house goat who remains nameless.
Ready to Fall, my second novel, features John Day, the hot, sexy neighbor in my debut novel Geoducks Are for Lovers. Both can be read as stand-alones. I’m busy writing my next novel, which will not feature any bivalves.
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There will be 3 lucky winners in the Ready to Fall Blog Tour Giveaway!
Grand Prize – Signed Ready to Fall Paperback, button, & magnet
Runner Up – Ready to Fall & Geoducks Are for Lovers E-books
Second Runner Up – Ready to Fall E-book
Excerpt #1 from Ready to Fall:
Speaking with her mouth full, she mumbled, “Meese are smoo goob.”
“Meese? Goob?” I repeated while attempting to translate in my head.
She held up a finger and finished chewing. My eyes focused on her mouth while she licked the syrup off her fingers. “I said these are so good. I never figured you for a man who could cook.”
“Pancakes aren’t cooking. I use the box stuff.” I shrugged. “My cooking abilities are limited. Trust me.”
“No need to get defensive. Not calling your masculinity into question. Certainly not after last night.”
I smirked at her. “Don’t forget this morning.”
She lowered her eyes to her plate and swirled her finger through the pool of syrup. “Oh, I haven’t forgotten.” Her tongue licked the tip of her finger before she sucked the tip into her mouth.
“Fuck.” My cock twitched.
“What?” she asked innocently, but her motives were splashed across her face.
“You know exactly what.”
“What are you going to do about it?” A giggle burst from her mouth in a whoosh when I picked her up off the stool and lifted her onto the counter. “Oh, well then, carry on …”
I lowered my mouth to hers. She tasted of syrup and bacon and her—the perfect combination. Her chin was sticky with sweetness, so I licked it.
“You smell of syrup. I think it’s my new favorite scent.” I moved down her neck to kiss the skin peeking out from my shirt she wore. “Mmm … it’s my new favorite taste, too.” I kissed her again. And again.