Tuesday, August 5, 2014

The Unofficial Book Blitz: Had To Be You by Juliet Chatham

Had To Be You
by Juliet Chatham
Publisher: Swoon Romance
Release Date: 08/05/14
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After college, Rory Finn left behind the familiarity of her quiet, picturesque hometown to pursue a professional career in the city. With her sights firmly on the future, Rory pressed on in hopes of forgetting the past until a jarring bit of unwelcome news forces her to confront it. 
Her first love, the one she'd tried so hard to forget, is about to marry someone else. That pang Rory feels isn't envy, it's not even regret. It's love. But Rory can't be that girl. She won't. But if she doesn't, she'll never know what could have been. She'll never have another chance to tell him how she feels. 

As she embarks on an impulsive, desperate bid to win him back, her mission turns into an unexpected and emotional journey of rediscovery. HAD TO BE YOU explores a history of love from its tentative beginnings to what may just turn out to be its final bittersweet end, as Rory ignores her head and follows her heart.

Had To Be You
by Juliet Chatham


Moonlight  framed the inky  patch  of  sky  out  the  port  window,  illuminating  silhouettes  of  pale shadows. Overhead, halyards clapped softly in the breeze, keeping time with the creak of lines as the boat shifted, gently rocking in the waves.
Tiny  thrills  of  heat  shivered  through  her  body,  thrumming  with  warm  electricity. One moment it felt like she was flying, and in the next, melting away into a dream. His body was hot and hard, his kisses so soft and deep. Her lips parted in a quiet moan as his tongue slipped past, tangling with hers in a delicious slow slide, the surrounding ocean luminous and shimmering in the quiet summer night.
Her  breath  quickened,  the wind like  a  whisper  of  cool  silk  against  heated  skin  as  his mouth moved down her neck, tongue tracing the hollow of her throat. She trembled with longing on  every  soft  caress  as  his  skilled hands  curved  around  her  hips,  smoothing  warm  paths  down the  small  of  her  back. They  found  their  rhythm,  the ebb  and  flow,  bodies  moving  together  in perfect  waves  of  passion,  a  hot  undercurrent  of  pure  lust  running  beneath  this  deep  well  of feeling and emotion.
Mindlessly, breathlessly, she gasped his name in a hot, hungry plea. He responded with a soft groan, a jolt of pure desire.
She  bit  her  lip  to  mute  her  cry,  clutching  at  his  broad  shoulders,  grasping  at  the  taut muscles in his arms, anything to hold onto as she began to feel weaker and weaker against that relentless ache of need. Each roll and push of his hips was a pure revelation of sensation, filling her again and again. Her body arched, breasts crushed against the muscled wall of his chest.
The pleasure was indescribable, waves of ecstasy building in intensity. Heart beats raced between   shallow   breaths and   quiet   gasps   as   she   tightened   around   him.   Soft,   thrilling declarations of love burned in his kisses, murmured into her neck, whispered past her ear as he stroked  her  hair. Yet  he  never  had  to  say  it  at  all;  she  felt  it  everywhere.  This  feeling,  this exquisite, endless ache, wasn’t just him inside her body but inside her heart as well, bursting with the diamond brilliance of the starlit sky.
After,  feeling  thoroughly  sated  yet  somehow  still  weak  from  want,  she  settled  into  his arms. She could feel the thunderous pounding of his heartbeat gradually soften and slow through his warm skin as the boat bumped against the mooring, floating on an aimless current. A sleepy smile lifted the corner of her lips as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“You’re going to marry me someday,” he said in his usual joking way, though with a husky edge to it. “Just so you know.”
“I’ll consider myself forewarned,” she replied and closed her eyes.
They couldn’t stay here too long. She would have to go soon. But right now her whole world  consisted  of  this  place  of  pure  contentment  and  perfect  happiness,  wrapped  inside  a  fleeting moment in time.

Excerpt 2
Jill clicked off the phone and exhaled loudly, shaking her head.
“What was that all about?” Trevor came back  into  the room  and  dropped  into  the chair across from her. He had a pint of ice cream in his hand. “Is she upset because Matt is marrying Amanda? Doesn’t she like her?”
“No, it’s not that,  really,” Jill replied, gazing  out  the  window.  A  smudge  of  moonlight was barely visible in the night time sky above the buildings across the street. “Rory doesn’t even know Amanda. They’ve never met. She’s just upset Matt is getting  married, period. There’s a  long history there, you know. Once upon a time... well, they were pretty close. They were best friends, each other’s first loves, you name it.”
Trevor always tried to play it off like he was barely interested in gossip, above it all even, but when they were alone he definitely took a sort of conspiratorial delight in getting the scoop on  Jill’s  small  hometown  crowd. He  himself had never  experienced  just  how  tight  some childhood ties could bind.
“I guess I recall you telling methat.” Swallowing a mouthful of ice cream, hefrowned. “So, is she just jealous he found someone else? Or does she still have feelings for him?”
“Who knows?” Jill replied with another yawn, propping her elbow on the back of the couch to rest her head in her hand. “Rory Finn is a very complicated girl. Believe me, she makes me look easy.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t talk about how easy you look, love,” he murmured as he dug his spoon in, trying to hide a grin, “when you’re sitting there all knocked up.”

“Give me that ice cream and I just might forget you said that.”

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A lifelong New Englander, I divide my time between the North Shore and Cape Cod. My favorite things are beaches, boats, books, bars, the Boston Red Sox and boys, but not necessarily in that order. Consequently, you’ll probably find that these are the things I write about, too.

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