Monday, February 9, 2015

Blog Tour: Red Lines by T.A. Foster

Red Lines
Release Date: February 6th 2015
Genre: Adult, Romance
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Love on remote Perry Island was one thing, but with the flash of a camera everything has changed. Movie star Evan Carlson has just landed the role of a lifetime, playing the infamous Dexter Red. Fans can't get enough of the sexiest, most-talked-about guy to ever hit paperback pages. Haven is in Austin working on her songwriting career, and Evan's faith and commitment are put to the test. No matter which way he turns, Hollywood keeps getting in the way. Does realizing their career dreams mean losing their relationship? Can they survive the headlines and media frenzy surrounding Evan's new role? When it comes to love, some lines are meant to be blurred.

Three months seemed like an eternity as she faced the suitcases lining the hallway outside of Evan’s bedroom. Her eyes stung from the salt ready to splash over with full tears, but she had managed to keep them hidden all morning. She could get through one more hour.
Evan walked toward her; he was giving Marta instructions on running the ranch while he was gone. Although, Haven knew the woman was more than capable given what she had accomplished during the summer when he was hiding out on Perry Island.
He stopped in front of the bedroom door. “All right, Marta. You holler if you need anything, or if this one gives you trouble.” His arm slung around Haven’s shoulder.
“We certainly will, sir. Have a good time on the set.” Marta smiled weakly then turned toward the staircase.
Haven still wasn’t sure she had warmed up to the housekeeper, despite trying to be bubbly every chance she had. Marta was always pleasant, but seemed to hold back on their exchanges, as if Haven was a temporary guest she tolerated with her best manners.
“Think I’m all packed.” Evan looked at the luggage.
“I never knew you could pack so much. Didn’t you only have one bag in Silver Belle?”
“True. But this is different. It’s work. I have to have press wardrobe and event suits. L.A. isn’t like Perry.” He looked sad as he said it. “When I’m not on the set, Jeff has me booked on every talk show in town.” He kicked the edge of a suitcase lightly.
He pulled her into the bedroom and closed the door behind them, locking it. “Have you made a decision about moving in while I’m gone? I can have a moving truck at your place, ready to pack you up tomorrow. I’ll fly Maura and Denton out so you can spend time with them. Just say the word.”
She knew Evan wanted her to say yes. Ever since their night at the dance hall, he had dropped hints, given her a set of keys, and made sure everyone on the ranch knew she wasn’t a short-term guest. Something was still holding her back. She couldn’t tell him what he wanted to hear.
Part of it was her parents. They would never support her moving in with him. Despite her father’s habits, he wasn’t going to loosen his moral code for her and allow his daughter to shack up before marriage. The other part she hadn’t figured out yet.
“I’m going to stay here while I work on the album with Carly. You know that.” She sat on the edge of the bed. He was right; it didn’t make any sense to get an apartment right now.
“That’s not what I mean. I want to know you’re going to be here when I come home. Baby, come on. All of this—” He waved his arms around. “—is yours. All of it.”
“I will be here when you’re finished with the movie. I just don’t know about living together. I think we should take it slowly. You have the movie. I have the album. There’s a lot going on right now and we don’t need extra pressure.”
He brushed the hair off her shoulder. “You know I’m completely in love with you, don’t you?” She felt the warmth of his lips brush along her neck. “There’s no pressure in that.”
She nodded, not able to say anything.
“I’m not giving up on this, Haven.” He turned her so that she was facing him. “When the movie wraps, you are moving in here with me.”
Before she could protest or start her slow-down speech again, his mouth was on hers and she felt herself falling back on the bed.
“Now, we have one hour until I’m getting on a plane for California.” His hand moved under her T-shirt. “Let’s do something we can both dream about tonight.”

T.A. Foster is a Southern girl whose heart and spirit are connected to the beach. She grew up catching rays and chasing waves along the North Carolina Outer Banks and now resides in the state with her adventurous pilot husband, two children and two canine kiddos. 

Her long love affair with books started at an early age, and as soon as she was able, she transformed imaginative stories into words on paper. 

T.A. has an undergraduate degree in Journalism and Mass Communication from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and a graduate degree in Educational Psychology from Texas A&M University. When she’s not chasing her two-legged and four-legged children or trying to escape for date night, you can find her reading, writing or planning her next beach trip.

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