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SJ McCoy is a great author and I recommend all of her books! Here’s her newest addition to the Summer Lake Series! 🙂

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Sing Like Nobody’s Listening Release Day Blitz

Title : Sing Like Nobody’s Listening

Author : SJ McCoy

Release date : February 22nd

Synopsis:

Kenzie Reid is a survivor. She’s been out on her own since she was seventeen years old. She may not have much to show for it, but she’s made her own way in the world. Other than her sister, Megan, no one has ever cared whether she lived or died—not even her own parents.

When Kenzie visits Summer Lake to make sure Megan is okay there, the quaint little town threatens to cast its spell over her, too. The place has its attractions, not the least of which is Chase, the lead singer with the local band. Kenzie knows attraction doesn’t last though and besides, she’s not cut out for small town life.

Chase Harper lives a life many guys would envy. He sings in a band, hangs with his guys, can have any woman he wants—and usually does. When he meets Kenzie, he soon realizes he’d gladly give it all up. He believes what they have could be a one-of-a-kind, but first he’ll have to convince her that it’s more than just a one-off.

Will two people who weren’t looking for a relationship learn to trust one another enough to make it work?

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Excerpt:

Kenzie was stunned by the effect he had on her. He took his time looking her over. She felt powerless as her body responded to him. She was used to men checking her out, but usually she was more aware of the effect she had on them than they had on her. Men were simple creatures. They were aroused by what they saw, and they only saw the facade. They saw the short skirts, the clingy tops, the brash blonde who gave as good as she got—usually better. As Chase’s gaze took her in, it felt like he was seeing past all of that, seeing her naked, in every respect. She’d have to be careful with this one. He was a pro.

He slowly lifted his gaze to meet hers. His lips curled up into a satisfied smile, knowing the effect he’d had on her. “Yeah. I was wondering where you’d gotten to, lover.” He narrowed his eyes, his smile sending shivers down Kenzie’s back. “I told you earlier. You’ll be coming with me tonight.”

Kenzie barely registered the girl walking away. She was too busy trying to catch her breath, attempting to ignore the butterflies in her stomach, and the heat starting to build between her legs. Damn him he was hot! For the first time she could remember, she wanted to back off. This guy was dangerous. “Don’t you think that’s a little presumptuous?” She arched an eyebrow at him.

As he grinned at her, his eyes told her he knew, knew that she was backpedaling. “Not at all. I think our earlier conversation was quite explicit about what we both want.” As he spoke, he reached out and placed his hand on her hip, his fingertips tracing the small of her back while his thumb circled her hip bone.

Smooth move! She had to give him that—and if he didn’t stop it soon, she’d give him anything he wanted and more. The heat between her legs was spreading through her as a deep desire for him while he held her gaze.

“Unless I misunderstood?” He drew her a little closer. “I know what I want.” His eyes were mesmerizing, a gorgeous hazel color not unlike her own. They were laughing down at her as he asked, “You’re not really going to tell me you don’t want me, are you?”

Kenzie shook her head. She wasn’t about to admit how badly she wanted him either or that she might have finally met her match. She took a deep breath and smiled back at him. “I wouldn’t lie to you, Chase. We both know I want you.” She gave a little chuckle. “Almost as much you want me, but I can’t tonight.”

She was relieved to see the disappointment, quickly followed by determination, cross his face. She was back in the driver’s seat. “Why not, darlin’? What could be more important than taking this back to my place?”

“My little sister is much more important. I’m only here for the weekend. I can’t just abandon her because some guy wants to sleep with me.” It was true. No matter how much she wanted Chase, she needed to figure out what Megan was getting herself into. Her first impression of Michael hadn’t done much to reassure her. She really shouldn’t go home with this guy tonight. She needed to stay with Megan.

Chase laughed. The sound of it, so deep and genuine, made her smile. “I wasn’t planning on letting you sleep.”

She grinned back at him. “Figure of speech. I wouldn’t let you get any rest either.”

“So why are you playing with me if we’re not going to do this?”

“I didn’t say we’re not going to do this, did I? I said I can’t tonight.”

His grin was so sexy! “So are you saying you can tomorrow night?”

“Maybe.”

He shook his head at her and caught her hand. “Come with me a minute? I want to show you something.”

She nodded and let him lead her away from the crowd. They walked all the way to the end of the deck and down the steps onto the beach. It was dark down here, the noise from the Boathouse was dulled by the steady lapping of the water against the stones on the shore.

Kenzie had to catch her breath again when he came to a stop and she looked up at him. He was gorgeous! The moonlight shone on his face as he pulled her towards him. He was smiling down at her.

“So what did you want to show me?”

“What you’re going to be missing.” As he spoke, he closed his arms around her, crushing her to his hard chest. His lips came down on hers as one hand slid down to clasp her ass and hold her against another hard part of him.

Kenzie’s mind spun away as her hands came up to tangle in his hair. He was biting her lips, demanding entry. She bit back, nibbling his lower lip. He closed both hands around her ass while he walked her backward until he had her up against one of the concrete blocks that supported the deck. Caught between his hands and thrusting hips, she moaned. Chase took advantage of her parted lips and claimed her mouth, his tongue sliding inside exploring, demanding. She moved her hips with his as she kissed him back, grasping his ass, moving him in her time. She parted her legs a little, needing to feel his hard cock pressing into her. God she wanted him! She wanted him out of his jeans and inside her panties. Why the hell had she chickened out? His fingers were teasing her nipple through her dress, driving her crazy. She couldn’t remember ever wanting a man like she wanted Chase right now.

Footsteps came thundering down the steps from the deck, laughter and voices brought her back to her senses. She broke away from him. At least she broke away from his lips. His arms tightened around her middle, his cock pressed deeper between her legs, making her hang on to his shoulders. The look in his eyes took her breath away when he spoke. “Come with me? We can’t stop this now.”

If it weren’t for the look in his eyes, she would have agreed with him. But his eyes were talking about a whole lot more than just the amazing sex they could be having. He looked confused, dazed, and desperate not to let go. Perhaps she could have ignored that. Her own desire might have been enough to override what she saw in his eyes—if it weren’t for the fact that it mirrored what she felt. A kiss had never made her feel this mixed up before. She wanted to explore it, explore him, his mind as well as his body. But that was far too scary. She’d been right from the beginning. This man was dangerous!

“We have to stop this now!” She pushed him off her, a little disappointed that he made no attempt to pin her there and convince her. She started to walk away from him, back towards the steps up to the deck.

“Are you even going to tell me your name?”

She turned back and smiled at him. “Kenzie.”

He caught up with her and closed his arms around her waist. Again she was powerless to stop him. Truth be told, she didn’t want him to stop. Seeming to sense that, he drew her closer with a smile.

“I like it. I never heard that name before.”

She smiled back. “That’s because I’m one of a kind.”

About the author:

Hi, I’m SJ. A coffee addict, lover of chocolate and drinker of good red wines. I’m a lost soul and a hopeless romantic. Reading and writing are necessary parts of who I am. Though perhaps not as necessary as coffee! I can drink coffee without writing, but I can’t write without coffee.

I grew up loving romance novels, my first boyfriends were book boyfriends, but life intervened, as it tends to do, and I wandered down the paths of non fiction for many years. My life changed completely a couple of years ago and I returned to Romance to find my escape.

I write ‘Sweet N Steamy’ stories because to me there is enough angst and darkness in real life. My favorite romances are happy escapes with a focus on fun, friendships and happily-ever-afters, just like the ones I write.

These days I live in beautiful Montana, the last best place. If I’m not reading or writing you’ll find me just down the road in the park – Yellowstone. I have deer, eagles and the occasional bear for company, and I like it that way :0)

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorsjmccoy

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorSJMcCoy

Website: http://www.sjmccoy.com/

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New Year, New Beginnings

2015 should bring new experiences towards me. I will be taking my qualifying exam for my Ph.D., I will be moving (soon hopefully) and even though it’s not guaranteed but I have a feeling a will get a new job too. At least those are the goals I have set forth for this year. I no longer want to be around my family, I have decided to seek my own freedom away from those that have hurt me the most. I also want to leave my current job and find something that will actually help me professionally and I will not have to continue being taken advantage off. But most importantly, I am so close to finishing my Ph.D.

I have worked so hard for the past three years to get to this point. I can almost see myself getting my degree, the light at the end of the tunnel (as the cliché line says). I have also somehow decided that I do want to write, I want to be a writer. It has been a dream of mine and because English is not my first language, I always saw it as impossible. However, I want to write and it will most likely be a combination of both… Fiction and non-fiction. I want to write a fiction story, probably geared towards the more mature audiences. And then I want to do my nonfiction, survival guides for socially inept people like me.

Stay tuned…

Cruel November…

Some people just like to bring the “hatorade” wherever they go. I attribute that statement to several of my family members. To the point where I want to change my last name. I refuse to be associated with vile, dirty, disgusting, ignorant and sleazy people that have nothing to offer but hateful feelings. I think that when thanksgiving comes I will say: “I am grateful for being alive and having survived all these years despite all the negative aura that surrounds me everywhere.” I hope I do get to make a statement. I might even add it on my Facebook; well, if I get drunk enough to do so.

Life is hard so I don’t want to let negative people make it harder for me. I want to keep my faith, spirituality and people that fulfill my life around me to overcome all of those that vow to destroy me.

Ground Rules…

Last week on Wednesday, I had a car accident. It was one of the worst days of my life. I panicked, I really thought someone had gotten hurt. I did not get a citation, even though it was my carelessness for not being fully aware of the light being red (I thought it was green… am I colorblind now?). I feel bad for the driver of the other car because I probably ruined his day. He probably wished I was getting arrested or punished severely. Instead, I got away with a warning and with extreme shame. There were lots of things in my mind that morning that made me get distracted. I will acknowledge that. However, I have realized that I am tired of being the dart board for people who throw their stupid drama at me and then I feel like I have to carry it.

The night before this accident a friend was telling me all her drama about her then ex. I do not mind being a sounding board, but it was pretty late and I was tired. My bed time is at 10pm for a reason, I am a light sleeper. Then, my aunt decides to call me at 7am the next day to ask me about some pictures that she wanted my cousins to email her. Again, why doesn’t she call them directly for these damn pictures? There she is disrupting my sleep by already making me wake up all aggravated. While getting ready for work, stupid me decides to read my email and there was one that pissed me off big time. My boss’ boss emailed me a stupid made up story about her not being able to be a back up for an event on the weekend. I already had plans so it was like, well, the boss is doing it and if she can’t, then you have to do it. I am so over her constantly having so many considerations for others but she has absolutely no problem over-working me. I had been annoyed with her because she had made a comment about a co-worker being “overloaded” and it pissed me off. She obviously thinks, here’s this stupid Hispanic maid to do it all. I can’t want to wipe her face with my Ph.D. when I receive it. The last thing on my mind that morning was the fact that I had run out of diet pills and the doctor’s office had kept me on the run-around for a new prescription.

I do not blame all of those issues on my mind for the car accident, I blame myself for allowing this to affect me. I did not need to be so aggravated. I need to let life follow its path and enjoy every moment. Instead I spend so much time worrying about what other people want from me, getting mad at them for asking me for things and then I don’t pay attention to my real needs. I need to feel safe, to feel at home, to be at ease and not have nightmares about things that are being expected of me.

Now I have added myself this bigger problem. Will I get sued? Will my insurance go up? I keep having nightmares every night dreaming of the night I had the car accident. I keep trying to play in my mind what went wrong. I can’t help but feel like the biggest piece of idiocy that ever existed on this earth. I do feel bad and horrible. And this is something I have to live with and truly care about. Not about other people’s shit.

I am hoping that something good comes out of this experience. Maybe it already has. But I did think that sharing this on my blog would allow me to write it then let it go. Much like other times when I have had problems that make me lose sleep. The irony is that in that morning, I was off to see my favorite doctor, my psychiatrist. If she only knew how depressed and sad I am feeling right now.

A Note About A Series of Book Series I Love…

Synopsis 

The Summer Lake contemporary romance series follows a group of friends from a small lakeside town in the California hills. They have kept in touch over the years and now, in their early thirties, their lives are drawing them back to Summer Lake and to each other.

Laugh Like You’ve Never Cried is Michael’s story. He grew up in Summer Lake with Emma, Pete, Missy and Ben. He’s lived in Australia for the last fifteen years, but now he’s home. It’s time for him and his son to settle down to life at the lake.

He’s back with his family, back with his friends, back to doing the work he loves as a small town doctor. Life is good – but could it be even better with the right woman by his side?

He knows who the right woman is, but he doesn’t know if he can persuade her to stay – at the lake, let alone in his life!



About the Author

Hi, I’m SJ. A coffee addict, lover of chocolate and drinker of good red wines. I’m a lost soul and a hopeless romantic. Reading and writing are necessary parts of who I am. Though perhaps not as necessary as coffee! I can drink coffee without writing, but I can’t write without coffee.

I grew up loving romance novels, my first boyfriends were book boyfriends, but life intervened, as it tends to do, and I wandered down the paths of non fiction for many years. My life changed completely a couple of years ago and I returned to Romance to find my escape.


I write ‘Sweet N Steamy’ stories because to me there is enough angst and darkness in real life. My favorite romances are happy escapes with a focus on fun, friendships and happily-ever-afters, just like the ones I write.


These days I live in beautiful Montana, the last best place. If I’m not reading or writing you’ll find me just down the road in the park – Yellowstone. I have deer, eagles and the occasional bear for company, and I like it that way :0)
Twitter: @authorSJMcCoy
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Good Will Hunting

Anyone who has ever felt the pain of depression can understand the death of Robin Williams. Such a talented actor with such a bright personality and charisma. However, this did not mean that his life was perfect and his money guaranteed his happiness. Depression means that no matter how much good is in your life, you feel like there is always something missing. The idea of missing out of being forgotten and being belittled are reasons that make me anxious and contribute to my chronic depression. People who have never experienced this type of pain might thing, “oh, this person was just an addict or it’s the drugs talking”. You don’t have to be under any type of drugs or alcohol to feel hopeless, alone and suicidal. I am extremely sad that he passed away and that this “illness” took over him. It sure makes me feel vulnerable. What if one day I decide this pain is too much for me to bear any longer? The only other time a suicide made me feel this conscious of my own condition was that of Kurt Kobain. Another personality I had admiration for, very talented and yet very troubled. I just hope that these public lessons I have seen give me strength to continue pushing forward, to give myself and my life to God to help me move on and not fall. I can’t fall and allow for my “illness” to win over me.

Rest in peace, Robin Williams.

Betrayal

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened to me if I would not have left my parents home at age 19. If I had stayed with my parents, doing what my father wanted me to study. Perhaps I would have ended up marrying some wife-beater or a cheater. I probably would have kids, no job, no degrees, no dog. And yet, one thing that would not change is the fact that he chose to cheat on my mother and have an illegitimate daughter. My half sister is someone who I do not hate, in fact, I feel sorry for her. She is a part of my life and I do consider her a part of my family but I do not have a closeness to her like I do with my real sister and my cousins. My half sister will always have to live with the fact that she is the result of two adults cheating on their spouses. I would not be surprised if her destiny mirrors that of her own mother. The fact that the cheating of my dad would have happened even if I had stayed and perhaps it would hurt more than it does now. Even today, my dad chooses that other woman and her family over my mom. I do not forgive him for not respecting my mom or me or my family. It is his fault the family got separated.

I will be traveling in a couple of days and I will see him again. I think that I have to move on with my life and stop thinking about this. Thus, this is the reason why I wrote it. I am hoping that now that it is on my blog it will stop haunting me forever.