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Monday, February 24, 2020

The Twisted Oak by Sarah Hadley Brook - Book Tour - Guest Post - Giveaway - Enter Daily!


Hi, lovelies!  It gives me great pleasure today to host Sarah Hadley Brook and her new book, “The Twisted Oak”!  For other stops on her Goddess Fish Promotions Book Tour, please click on the banner above or any of the images in this post.

Be sure to make it to the end of this post to enter to win a $25 Amazon or Barnes and Noble Gift Card!!  Also, come back daily to interact with Sarah and to increase your chances of winning!

Thanks for stopping by!  Wishing you lots of luck in this fabulous giveaway!


The Twisted Oak
by Sarah Hadley Brook

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GENRE: LGBTQ Romance/MM Romance

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BLURB:

Wade Dwyer's life is turned upside down when his father dies and he learns he must marry or he and his siblings will lose the ranch. One last jab of the knife from his father. On top of that, his father's only friend knows about the stipulation and is determined to own the property by any means necessary.

He's facing the very real possibility of being the reason his family loses their home when his brother's best friend, Lance Matthews, offers to walk down the aisle with him. A faux marriage to the man he's loved for years is a torture he isn't sure he can endure.

Can he keep the ranch ... and the man of his dreams, too?

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EXCERPT ONE:

Over an hour later, covered in dirt and grime and smelling like cattle, Wade walked through the back door into the kitchen and was immediately met by a furious Allyson.

“What the hell? Do you know people are already arriving? The wedding starts in fifteen minutes, Wade.” She stood in his way, her hand on her waist. Her purple dress clung to her small frame, ending just above her knees, and Wade couldn’t help think that Casey was a lucky man. Allyson was beautiful in a wholesome, girl-next-door kind of way. Her auburn hair, more red than orange, hung down in ringlets around her shoulders. Her cornflower blue eyes sparked with anger as he met her gaze and he wanted to take a step back, but refused to cower to someone standing barely over five feet.

“Well?”

He lost the battle and took that step back. It didn’t matter. She took a step forward.

“Cattle got out. I texted,” he explained, his eyes flitting around the kitchen. Something smelled really good, like apples and cinnamon, and his stomach rumbled. He was starving.

“Lance and Casey have already brought everything over from Lance’s and they’ve dressed for the wedding,” she accused, pointing a finger at him. “You know you could have let Charlie handle this.”

His hackles up, he straightened and looked her in the eye. “He’s got some people fixing the fence right now, but no, I needed to handle this. Milton Randle tried to steal some of our cattle. A Dwyer needed to be there.”

Her shoulders sagged a little and she let out a huff. “Fine, but you owe Lance an apology. He thinks you don’t want to do this.”

Wade stared at her. “It’s a fake wedding. Of course I don’t want to do this.”

She pressed her lips into a thin line and looked at him hard. “Go get ready, Wade. And you better think about what you just said. This man is uprooting his life to ensure you and your brothers can keep your land. I don’t know about you, but I’ve never known anyone that kind. Have you?”

No. Definitely not. Properly chagrined, he nodded. “You’re right.”

“Of course I am.”

Wade smiled. She may not be married to his brother yet, but she was already part of the family.

“What?” she asked, obviously not quite ready to let go of the mad.

“Casey’s lucky.”

She blushed and shook her hair. “Right again. Now go get ready. You’ve got maybe ten minutes, tops. Your suit is laid out in Casey’s room. Use his shower—your room is a mess with the move right now. I’ll stall for as long as I can, but you make sure you look and smell good when you come downstairs.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied and watched her turn on her heels and leave the kitchen, mumbling something under her breath—something that sounded suspiciously like “idiot,” but he didn’t have time to dwell. He took the back stairs two at a time.

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GUEST POST:

My Favorite Memories Spent at the Local Library

When I was a child, reading was my haven—my retreat into the wonders of another world. No matter the adventure, it was a chance to feel safe and let my anxiety go for a little while.

Back before I could even read, Saturday mornings became “Library Time”. There was an amazing librarian that read stories to children every weekend. We’d all quietly walk to the back of the library—well, semi-quietly, anyway—until we reached the rug where the magic happened.

The librarian’s name was Jean and she had a special rocking chair, surrounded by some packed bookshelves and a colorful box holding hand puppets. On the small table next to her chair sat the books she’d read to the group—each carefully selected to engage us in different ways.

Jean was what I would refer to as “grandmotherly”, but looking back I can see she was fighting aging with every ounce of strength she had. Her hair was black, with a blue hue (blue rinse was big back then) and she wore more makeup than anyone else I’d ever known. Bright blue eyeshadow, eyelashes that even I knew were fake, bright rouge on her cheeks, and very red lipstick. Her fingers were adorned with rings that included a mood ring that fascinated everyone by changing colors. She probably bathed in the perfume she wore, because I think the entire library smelled like her—including the books I checked out. After all, she was there for decades.

So, yes, Jean was a character. But she hugged and she pinched cheeks and she praised us for reading our first words. She reveled in our joy at hearing her tell us a story.

And when she told a story, it was an event. She used the voices, she had hand puppets, she showed the pictures to everyone, and she patiently answered questions when she was finished. When the hour was over, she turned us free in the children’s section. I shudder now at the thought of so many children pulling books off the shelves, but we were allowed to sit there and look at as many as we wanted. It was something I looked forward to for many years.

I’ve always loved reading and I credit Jean for fostering that desire in me. As I grew, I still visited the same library, where I joined the Summer Reading Programs, tried to read as many books on the Newberry Medal Winners list, and checked out books that took me to places I’d never heard about.

The library is where I found The Boxcar Children, The Secret Garden, Nancy Drew, and anything by Beverly Cleary. It’s where I found acceptance and adventure and understanding. The library is where I found myself.

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AUTHOR BIO:


Sarah Hadley Brook lives smack-dab in the middle of the Heartland and is the mother of two wonderful young men, as well as two cats. During the day, she works in the non-profit world, but reserves evenings for her hobby-turned-passion of writing, letting the characters she conjures up in her mind take the lead and show her where the story will go. When not working or writing, she can be found reading, working on dollhouses, trying her hand at new recipes, or watching old movies and musicals. In her ideal world, Christmas would come at least twice a year, Rock Hudson and Doris Day would have co-starred in more than three movies, and chocolate would be a daily necessity to live. She dreams of traveling to Scotland some day and visiting the places her ancestors lived. Sarah believes in “Happily Ever After” and strives to ensure her characters find their own happiness in love and life.

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GIVEAWAY INFO:

Sarah will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via Rafflecopter during the tour.



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