Book Blitz: Must Have Faith by Deborah Garland
HAPPY BOOK
BIRTHDAY TO MUST HAVE FAITH!
Must Have Faith
A Darling Cove Novel
by Deborah Garland
Release Date: June
4, 2018
Keywords: Contemporary
Romance, Novel, Series, Small Town, Family Drama, Runaway Bride, Reunion,
Second Chance, Police, London
ABOUT Must
Have Faith
Forgiving isn't easy.
Forgetting may be impossible.
Greg Mallory isn't the kind
of man to wallow just because he was left at the altar. Not when there are
plenty of women to help him forget his heartbreak. But as the only Mallory son,
he has an obligation to carry on the family name. When Greg's runaway bride
returns, his head tells him to keep his distance, but his body and heart are
both begging for a second chance.
Faith
Copeland bolted out of Darling Cove with a shameful secret and stayed away for
ten years thinking Greg Mallory would never forgive her. Coming home means
facing her past and Greg. She just didn't think he still had the power to make
her melt after all this time.
One
moment alone proves their attraction is stronger than ever. Are they brave
enough to start fresh? Or will past secrets destroy their second chance at
happy-ever-after once and for all?
Giveaway!
In celebration of the Must Have Faith, Darling
Cove Book 2 release
Book 1, Must Love Fashion will be part of a
Goodreads Giveaway
Starting June 4th
Must Love Fashion on Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2D9OVnE
EXCERPT:
Plastic, metal and breasts.
Greg mentally inventoried
everything he felt against his skin. His bare skin. It’d taken several
seconds to process that he was standing in his underwear. With Faith’s body
pressed into his chest, his arms around her shoulders prevented her from
falling. His Faith. Her fingers twisted around the camera to secure it,
causing long fingernails to scrape against his stomach.
“I have it,” Faith
whispered as the pressure of her body against his began to wane.
Not so fast.
His fingers settled under
her elbows holding her in place. The bottom of his chin brushed against the top
of her head. All these years of imagining what he would say if they were in
same room was lost to him at that moment.
Her head tipped back to
meet his gaze. Months of distant glances all crashed down into a full-on eye
locking stare. Smokey colored eye shadow swept across the beautiful blue eyes
he’d gazed at for so many years. Pink lips she’d sunk her teeth into while
watching him walk around his house as a young man had driven him to
distraction. Her mouth…what he’d done with that mouth. Before…and after
he took her virginity.
But one day, uncontrollable
tears fell from those eyes. The astonishing words that had tumbled from her
lips and mouth still burned in his memory after all these years: Greg, I
can’t marry you.
He’d been too proud to beg
and was brought up that a gentleman doesn’t raise his voice to a lady. There
were so many restless nights he’d lie in bed speculating if Faith’s strange
behavior a few weeks before the wedding shouldn’t have been dismissed as
jitters.
The white-hot anger had
melted away years ago, and even the mild taste of bitterness diminished. All he
was left with was burning curiosity. He knew why she left. It was how
she could leave that left him bewildered. An assignment in Iraq had come up.
It’d been scheduled to leave two days before the wedding. She had sheepishly
asked if they could postpone. Although he was quite annoyed, he’d been polite
enough to hear her out. Until she dropped the bomb that it was a three-year
assignment!
That topic however didn’t seem appropriate at the moment as
he held her in that small office.
Greg was ready to speak,
but Skye stood in the doorway with wide eyes and an open mouth.
“I’ll be out in a minute,”
he repeated, but this time over Faith’s shoulder.
It forced her to spin
around. “Oh my God.” She broke away to pull the camera strap over her head and
took a giant step towards the door. “I just came in here for water.”
“A big tall glass of it I
see.” Skye smirked with her arms crossed.
“What’s taking so long? Son
of a—” Gwen rushed into the room as well.
It was enough to have a
breakdown over! He was standing in tight boxer briefs in front of his two
sisters and the woman he almost married. He dropped his hands to cover the
nervous erection that liked to pop up at such inopportune times.
“My father’s getting too
many calls, we have to get this moving.” Andrew came up behind Gwen and glanced
at Greg. The panic he felt must have been all over his face. Andrew took
immediate charge of the situation. “Ladies, let the man get dressed. Come on.
Out. You too,” he said to his wife tapping her on the behind.
That’s
my sister.
Andrew closed the door but
stayed inside the room. He walked to the garment bag hanging on the coat rack.
“I’ll give you a hand.” The man ran fashion shows and was used to seeing both
men and women in all stages of undress.
Still, it was a little
unnerving to have him there while Greg was battling his emotions. “I know how
to put a suit on.”
“Prada suits can feel
awkward at first. I wish you would have given me your exact measurements. I
could have had it altered for you.”
“That’s not necessary. I
doubt I’ll wear it again,” he said quickly, then inwardly choked, realizing
that may have been an insult to the man’s livelihood.
While Greg had been quietly
admiring Andrew’s sleek sophisticated look, he preferred jeans, flannel shirts
and work boots. And a Glock tucked into his waistband. But he suspected Gwen
didn’t want him packing heat in her engagement photos.
“Gwen filled me in on what
happened with uh…that woman.” Andrew handed him a tan dress shirt, breaking the
awkward silence. “I’m sorry. That must have been difficult.”
Greg had been ready to
respond with a touch of sarcasm. Except Andrew had been widowed before he met
Gwen. “Yeah. Well. Shit happens.” He tugged the dress pants to get them to fit over
his thighs.
Andrew smirked touching his
chin. “I have the same problem with Prada’s slacks.”
Greg turned toward the
mirror. The fabric stretched tight across his butt. But the waist fit nicely,
and the length was perfect. He buttoned up the shirt and stuffed it into the
pants. His eyes rolled at the tie. “Purple?”
Andrew opened his arms.
“Your sister made me wear a lavender shirt. You’re lucky you only have
to wear the tie.” He smoothed his own, bright sapphire blue to match Gwen’s
eyes.
A knock pounded on the door
and it opened. “Seriously we have to… Oh my God!” Gwen squealed as her hands
flew up to her face. “Greg! You look so handsome.”
Considering a former model
was standing next to him, Greg took that as a huge compliment.
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR:
Deborah
Garland is a former computer and sports journalist, turned romance and women’s
fiction author. She likes to write about love and the struggles of complicated
relationships. Her heroines are strong, and the heroes fall hard for them. She
lives on the North Shore of Long Island with her husband and when she’s not writing,
she’s either in the gym, or reading, cuddled up with their two pugs, Zoe and
Harley.
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