Tuesday, July 9, 2013

UNDONE by Shannon Richard (Spotlight/Excerpt)

Today we would like to share with you a new release from Forever Yours and Shannon Richard's debut release! 


About UNDONE:

Things Paige Morrison will never understand about Mirabelle, Florida:
Why wearing red shoes makes a girl a harlotWhy a shop would ever sell something called "buck urine"Why everywhere she goes, she runs into sexy-and infuriating-Brendan King
After losing her job, her apartment, and her boyfriend, Paige has no choice but to leave Philadelphia and move in with her retired parents. For an artsy outsider like Paige, finding her place in the tightly knit town isn't easy-until she meets Brendan, the hot mechanic who's interested in much more than Paige's car. In no time at all, Brendan helps Paige find a new job, new friends, and a happiness she wasn't sure she'd ever feel again. With Brendan by her side, Paige finally feels like she can call Mirabelle home. But when a new bombshell drops, will the couple survive, or will their love come undone?

Jill Shalvis calls UNDONE "Funny, sassy, and sexy. Reading Shannon Richard is pure pleasure!" 

And Lori Wilde says, “A fine debut novel, Richard's populates her appealing small town with quirky secondary characters, a feisty heroine and a hero to sigh for."

Purchase at: Amazon - Kindle - B&N - iTunes - The Book Depository 




EXCERPT:

When Brendan pulled into the shade of the park he saw Paige sitting on top of a picnic table. She was staring down at the screen of her camera, biting the corner of her lip. She looked up at the tree and then back down to her camera, shaking her head. Brendan pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head, grabbed his loot, and got out of his truck. When he slammed the door shut she looked over at him. She turned her camera off and shoved it into a bag that was on the table.
“Hey,” she said, standing up and brushing the back of her orange dress down before she started walked toward him. 
“Hi,” he said, walking past her and sitting down on top of the picnic table. 
“What are you doing?” she asked, spinning around and looking at him. “My Jeep’s over there.” 
“Yes,” he said, grabbing a Coke and popping the top. “But lunch is over here.” 
“I thought you were going to change my flat,” she said, frowning. 
“I am, after I eat lunch. Care to join me?” he asked, patting the empty space next to him. 
“You’re serious?” 
“Paige, it’s almost one o’clock, so I’m going to eat. You can either stand there and watch me, or you can split this Cajun turkey sandwich that my grandmother made,” he said, taking the sandwich out of the bag. 
She shook her head and smiled. 
“You, Brendan King, are a whole mess of trouble,” she said, walking over to the bench and sitting down next to him. 
“Good choice,” he said, taking his half out of the bag and handing her the other half. “What are you doing out here?” he asked, taking a bite of his sandwich. 
“Taking pictures.” 
“For?” 
“The tribute program that Mr. Adams wants to start using during the memorial services. He wants to use local pictures instead of the stock pictures that are already in the program.” 
“That sounds like it’s right up your alley.” 
“It is actually,” she said, reaching for the other can of soda and popping the top.  
“Don’t sound so surprised.” 
“Why? That I could actually fit in around here? It does surprise me.” 
“Why?” 
“I’m not used to this whole small-town thing, where everybody knows everybody and their business.” 
“Yeah, that’s one of the things about small towns that sucks,” he said, opening a bag of chips and holding it out for her. 
“You can say that again,” she said, reaching for a chip. “Why don’t you have oil stains on your hands? I thought all mechanics had oil stains.” 
“I wear gloves,” he said, grabbing a few chips for himself and popping them into his mouth. 
“Right.” She glanced down and frowned, reaching out for his arm. 
“The tree,” she whispered, grabbing his elbow and pushing up the sleeve of his shirt. 
Her soft, delicate fingers lightly traced the lines of his tattoo. It took only one simple touch from her for him to completely lose his mind again. 
“I knew I’d seen it somewhere.” She looked up to the oak tree in front of them and then back down to his arm. “Why do you have that tree tattooed on your arm?” she asked, looking up at him. 
She must have seen the heated look in his eyes because she let go of him and started blushing. 
“Sorry, I just … yesterday when I’d been looking at your tattoo, it just sort of fascinated me, and … and it’s that tree,” she said, pointing to the tree in front of them.
“It is.” He cleared his throat and finished his sandwich. He grabbed an orange from the bag on the table and started peeling it. “My mom loved that tree,” he said, looking up at it for a second. “She would bring me and Grace here all the time.” 
“Loved?” Paige asked. 
“She died,” he said, turning to look at her. “Twelve years ago from breast cancer.” 
“Oh God, Brendan. I’m so sorry.” 
“I am too. She was a great woman. Grams still can’t talk about her without losing it.” 
“Wait, your mom was Lula Mae and Oliver’s daughter?” she asked, confused. 
“Yeah,” he said, looking over at her. “I know a little bit about being the center of town talk too. My dad walked out on us before I was born, and Grace’s dad, well, no one knows who Grace’s dad is. My mom wouldn’t tell anybody. That was a source of gossip for years,” he said, handing her half of the peeled orange. 
The orange was still cold from being in the refrigerator. Brendan stuck a slice in his mouth, the juice bursting across his tongue. Paige sat next to him in silence, eating her half. 
“How do you do it?” she asked, looking at him. 
“Do what?” 
“Accept stuff like that? Move on? I lost my job, my apartment, and my boyfriend all within a span of two months and I thought that everything was falling down around me. But you? God, Brendan, you had a girlfriend run off with another man, your dad abandoned you, and your mom she …” Paige trailed off. She looked down at her empty hands shaking her head. “You make my problems look trivial.” 
“Paige,” he said, edging closer to her and pressing his thigh against hers.
She looked at him, her hair falling in her eyes. He reached out and pushed it behind her ear, letting his fingers trail down to her chin. 
“That stuff happened over a long span of time, and I’ve had years to deal with it. You had to deal with a lot over a very short amount of time, and it didn’t happen so long ago. It isn’t trivial,” he said, rubbing his thumb across her jaw. “One day, you’ll wake up and it won’t hurt as bad. You’ll be able to move on.” 
“I think I had that breakthrough a week ago,” she whispered, her eyes dipping to his mouth before they came back up to his eyes. 
“Really?” He smiled, moving in closer. “And what was the catalyst for that development?” he asked, moving his hand to the back of her head, his fingers tunneling in her hair. 
“A cracked radiator,” she said, putting her palms on his chest. 
He brought her mouth to his. She parted her lips and when his tongue touched hers he lost himself. She tasted like oranges, like the sweetest freaking oranges that he’d ever eaten. He wrapped his free arm around her back, pulling her into his chest as he slanted his mouth over hers, deepening the kiss. One of her hands was in his hair, her nails racking the back of his head. 
Brendan pulled back and looked at her, both of them breathing hard. He was still holding her face in one of his hands as he ran his thumb across her lower lip. 
“That was …” He couldn’t even find the words to describe exactly what it was. 
“Yeah.” She looked at him, dazed as she fisted her hand tighter in his shirt and pulled him back to her. And then they were off again and neither of them had any desire to come back up for air for a long time.




About Shannon Richard:

Shannon Richard grew up in the Panhandle of Florida as the baby sister of two overly protective, but loving brothers. She was raised by a more than somewhat eccentric mother, a self-proclaimed vocabularist who showed her how to get lost in a book, and a father who passed on his love for coffee and really loud music. She graduated from Florida State University with a Bachelor's in English Literature, and still lives in Tallahassee where she battles everyday life with writing, reading, and a rant every once in a while. Okay, so the rants might happen on a regular basis. She's still waiting for her Southern, scruffy, Mr. Darcy and in the meantime writes love stories to indulge her overactive imagination. Oh, and she's a pretty big fan of the whimsy.



FUN FACTS: 

  1. I wrote Undone during the National Novel Writing Month of 2011. It was my first marathon and I finished at just over 60,000 words.
  2. After watching Captain America, I decided that Brendan King is my Southern version of Chris Evans. 
  3. The song “We Run” by Sugarland was where I got the title for Undone. Sugarland’s music along with Eric Church’s, were major inspirations during the writing process.
  4. The fictional town of Mirabelle was inspired by Franklin County, Florida.
  5. Bethelda Grimshaw was inspired by the character Rita Skeeter from Harry Potter.
  6. I have an addiction to strawberry Lip Smackers ChapStick. I always have some on me and it’s a bit of a problem.
  7. Coffee is the most important meal of the day. Wine is the second.



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