Saturday, August 24, 2013

Book Blitz Kick-Off: Remembering Joy by Jenni Moen!












































Remembering Joy




Release Date:
06/07/13





Summary from
Goodreads:


Alexis doesn’t believe in fairytales. She knows
first hand that life can turn on a dime – that one stupid mistake can shatter
dreams and irrevocably shape the future. Even though her memory of that day is
hazy, she has spent the last ten years trying to put it behind her and focus on
the future.

Armed with the knowledge that her career will be her only legacy, Alexis works
night and day to prove that she is more than just her last name. It’s not only
that she doesn’t have time for love – she doesn’t have the heart for it. After
all, there’s no point in starting something that you can’t finish.

However, when she meets Adam, she’s drawn to him in a way even she can’t deny.
He is dark and brooding and strangely charming. He’s the perfect distraction
from the mundane life she’s created for herself. And, as if fate is pushing
them together, he seems to be around every corner. It’s enough to almost make
her entirely forget about her past and take a chance.

Unfortunately, Adam’s memory isn’t hazy . . . not in the least. And, what she
doesn’t remember, he can’t forget.

*Mature New Adult/Adult novel – contains adult situations and sexuality and is
suited for ages 18 and up*











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About the Author


Jenni Moen lives
in Oklahoma with her husband and three crazy, exuberant kids that have the
potential to burn the house down at any moment. 


When she’s not chauffeuring kids around town, performing her mom duties as a
short order cook and maid, or vacuuming for her fastidious husband, she hammers
away at her keyboard at her big girl job as a patent attorney. While vodka and
exercise have provided some relief from the daily grind, it is reading … and
now writing … that are her true escapes.


Book Excerpt:

A comfortable silence fell over us as I sipped my coffee and watched him cook breakfast. I don’t know why, but I would have expected him to be worthless in the kitchen. He was the opposite of that. He cracked and whipped with complete ease. He dipped and flipped the bread like a pro. He, too, was full of surprises.
Finally, he put two plates down on the table and sat down in the chair across from mine. He pushed the butter and syrup toward me. “Uhhh, do you have any peanut butter and powdered sugar?” I asked.
He looked at me curiously. “Yes, to the peanut butter. No, to the sugar. I’m okay in the kitchen, but I’m no Martha Stewart.”  He rose from the table and returned shortly with a jar of peanut butter. His jaw dropped a little as I carefully slathered butter and then peanut butter on each slice of bread on my plate. It dropped a little further when I drizzled syrup over the entire mess.
“I’ve never seen anyone so totally ruin a plate of French toast,” he said, shaking his head at me.
I cut a bite out of a piece of toast and speared it with my fork. “Trust me,” I said as I leaned across the table and waved my fork enticingly in front of him. He opened his mouth and I slid the fork in. My heart rate quickened, and I held my breath as he curled his lips around the fork. I finally released my breath as I pulled the fork back out again. A flush of heat engulfed me. I had never imagined that feeding a man could be so erotic.
“Good God, woman. That is about the sexiest thing I have ever seen,” he said huskily, licking the syrup off his lips. “If my mother knew how you’d just desecrated her French toast ....” He shook his head.
I cut off a second bite. This one was for me. As I lifted it to my mouth, a pout formed on his perfect mouth.
His plate went untouched as I alternated between feeding him and feeding me. After I slid the last bite into his mouth, I laid my fork down on the empty plate. “Well, my job here is done,” I said with a smile.
“The hell it is,” he said, reaching for me. He took my hand and pulled me out of my chair and around the table. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me down so that I was straddling him on the kitchen chair.
I’ll be damned if I wasn’t still hungry, too.


Remembering Joy is on SALE!!

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***GIVEAWAY***


1-Signed paperback book of Remembering Joy (INT)


2-e-books (Kindle, Nook, or Kobo) of Remembering Joy
(INT)













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