Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Sway by Adrianna Locke - Book Blitz

by Adriana Locke
USA Today Bestselling Author
 Book Blitz
Contemporary Romance

features a politician and a single mother of an adorable ten-year-old son. They
have the odds stacked against them and have to decide if a life together is
worth the sacrifices and adjustments that would have to be made to make that
happen. And, I promise, you’ll never look at grapes again.

BARRETT LANDRY  has it all.
Power, prestige, and plenty of women, the dapper politician’s life
is pretty phenomenal. But in the midst of the biggest campaign of his life, he
needs to focus. The last thing he can afford is a distraction.

ALISON BAKER is a work-in-progress.
As a single mother to HUXLEY, she’s rebuilding life on her terms.
She’s focused on family, faith, and a future for her son that can’t be taken
away. Putting her child first means not being careless, no matter what.

A chance encounter forces Barrett and Alison to redefine what they
really want out of life. But everything comes at a cost ... and sometimes, even
for love, it’s a price too steep to pay.

“I want a chance to win you over,” he breathes, peering at me. The
way his eyes search mine make it seem like time stands still. “Will you let me
He forces a swallow and the look of hesitation, the internal fight
he’s having, isn’t lost on me. It’s there, right beneath the surface, and when
I add my concerns to the mix, it’s enough to make me balk. Just a bit.
"I'll think about it," I whisper, holding on to the
little strand of courage I have left.
“Say yes.”
Instead of responding, I ask, "Where'd you get that scar over
your right eye?" I reach out and press gently on the raised skin. I expect
him to pull back, but he doesn't.
My hand shakes as I touch his warmed skin. His forehead is silky
and smooth. I'd like to run my hands over every inch of it, feel it ripple
beneath my fingertips.
The corner of his lips twitch. "Lincoln hit me in the head
with a baseball."
"Bad reflexes on your part?"
"Wicked curveball on his," he says, his face breaking
out into a full smile.
“I thought he played center field?”
“He does. But he pitched some growing up.”
We stand inches apart, my hand gently brushing down the side of
his face. Although I feel like he'd stand here all night and talk to me, it’s
not possible.
"I really need to get back to work," I say, trying to
unlock my eyes from his.
“Dinner? This week?”
I can barely resist the look in his eye, the one that implores me
to say yes. The one that makes me believe he really does want to have dinner
and spend a few hours with me.
I need to get away, put some space between us while I can.
“We ran into each other tonight,” I shrug. “If we’re supposed to
see each other again, then I guess we will.” I start to turn away before I
completely buckle under his gaze.
“How am I supposed to get ahold of you? I don’t have your number,”
he calls after me.
Heading up the steps to the Savannah Room, I glance at him over my
shoulder. “You’re the Mayor. Figure it out.”



Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive relationships
with the flawed bad boys from other authors, Adriana has created her own.

lives in Indiana with her husband and four chaotic sons. When she’s not
writing, you can find her watching the boys play sports or whipping up a yummy
meal. She loves to be outdoors and always has a piece of candy in her pocket.

contact Adriana at www.adrianalocke.com.
She loves to hear from readers.

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