July 29th ~ C.H. Admirand Hosts Guest DEBUT Author ~ Mia Lansford

MIA LANSFORD is an own voice and diverse author who writes about the disabled and the person able to love them. She lives with her family and adventurous beagle. When she isn't writing, she's usually learning a new crochet stitch and using said new stitch in her latest project. 

It's Gonna Be Love is available for 

pre-order now and releases August 17th, 2019.

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It's Gonna Be Love

When Mary White is passed over for a promotion and quits her job, all she wants is to drown her bad day in a few glasses of wine at her local bar. But her friend Alec stops her before she gets dancing-on-the-bar drunk and lends her the shoulder she really needed. The muscular, solid shoulder she’s been lusting after since college. And strong, comfortable arms. His support over the next few days convinces her to pursue her dream of opening a café—and a relationship with Alec, the only man who’s ever seen past her limp.

But Alec Ashbury doesn’t do relationships. Ever since his mother left him and his brother when they were kids, he’s reluctant to hold anyone back—or get dumped again. So this thing with Mary can’t last, and she knows that. But when their casual fling turns into something more and an out-of-state opportunity comes along, both will have to confront their insecurities and decide if a shot at love is worth risking a friendship.

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Excerpt from It's Gonna Be Love

A firm set of hands grabbed her waist. “You sure you want to do this?” Alec’s deep and serious voice questioned her. He stepped closer, close enough for her to smell citrus and woodsy and the man himself.

The desire to spill everything caused Mary to take a deep breath. Instead, she blinked and concentrated on the question. Wait, what did he ask? Shoot, the alcohol was messing with her.

“Maybe,” she said, annoyed her tone sounded unsure even to her ears.

This was not bold and outgoing and…whatever else she was shooting for. This was typical good girl Mary behaving in front of Alec, her best friend and biggest crush.

He chuckled, gruff and sexy, sending a spark of awareness to her lower parts. She had to get it together. Alec wasn’t stupid. He already knew she was somewhere between tipsy and drunk. No sense giving him the newsflash she had more than friendly feelings for him.

 “How about we try you sitting next to me with a glass of water?”

She searched his dark coffee eyes for signs of mocking. Amusement sparkled but something else hovered inside she couldn’t make out.

“Why?” she finally asked.

“Because if I call Uber they won’t be pleased with you barfing in the backseat.”

“I don’t barf, Alec. And I’m not ready to go home yet.”

He rubbed a hand over his scruffy jaw, and his intense stare told Mary he was processing her reply. She hated when he did this. It took her back to their years in college. Mary wasn’t fond of lying, but she had no problem withholding information. Alec figured this out. He knew there was more to her skipping social events than just being shy. Eventually, she confided in him that standing in one spot, sitting too long, and finding the right shoes weren’t physically possible for her. He never said anything, but she knew her chances with him were torpedoed.

How could they not be? Alec loved physical activities, especially if it included being outside. He was athletic and full of life while she was a reader, online shopper and—God help her—liked to knit.

“Then tell me what happened,” he replied.

She’d tap her nose to prove she wasn’t drunk yet, but if she missed he’d take her home. Instead she settled for a sweet and small smile. “If I’m not drinking, I’m going in the back room to play a game.”

“You know there’s a reason the darts are behind the bar, right?”

“Yes, I do. Which is why I’m playing eight ball.” Mary slid off her seat, careful not to fall to the floor. She did not need to be that drunk girl tonight. Obviously, the incident from earlier this evening was already stricken from her memory.

 “You need someone to play against,” he said calmly.

She hated when he had the upper hand. No matter how many times she tried to avoid his traps, she always fell into them. The only reason he wanted to play was to find out why she was drinking. One of these days his cleverness was going to bite him on the ass. She only hoped that she was around to see it.

“Only if you win.” Ugh. The alcohol was messing with her brain cells. Rather than roll her eyes, she blew out an annoyed breath. If her head weren’t spinning she’d try again. Instead, she settled for, “You know what I mean.”

“Loser tells winner why they needed a drink tonight. Or three,” he murmured and stood.

“Wait. What happened to you?”

“Win the game and I’ll tell you.” He laughed before walking toward the back room and the pool table.

Mary swallowed hard. She could do this. Beat him at a game of eight ball. Bold and outgoing women won at pool all the time. 

Where to find Mia Lansford: 

Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/myota116

Website: https://mialansford.weebly.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mia.lansford

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