Book Reviews by Lynn: Blog Tour: Book Promo & Interview: Winning Me Over by Amber Garza

Today, I am pleased and excited to be part of the Winning Me Over by Amber Garza Blog Tour! Please make her feel welcome by checking out her interview and reading the excerpts! Thanks! <3

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Blurb:

It’s a typical boring night at work when I first meet the mysterious and sexy Colt Lancaster. Minutes after he leaves, I’m robbed at gunpoint by a masked man.
I suspect that the two events are related.
No matter how hard Colt tries to convince me that it was all just a coincidence, my gut tells me otherwise. However, the more I get to know him the more I want to believe him. Just when he’s about to win me over, a condemning secret from his past is exposed.
Then again, everyone deserves a second chance. Don’t they?

Author Interview:

Did you ever think you'd be a published author?

Yes. It's been my dream since I was in 2nd grade.

What are you working on currently?

-Title : Betray, Book 3 in the Delaney's Gift Series

-Date of Release: End of November/beginning of December

Do you ever write characters you hate?

Of course. Those are fun! I hated Sonya from Tripping Me Up, and Killian from the Delaney's Gift series. I also hated Tripp's dad from Tripping Me Up, and Jon from Winning Me Over. It helps to connect to the main character if you loathe one of their enemies.

Who is your favorite character that you've written?

It's a tie between Sam from the Delaney's Gift series and Colt from Winning Me Over. I love both of those boys so much!

What was your first published book? How do you feel about it now?

Prowl was my first published book. I like Prowl, but it's probably my least favorite book. I know that I've grown so much as an author, so I feel it's a little weak. But the storyline is one I really connected with, and it's probably my scariest book, so that's fun.

Where do you get the ideas for your books?

Everywhere. Sometimes an idea hits me in my sleep, sometimes during a conversation or while I'm reading a book or watching a movie. Other times I see or overhear something that sparks an idea.

Were there any scenes in them that were difficult for you to write?

Yes. Many. In Tripping Me Up, there were some scenes with his dad that were difficult. In Winning Me Over, my heart broke for Colt a couple of times. But the hardest book for me to write was ENGRAVED. The main character, Amy, has a past that mirrors my own and some of the scenes I ripped straight from my life. That was very therapeutic but also very hard.

Do you have a favorite genre to write?

I love writing contemporary romance, but I also love writing suspense, so I think it's a tie.

Is there a type of genre you refuse to write?

Yes. Erotica. I will never write that.

Do you prefer your books in print or e-book format?

I never thought I'd say this, but I love ebooks. They are just so convenient. However, there really is no better feeling than holding your paperback book in your hand.

What are you currently reading?

Finding Cinderella by Colleen Hoover

Author Bio:

Amber Garza is the author of Young Adult paranormal and contemporary romance. She has had a passion for writing since she was a little girl, making books out of notebook paper and staples. Amber lives in California with her amazing husband and two hilarious children who provide her with enough material to keep her writing for years.

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Amber-Garza-author/307389409285047

BUY LINKS:

Amazon US ; Amazon UK ; Barnes & Noble

Excerpts:

"What's up? You didn't get enough of me earlier?"

"Nope. Not at all," I say honestly.

"It's the tongue bar, isn't it?"

"You got me."

"Uh oh. So does this mean I have to worry about you mauling me at work to get another taste of it? Because I have to warn you that I take my job very seriously."

"Says the guy who chased me around with a towel on his first day."

"I really think that says more about your training technique than my work ethic."

I giggle, so happy that we are bantering like this. "I hardly think that's true."

"Either way, I'm happy to give you a sampling of my tongue bar when you pick me up in the morning."

I shouldn’t want this. Not now. Not when she’s so upset. But when she peers up at me, her colorful hair falling into her face, I see the same longing reflected in her eyes. She parts her lips slightly, bright lipstick smeared across them. Black mascara rakes down her pale cheeks and her eyes are red. Yet she still looks so pretty to me. I graze her cheek with the back of my hand, honing in on how her soft skin feels on my knuckles. Tuning out every thought and every sound around us, I trail my fingers over her moist cheeks, down her chin and over her lips. I want to be in this moment, to savor every second. This has never happened to me before, and I don’t ever want to forget it. When this ends, I want to be able to close my eyes and imagine this day over and over again. I memorize every ridge, bump and nuance of Paige’s skin, the way it feels on the pads of my fingers. Her eyelids flutter and I take a mental photograph of her face in this very instant, tucking it away for later. Her lips purse. I swallow thickly. My hand is curved around her throat, and our lips our so close that if I move forward an inch they will touch. I want nothing more. With my heart hammering in my ears, I tilt my face downward. She angles hers upward ever so slightly. In fact, it’s so subtle I hardly notice it. But I do, and I take it as an invitation.

“You really like ice cream, huh?” Colt eyes me while I lick the ice cream swiftly to keep it from dripping down the cone.

“Hmm mmm.” I take a bite out of the cold sugary concoction. We are sitting at a table outside of Baskin Robbins. The heat is sweltering even though we are in the shade, but it beats sitting inside with a gazillion rowdy toddlers and their moms. No one else sits out here. They aren’t crazy enough to endure these temperatures.

Colt leans forward, his elbows propped on the table, his chocolate ice cream cone in his right hand. “I gotta say I’m a little jealous of that mint ice cream now.” He waggles his eyebrows. “Do you do everything with this much vigor?”

My body heats up. “Yes, I do actually. Life is short, so I plan to enjoy every minute.” He leans back, bringing the cone to his lips. When his tongue darts out of his mouth and touches the ice cream, I can’t help but stare. His tongue bar glints in the sunshine. So I was right. “You’re pretty wise, McAllistor. How old are you?”

“Hasn’t anyone told you that you’re never supposed to ask a lady her age?” I wipe my sticky hand on a small paper napkin.

“I’m not asking a lady. I’m asking you.”