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Friday 2 January 2015

@GoddessFish Book Tour - All of Me by Heatherly Bell


Guest Post by Heathery Bell


Hi everyone!
My name is Ivey Lancaster and I’m happy to be here today. I’m not exactly sure why I’m here or what I’m supposed to do, but when Heatherly asked if I’d dropped by— well, how could I say “no”?
By the way, I may have to run out of here quite suddenly because my Aunt Lucy has a broken leg. You would think she’s lost her leg the way she behaves. She can’t do the simplest of tasks, and I’ve been waiting on her since I got back into town. I’m a midwife by trade, but it’s in my nature to take care of people and fix things. So when Aunt Lucy asked me to come back to town and help her out for a few weeks, I couldn’t say “no”. All right, if I’m being honest it’s just hard for me to say “no” period. 
That inability to say “no” to a certain man (my fiancé) got me into a bit of a jam a few years ago. Oh, everything’s okay now. Don’t worry! Well, all right maybe “okay” is overstating things a bit. Aunt Lucy thinks I should tell my ex-fiancé, Jeff Garner, why I left town so suddenly five years ago. Not that I think it’s any of her business what I do, but she has an opinion and I’m usually forced to hear it. 
But I really don’t see the point. 
You see, I recently went for an interview at the local hospital. They’re trying to bring a midwife program there, so that women in labor have more choice. I think it’s a great idea, but apparently some of the doctors disagree. So while I thought I had the job at the hospital, it turns out the medical director, Lillian, wants me to work with one of the residents to put together an informed opinion the Board can consider next month. No big deal, right? 
It is for me. But as mentioned earlier, it’s hard to say “no” when someone needs me, and Lillian does need me. So before I realized what I’d done, my feet had followed her into a conference room to meet the resident I’d be working with. Imagine my shock when I walked into the room to find my ex-fiancé there, like he had every right! Seriously, how am I supposed to work with the man and pretend everything’s fine? You would think Aunt Lucy would have warned me he’d taken a position at the hospital in town, but no! 
I didn’t say anything to Lillian then, but tomorrow morning bright and early I’m going to tell her that I can’t do it. It’s too hard to look at him. It hurts too much. He doesn’t know why I left, and that hurts even worse.  
But I can’t work with him. Can I?

The Deets...

What would you do for a second chance with your first love?

Welcome to wine country and the small town of Starlight Hill, California, where the wine flows freely and so does the gossip.

The town has never quite forgiven Ivey Lancaster for leaving their favorite son, Dr. Jeff Garner, when she met a man on an online dating site. But the real truth of her absence is something Ivey doesn't want anyone to know.


When a sudden change of plans forces Ivey to work with her hunky ex, she must keep it professional or risk her heart all over again.

Sneak Peek inside...


Jeff sensed an opening and he proceeded to drive the proverbial Mac truck through it. “The best thing you and I can do is show everyone in town that we’re getting along. That we’re friends again.”

“Yeah. We better get the word out.”

He nodded. “Having dinner with me might help too.”

She whipped her head around so fast he worried about whiplash for a minute. “You and me? Not for real. That can’t happen. We’re not going there again.”

“Going where?” Yep, he was going to do this. Watch her walk right into his trap.

“Making love. Getting back together. Do I have spell it out for you?”

“Wow,” he said. “I’m flattered. But I was talking about dinner. You and your one-track mind.”

Suddenly, absolute quiet from the passenger seat. But as his luck would have it, not for long. “I caught you staring at my boobs. Don’t try to lie to me now.”

“I’m a man, Ivey, and right now you’re a wet-t-shirt-contest dream.”

“Don’t you dare stare at my boobs!”

He grinned. “Try and stop me.”

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She turned to him, the light in her eyes that made him a goner. “We? Does that mean I’ve convinced you, Dr. Garner?”

He couldn’t help but grin. “Congratulations. I think we should make our recommendation that the board hire a staff of midwives and let them decide.”

She stared out the window. “I don’t know.”




Who is Heatherly Bell? 


When early onset stage fright dashed dreams of Rock and Roll Hall of Fame status, Heatherly Bell tackled her first book in 2010, and now the people and voices that occupy her head refuse to leave.

She no longer sings unless you count randomly bursting into song to annoy her children (and the dogs).

Heatherly lives in northern California with her family, including two beagles, one who can say ‘hello’ and the other who can feel a pea through several pillows.


Twitter: @heatherlybelle


The Giveaway

Heatherly will be awarding a $25 Starbucks gift card to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour


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7 comments:

  1. Thank you for having me here today!

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  2. I like the idea of the story, getting back together with your first love. Many ppl I know realize they were too immature, and would like that second chance.

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  3. I liked the guest post

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  4. I liked the excerpt. Added the book to my TBR list.

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  5. I enjoyed reading the author bio. Thanks for the review!

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