TREADMILL Week 171 & What I #AmReading – Work-Love Balance by Allison Temple

📚 From Sunday:
I browse my phone for new movies. My secret guilty pleasure is anything with Jason Statham. I told Doug once, and he looked like I announced I’d laced the office coffee maker with cyanide. When you work at a film festival, people have a lot of opinions. And while most of Jason’s work is hardly a masterpiece for the ages, you can’t knock a shaved head and that jaw.

TREADMILL Week 169 & What I #AmReading – He Said, He Said by Jamie Craig

📚 From Sunday:

I didn’t know this guy at all. I didn’t even know what he did for a living. All I knew was that Sammy liked his kid, that he kept on talking whether someone was listening or not, and that he had these long, well-manicured, almost graceful hands he moved around a lot when he talked.

Yes, I realize what that sounds like, I might have a small fetish about hands.

TREADMILL Week 166 & What I #AmReading – Let Me Show You by Becca Seymour

📚 From Wednesday:

“Hey,” I released one of his hands and lifted his chin so our eyes connected. “Whatever you need, I’ll support you, okay? You don’t have to deal with any of this alone.” I waited for what felt like a lifetime as the air around us crackled with tension. The slightest of nods from Carter though had me exhaling deeply. I grinned, a big-ass genuine smile. “I’ve got your back.”

WHEN ARE YOU? – Sign ups open on the Other Worlds Ink blog tour!

📚 I’m using Other Worlds Ink for the promo tour this time around since When Are You? is a time travel story. It actually reads more like a contemporary (with elements of far-back history and mystery), with our heros stumbling through a random and temporary time rift, losing their kid, and having to figure out where—or rather when—he is, and how to go back to save him.

Don’t worry, though, I can promise a super happy ending at the end of the emotional rollercoaster ride!

TREADMILL Week 163 & What I #AmReading – Visions of Rage by A.M. Burns & A.T. Weaver

📚 From Monday:

Danny frowned at her. “Jeri, how do you know my car hasn’t been moved?”

She grinned. “There’s still a huge splatter of bird shit on your windshield that was there when I left yesterday. Unless I’m mistaken, it’s right where you’d need to look to see out. I know you well enough to know that if you’d left last night, you’d have cleaned it off. That and the drop of grease on your shirt from your lunch yesterday means you’ve been here all night and haven’t changed clothes.”