Today, I'm hosting a promo on B.J. Harvey's latest release, Working Back (Cook Brothers #3), as a part of the ongoing release blitz tour. Also find an excerpt for your enjoyment. The giveaway includes a $20 Amazon GC, so don't forget to enter via rafflecopter below!
Working Back
B.J. Harvey
(Cook Brothers #3)
Published: October 23, 2019
Girls weren’t on Bryant Cook’s radar until the day he moved next door to the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Fortunately for him, Faith Baker fell just as hard that first day as well.
From age eight to twenty-two, it was the ‘Faith and Bryant’ show, and their happily forever after seemed certain. Until it wasn’t.
Now she’s back after twelve years and she wants what they had.
That’s when Bryant issues a challenge. One Faith can’t resist. After all, her future—their future—is riding on it.
She said she’d do anything. She just didn’t think he meant *that*..
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Working Back is a full-length, second chance, childhood soulmates, house flipping romantic comedy that can be read as a complete standalone and is book 3 in the Cook Brothers series.
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“Bryant!” Faith
shouts. My body goes still; then, I jerk into action. I drop my bottle to the
ground. I rip the door open and race to her room.
“What’s wrong?”
I ask, hanging off the side of her doorway when I reach her.
Her face is
pale, her eyes snapping to mine as soon as I enter the room. She’s standing on
top of the bed—more like cowering, really. Her finger points to the floor on
the far side of the bed.
“There… there’s
a…” She’s near-on shaking her bottom lip trembling.
“What, Faith?”
“There’s a
spider under the bed,” she says, shaking her head from side to side, her hands
covering her face. “And it had babies!”
I freeze,
unable to comprehend what I’m seeing.
“Faith, how on
earth can you still be scared of bugs?”
“You don’t know
what bugs are until you’ve lived in Australia, especially spiders.”
“You’re a
biologist,” I say, remembering how she hated to be put in a ‘specific
scientific box.’
“Zoologist actually. Which is a lot different than those bug people
who study things like—you know—big-ass spiders,
Bryant Cook.”
“Are you
full-naming me, Faith Baker?”
“You bet your
ass I am, and I’ll keep doing it till you remove said spider and all its spider
babies from my room.” She’s shriek-shouting by the end of her demand, and it’s
cute as hell.
I lean against
the doorframe and cross my arms over my chest. “So no future as an
arachnologist?”
“Bry…” she
hisses. “I’m begging you.”
“Say please
then.”
“What?”
“Please. It’s
usually followed by a thank you when the person completes the task you’ve asked
them to do. It’s Manners 101. I know Mrs. Baker taught you all about that.”
“He brings my
mom into it,” she mutters dryly, looking to the ceiling as if seeking
answers—or a weapon to throw at me. Her eyes plead with mine. “Please, Bryant. Torture me with anything
else but not bugs.”
I sigh,
fighting—and failing—to stop a small triumphant grin making its home on my
face.
“Smug much?”
she mutters as I round the bed and drop to my hands and knees. “What are
you doing?”
I crane my neck
to look up at her from the floor. “I’m trying out a new yoga position. What the
hell do you think I’m doing? I’m looking for the spider mama and her babies.”
“Like that?”
I sit up on my
calves and look at her, dumbfounded. She’s always had a fear of spiders, but
this is bordering on ridiculous. I arch a brow. “Got a spare hazmat suit lying
around?”
“No need to get
snippy.”
My lips twitch.
“Never been called snippy before.”
“Never thought
I’d need to say the word,” she retorts with a half-smile.
“What exactly does
being snippy entail?”
She puts her
hands on her hips and narrows her eyes. “Are we really standing here arguing
about your behavior?”
“Well if you’d
stop, then I could get on with ridding your room of all the creepy crawlies you
hate.”
Her face
falls. “You think there’s more
than this?”
Ah, shit. This
is not good. “No. I mean—”
“I can’t… I
mean…” Her eyes fill with tears, and I feel like the biggest asshole on the
planet.
I stand and
open my arms, holding my breath as she looks at my hands then back to my face a
few times before slowly moving forward and letting me comfort her. When she
bends down and lays her head on my shoulder, a warm feeling settles in my
heart.
“You probably
think I’m a big baby,” she mumbles against my T-shirt. I smile, rubbing her
back and cupping her head, keeping her close, enjoying this far more than I
thought I would so soon. I swear this
woman has superpowers when it comes to me.
“Can we
fumigate the house?” she asks, her soft voice full of hope.
Without
answering her, I tighten my arms around her waist and pull her off the bed.
“Hold on, babycakes.”
She lets out a
squeak as I carry her across the room. Her legs circle around my hips, and
her arms strangle me as they tighten around my neck.
Once we’re in
the hallway, I gently lower her to the ground, her fingers gripping my
shoulders as she tips her wide eyes up to mine. Where I expect to find a spark
of anger, there’s soft heat that I’m not prepared to see. She’s still standing
close, her chest brushing mine. Her tongue darts out and traces along her
bottom lip, and I can’t tear my gaze away.
“Thank you,”
she whispers.
“Can’t have you
being scared of your own room.”
BJ Harvey is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Bliss Series. She regards herself as a smut peddler, suspense conjurer, and a funny romance thinker upper. An avid music fan, you will always find her singing some hit song badly and loving every minute of it.
She’s a wife, a mom to two beautiful girls, and hails from what she considers as the best country in the world—New Zealand—although she currently lives in Perth, Australia.
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