Her Unexpected Detour by Kyra Jacobs
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication: September 14th, 2015 by Entangled Publishing
Sometimes it's not the destination, but the detour...
Kayla has the perfect strategy for a broken heart: work, work, and more work. Then a storm sends her car skidding off the road, stranding her in Mount Pleasant. Fortunately, rescue comes in the form of the incredibly handsome but gruff Brent Masterson. And he's hot enough to tempt Kayla into doing something she never thought she could do...
Brent Masterson swore he would never give into the fierce attraction that's been sizzling between him and Kayla since they first met. He has his own demons, and he won't risk his heart again. Not even for someone as gorgeous and amazing as Kayla. So...how exactly did he end up in Kayla's bed last night?
But sometimes all it takes is an ice storm to show two broken hearts the way home...
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About the Author
Interview
1. Tell us a little
about yourself and your latest/upcoming release.
a. Hi everyone! I’m Kyra
Jacobs, lifelong native of northeast Indiana. When I’m not outside sprucing up
my flower beds or playing sports with my two sons, I’m likely avoiding
housework sitting at my laptop going (as my youngest often teases) “type,
type, type”. My latest release, HER UNEXPECTED DETOUR, is a story near and dear
to my heart, and takes place at a fictional bed-and-breakfast a few short hours
north of here in Mount Pleasant, Michigan. This novel is the first in the
Checkerberry Inn series, and is a fun mixture of comedic moments and heartfelt
healing.
2. Do you read reviews
of your books? What do you do when you read a not-so-nice one?
a. Haha great question.
Yeah, guilty as charged. I’ve been warned by longtime author friends to stay
away from reviews, but like a bug to the light I just can’t help myself. And
while the not-so-nice ones can really sting, I try to put myself in the
reviewer’s shoes and see things from their angle. Sometimes they’ll make good
points. Other times, I’m kinda left going, “Huh?” Ones like that I just sweep
under the mental rug and move on. Of course the great reviews totally make my
day, and give me a terrific boost for my WIP’s.
3. What are you working
on now?
a. I’m working through
revisions on book two in this series, tentatively titled HER UNEXPECTED RETURN.
It’s Miles Masterson’s story, and introduces a new, spunky (and jaded about
love) heroine named Stephanie Fitzpatrick. The dynamic between the two has been
a lot of fun to write. J
4. Can you share a
teaser of HER UNEXPECTED DETOUR with our readers?
a. I’d love to!
Excerpt:
The coast was still
clear.
With a new sense of
urgency, he made his way up the stairs with both arms full of paint supplies.
When he reached the oversized landing, which also served as a sitting area, he
paused. Looked and listened.
Still no sign of her.
Relief washed over Brent. A few more steps and he’d be past her room. Once he
made it to the Blueberry Suite, he could close the door and lose himself in his
work. If he were lucky, the tow truck would be here and long gone with her
before he finished.
And that would be the
only way he’d get lucky today. Judging by her skittish behavior in the car, no
way would Kayla let him get close to her again. Which was for the best, he told
himself. Repeatedly.
Two steps past the
landing, the bag of rollers and brushes he’d wedged under one arm decided to go
Kamikaze. With a curse, he stooped to set down his paint cans, then scrambled
to retrieve the AWOL items.
One roller cover. Two.
Damn, where was the third? He scanned the landing, then crouched down to check
under the nearest furniture.
“Looking for something?”
Brent’s head jerked up at
the sound and slammed into the edge of an end table. He bit back a stream of
profanity and waited for the stars to disappear from his vision. As they did,
he froze.
He’d been right to want
to hurry past Kayla’s room. She stood before him now, barefoot and nearly
irresistible in a white, oversized bathrobe. Adorable and tantalizing all at
the same time. How was that even possible?
“Uh, yeah.” He cleared
his throat and shifted his gaze back to the floor. “Rogue paint roller. I’m
sure it’s around here somewhere.”
“You mean this?”
He shouldn’t have looked.
Should have kept his eyes fixed on the floor before him. But, hey, he was male
and had a pulse. So his traitorous gaze flashed to her as she bent down to
grasp the roller cover at her feet. The top of her robe gaped at the movement,
providing him another accidental peek at her cleavage, still rosy pink from her
shower.
She gripped the base of
the tube, stood, and brought it to him. “Here you go.”
“Thanks.”
He collected the rest of
his supplies and headed for the hall without another word. The less interaction
he had with Kayla, the less tempted he’d be to get to know her. He’d given up
long ago on dating or allowing himself to care about anyone outside their
family, and now was definitely not the time to go changing that. The tow truck
would be here soon enough, and then she’d be gone.
Because that’s what the
women in his life always did.
They left.
THIS OR THAT
Ice
cream or Sorbet? Ice cream (but I’ll never turn a good sorbet away, either.)
Coffee
or Tea? I’m a sucker for Chai Lattes ;-)
Movies
at home or Movie Theater? Action movies in the theater, mushy stuff at home.
Though, a theater in town now has these digital, leather recliners which makes
it FEEL like you’re at home with a giant screen and stereo system. It’s like
having the best of both worlds!
Fall or
winter? Fall. Love those leaves.
Thank
you so much for having me here today!
I would like to thank Kyra for stopping by! Great interview! :)
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Thank you so much for having me on today, Amanda! This week has been a whirlwind of excitement, trying to savor every minute of it!
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