Fictional Mens Room For Book Ho's: Blog Tour ~ Let Me In ~ Michelle Lynn

Saturday 9 November 2013

Blog Tour ~ Let Me In ~ Michelle Lynn

Synopsis: LET ME IN

Grant is damaged, selfish, and undeserving of love…or so he thinks.

Jessa is happy, in love, and has overcome her past…or so she thinks.

Grant and Jessa can’t stop thinking about one another since being introduced at a party a month ago. And despite their differences, they can’t seem to stay away from each other either. However, both are hiding secrets of less-than-perfect pasts, fearing what will happen when those mistakes come to light. As they grow closer, they each battle their own insecurities, and neither believes that they are worthy of the kind of love that they both still want. So if it’s true that opposites attract, what happens when the similarities begin to surface?

Goodreads Link: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18374952-let-me-in

Purchasing Links:

Let Me In:

Amazon: http://amzn.to/HbuoSl

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/let-me-in-michelle-lynn/1117186980?ean=2940148553045

Don’t Let Go:

Amazon: http://amzn.to/1fe4JTm

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dont-let-go-michelle-lynn/1116782569?ean=2940148422853

Author Bio:

Michelle moved around the Midwest most of her life, transferring from school to school before settling down in the outskirts of Chicago ten years ago, where she now resides with her husband and two kids. She developed a love of reading at a young age, which helped lay the foundation for her passion to write. With the encouragement of her family, she finally sat down and wrote one of the many stories that have been floating around in her head. When she isn’t reading or writing, she can be found playing with her kids, talking to her mom on the phone, or hanging out with her family and friends. But after chasing around twin preschoolers all day, she always cherishes her relaxation time after putting the kids to bed.

Excerpt

Once the game ends, I politely stand up to say my goodbyes. After hugging all the women and shaking all the men’s hands, Jessa says she’ll walk me out.

“What are you doing for the rest of break?” she asks as we continue to take steps to the front door. I can’t help but feel that my time here has gone by too fast tonight.

“I have to work but other than that, not much of anything,” I answer.

“Well, call or text me and we can get together,” she says casually when we reach the door.

I grab my jacket and turn back toward her. “You do the same, I’ll be around,” I inform her.

“What are you doing for New Year’s?” The hesitation in her voice makes me hopeful.

“I usually meet one of my buddies in their hometown, but this year I don’t have any plans,” I embarrassingly admit.

“Well, you do now. I have a friend who’s throwing a party. Why don’t you come? Brady and Sadie will be there too,” she says. The way her fingers fiddle with her multiple ear piercings is adorable. I wonder if it’s a nervous habit. The thought that she’s uneasy asking me, makes my lips turn up widely in response.

“Alright, do you want me to pick you up?” I pray the desperation in my voice goes unnoticed.

“No, that’s okay. Rob will be home, so you can meet us there. I’ll text you the address.” Just like that, the excitement of a date with Jessa vanishes.

“Sounds good.” I open the door, displaying what I imagine is my fakest smile. “See you, Jessa,” I say, waving my hand.

“Hold up, Grant,” she calls out. When I turn around, she wraps her arms around my neck and pushes herself against me.

I quickly back away, after the briefest and most awkward hug ever. Regret consumes me automatically when I see her questioning face, but the last thing I need is her feeling how excited she can make me just from a simple hug.

“Merry Christmas, Grant,” she softly says, nervously biting her lip. This girl has so many different personalities I’m beginning to wonder who the real Jessa Harrison is.

“Merry Christmas, Jessa.” I turn around, walking down the steps. I desperately want to turn around to see if she’s watching me go, but I can’t bear the thought that she isn’t. The chance that she might have shut the door right away kills me. Turning the corner after walking through the small wrought-iron fence, my willpower weakens and I glance up to the door. To my surprise, she’s still standing there. I give her a quick wave, and she smiles at me before waving back. When I turn around, I can’t stop the huge grin that absorbs my face. Yeah, I’m not the only one feeling something here.