{"id":505588,"date":"2020-02-13T10:26:22","date_gmt":"2020-02-13T15:26:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eroticbookreview.com\/?p=505588"},"modified":"2020-02-13T10:26:22","modified_gmt":"2020-02-13T15:26:22","slug":"cover-reveal-blus-ridge-by-savannah-maris","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/eroticbookreview.com\/cover-reveal-blus-ridge-by-savannah-maris\/","title":{"rendered":"Cover Reveal: Blu\u2019s Ridge by Savannah Maris"},"content":{"rendered":"by Savannah Maris<\/a>
Published by<\/strong> Amazon Digital Services LLC<\/a>

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\nRelease Date: March 4, 2020<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Cover Design: Lori Jackson Design<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Synopsis<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Fool me once, shame on you.<\/span>
\n<\/span>Fool me twice, shame on me.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>Blu Thompson unexpectedly lost his wife twelve years ago. Since then, his focus has been raising his son. Women? Not on his radar.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>Lori Hopkins tragically lost her husband two years ago. Since then, her life has been her job and raising her daughter. Men? Doesn\u2019t have time for them.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>Until the worst winter storm western North Carolina has seen in fifteen years lands Lori in Blu\u2019s arms.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>For the first time since losing their spouses, attraction blooms on the bunny slope of a ski resort. Will they find out it\u2019s something more when they\u2019re stranded in a snow-covered cabin? And will it be enough to silence the ghosts that haunt them?<\/span>
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\n<\/span>Mother Nature brought them together, but will she give them the peace they both seek?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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Goodreads<\/span><\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

http:\/\/bit.ly\/2SiC5yk<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

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Excerpt<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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I stir the fire and throw on another log, then make my way toward the back closet. We keep straightened metal coat hangers in there for this reason. I wash one and pick up the bag I left on the counter. I smile and shake it. \u201cDessert.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Her eyes light up when she looks at me. \u201cI haven\u2019t roasted marshmallows in years.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I pull the pillow out of the chair when I sit on the floor in front of the fire and open the bag. I pat the pillow, and Lori joins me on the floor. \u201cOur own private bonfire.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI like that idea.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I push a marshmallow on the hanger and hold it in the fireplace. A moment later it catches on fire, and I blow out the flame. \u201cYou get the first one.\u201d She blows on it and <\/span>pulls it off the hanger. It\u2019s gooey and drips down her chin where I catch the remnants and lick my fingers. \u201cMmm, that\u2019s good.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My eyes flair and my arms sag as I watch her suck the marshmallow off her fingers. For someone who put sex out of my mind years ago, everything she does is like a slow seduction. She smiles as she tries to lick the sticky mess. I don\u2019t even think she realizes just how sexy she looks right now.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She giggles. \u201cOh my, that was fun.\u201d She leans forward and turns her face back and forth. \u201cDo I have any more on my face?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I shake my head. \u201cI took care of that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYour turn. I can\u2019t wait to see you get the sticky out of your beard.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I run my hand along my jaw. \u201cThis isn\u2019t a beard. It\u2019s just a few days growth.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou keep telling yourself that when you\u2019re picking the melted marshmallow out of it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I push a marshmallow onto the hanger and put it in the fire. Once again, I get it to the perfect state of burnt then pull it out. Blowing the chard parts, I watch her. Her eyes focus on my lips, and dammit, I want to kiss her again. I pop it into my mouth and wish I would have cooled it more. There\u2019s a long string between the hanger and the mallow. When it breaks, it falls into the whiskers on my chin. Her eyes dance with humor as another giggle leaves her.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u201cAre you laughing at me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 She slowly shakes her head, but I can see her laughing behind her hand. \u201cNo, I wouldn\u2019t laugh at you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Yes, she would, and she is\u2026but it\u2019s nice to see this side of her. She\u2019s been so serious since I met her. I\u2019m relieved she\u2019s able to laugh. Hell, even I\u2019m laughing, and this is a <\/span>side of myself I haven\u2019t seen too much of in recent years either. I lean toward her and stick out my chin. \u201cHelp me get it off.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She rolls her lips inward and picks at the cooled marshmallow. \u201cI don\u2019t want to pull it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s okay. What you can\u2019t get, I\u2019ll wash off.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Her brows furrow as she concentrates on her task at hand. I enjoy being able to watch her without any distractions. She\u2019s gentle and caring. \u201cMaybe I can get a warm washcloth,\u201d she quietly says as she tries to push herself off the floor.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I hold her hand. \u201cI can get that when we\u2019re done here. Do you want another one?\u201d<\/span>
\n<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019d love another one, but maybe we need to save them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOne more won\u2019t kill us.\u201d I glance at her. \u201cIf we\u2019re down to eating marshmallows to survive, we\u2019ll be desperate. Plus, Smokey and Ryder will come back before it gets to that point.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOkay, then one more.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I put the hanger back in the fire to roast her another. When I pull it out, excitement fills her eyes. She really enjoys this. I make a note to do this later when Gabby and Ryder can join us.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Somehow the gooey marshmallow ends up strung between several of her fingers, and she\u2019s trying to eat it before it\u2019s literally everywhere. I take her hand and slip her pinky into my mouth, sucking the confection off. Her reaction is everything I could ask for and more. She whimpers, and her legs squeeze together as our gazes lock on each other, conveying what we both want but aren\u2019t sure we should.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0She quickly licks her finger, causing a visual of her licking me to pop into my head. On shaky legs, she pushes to stand. \u201cI need to wash my hands.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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Giveaway<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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One of Five ARC’s for Blu’s Ridge<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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a Rafflecopter giveaway<\/b><\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

Direct Link:\u00a0<\/span>http:\/\/www.rafflecopter.com\/rafl\/display\/b1257f8d588\/?<\/span><\/a><\/b><\/p>\n

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About the Author<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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I’m Savannah Maris, a southern girl and hopeless romantic. I’m passionate about writing stories that incorporate southern charm with a little spice.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>I grew up on a farm in a small southern town with a love of sports, dance, and music which usually find their way into my books. My husband and I have two grown children. When I’m not writing, my husband and I are attending sporting events, traveling, or working.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>What will find in my books? You’ll find suspense and romance in the Riverton Crossing Series. If contemporary romance is what you’re looking for, try Crossroads of the Heart.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Connect with Savannah<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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Newsletter Sign Up:\u00a0<\/span>http:\/\/bit.ly\/2L6hdDG<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

Facebook Author Page:\u00a0<\/span>http:\/\/bit.ly\/2xRCURz<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

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Goodreads Author Page:\u00a0<\/span>http:\/\/bit.ly\/2wPMzsA<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

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Instagram:\u00a0<\/span>http:\/\/bit.ly\/2vL3NpM<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

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Amazon Author Page:\u00a0<\/span>http:\/\/amzn.to\/2AGMtHV<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

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BookBub Author Page:\u00a0<\/span>http:\/\/bit.ly\/2tmISfY<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

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