Welcome to my tour stop for How to Woo a Widow by Barbara Allen! This is book one of the Widow Trilogy and is a contemporary women’s fiction novel.
The tour runs April 11-22 with reviews, interviews, guest posts and excerpts. Check out the tour page for the full schedule.
About the Book:
Fate may have had its way with the Hamilton sisters, but their destinies are still up for grabs….
Something has to be done about the Hamilton sisters. Faith and Claire Hamilton are so focused on avoiding their pain that they are forgetting how to truly live. Fortunately for them, feisty family friend Ollie knows a little something about what it’s like to cope with the death of a husband. She also knows how to mix a splash of fun into the process. Now, she is determined to impart the lessons she’s learned on the two young widows she loves like daughters. Her efforts start discreetly; Faith doesn’t even realize she is being nudged into the arms of the man she has been denying her attraction to, and Claire’s long-buried lust for life is reignited by a challenging new job. With Ollie’s touch, massive meltdowns are turned into hilarious moments and the weight of shameful secrets is unburdened. Neither sister has any idea Ollie is mentoring the men who have fallen for them in the fine art of widow-wooing, and no one can predict how her students or protégées will fare. How to Woo a Widow is the first of the Widow Trilogy, Life After Death
Max’s voice was no longer soft or husky as he let loose a string of obscenities whose creativeness would evoke even the most Redneck truck driver’s envy. Freeing his foot from the treacherous rock, he limped over to Faith, who was quietly watching him as she wiped blood from her eye. “I came to rescue you,” he joked, hoping his attempt at humor would hit its mark.
Her eyes- one eye, anyway- caught his and held his gaze. She was neither smiling nor frowning at him but he could feel an intensity, a heat from her, he’d never felt before. Her eyes were swollen. Her breathing ragged. His senses were swarmed with her. Gently, he sat next to her and wiped one finger along the cut on her forehead. The bleeding was slowing but he thought she may need a stitch. She winced, just a little, but continued to hold him in her gaze. She adjusted herself slightly, tipping the wine bottle on to its side. Max leaned past her, as slowly as he could, his left arm reaching for the bottle, setting it upright a safe distance away. His right shoulder brushed against her as he sat back up. He thought she caught her breath as they touched.
A drop of rain- a mist, really- tickled his arm as a breeze rushed by, lifting Faith’s hair except the piece that was stuck to her cut. Again, he dared to reach out, this time with a smidge more confidence, as he wiped her face around the cut. He knew he didn’t imagine it this time when she caught her breath. Her lips lifted at the corners with the hint of a smile. “Thank goodness, I was desperately in need of such a valiant hero,” she joked back. “Any chance you have a First Aid kit with you? You know, because if assaulting your damsels in distress is part of your routine, the least you could do is nurse them, after.”
She was laughing, just a little, but her eyes betrayed her. He could feel her sadness, as if it was the mist spraying both of them. Her voice didn’t sound nearly as strong as he knew she’d meant it to. The raspy hoarseness may have given away her jagged emotions, but it also seared through to a part of himself he’d mistakenly written off as dead. It scorched its way straight past the lust he occasionally let out to play and directly into the part he’d carefully buried long ago. Dangerous territory.
In spite of the warning bells clanging in his head, he took another step forward into this territory. Slowly- slower- he eased his t-shirt over his head. She watched, and he enjoyed her watching, enjoyed feeling her wanting him to continue.
She watched as his t-shirt came off. She could feel the heat coming from his body. Or was it hers? It was pouring from both of them. Months of suppressed desires and ignored feelings.
About the Author:
“Normal” is for other people. The more Barbara Allen fought to be normal, the harder life laughed at her. And just when she thought she’d got the last laugh, life turned against her in a tragedy that almost destroyed her.
Barbara was just 32 years old in 2005, when her world fell apart. Her husband had been murdered in Iraq at the hands of a fellow soldier. Barbara was left to raise four young boys – just 6,5,3,and 1 year old at the time their father was killed. She wanted to give up. She very nearly did. And yet, in the midst of the darkest moments, she always found some reason to take one more breath. Face one more day.
Slowly, she found the strength to piece herself back together as she flew to Kuwait for one military court proceeding, and then spent years traveling thousands of miles to all the rest. She learned to navigate the military’s criminal justice system. She earned a Masters degree and wrote a book about her ordeal and the grave miscarriage of justice in this case. She learned how it could all have been prevented, and she began advocating for change so it would never happen again. Today, Barbara is deeply entrenched in veterans advocacy and her own steadfast pursuit of justice for her husband. She works as a Veterans Specialist and continues her fight to secure the Purple Heart for her husband. She has experienced impressive emotional face-plants and vast arrays of challenges- some self-inflicted, others randomly encountered. And she has acquired the skills to not just overcome it all, but to enjoy the ride.
Barbara may have learned how to turn her adversity into an advantage in life, but this lesson did not come easily. And this upper hand must be diligently maintained. Now, Barbara brings her life lessons to her audiences in keynote speeches and custom programs. She relates to her audiences’ lives and challenges, and teaches them how to become gladiators in their own life’s arena.
$25 Amazon Gift Card (INT)
Prizing is provided by the author. You must be 13 or older to enter and have parental permission if under 19. Void where prohibited by law. No purchase necessary to win.
This event was organized by CBB Book Promotions.