Happy Release Day {Blaire Edens}

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BUY 

Blaire Edens  blaire@blaireedens.com

Debbie Suzuki, Entangled Publishing Publicity Director, debbie@entangledpublishing.com

For subsidiary rights information, please contact Entangled Publishing. http://www.entangledpublishing.com

BLURB

He’s the one man she refuses to fall for…

After the combat death of her Marine husband, grief counselor Maddie Westerfield has thrown herself into helping other families—leaving no time for dating. Which is just fine with Maddie since falling in love again, especially with another man in uniform, is out of the question. No matter how gorgeous he is. Plus, she’s busy looking after her eight-year-old nephew for her deployed sister.

For the last eight years, Lieutenant David Sterling has lived with the guilt of losing one of his soldiers in an ambush in Afghanistan. So when the opportunity presents itself, he jumps at the chance to help the beautiful widow coach her nephew’s football team. But keeping things strictly professional between them is harder than he expected. And even though he knows a relationship with Maddie will only lead to heartbreak, he can’t help falling for her.


 

Meet Blaire

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Photo Credit: Dorinda Metcalf

SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS

WEBSITE:  www.blaireedens.com

BLOG:  https://blaireedensromance.wordpress.com/

TWITTER:  https://twitter.com/BlaireEdens

FACEBOOK:  www.facebook.com/blaireedensauthor

BIOGRAPHY

Blaire Edens lives in the mountains of North Carolina near the farm that’s been in her family since 1790. When she’s not plotting, she’s busy knitting, running, or listening to the Blues. Blaire loves iced tea with mint, hand-stitched quilts, and yarn stores. She refuses to eat anything that mixes chocolate and peanut butter or apple and cinnamon. She’s generally nice to her mother, tries to remember not to smack her bubble gum, and only speeds when no one’s looking.

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Blue-haired wife, mom, writer and photographer: I write in trees with peacock quills, so said she, really meaning a desk and chair like writers everywhere.

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