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Jennifer Anderson Finding You #NewReleases

4/1/2015

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I'm so pleased to have  Jennifer Anderson in the house today. Her new adult novel, Finding You released last week with Turquoise Morning Press.  She's here to tell you all about the new book, and also to 'fess up about her shopaholic tendencies.


In with empty hands. Out with armloads.

I’m not sure what it is about a nice day, but while most are out riding bikes, gardening or something, outside, I’d rather be in a store shopping. Maybe it’s the lure of bare legs and shorts. Or spring colors splashed across my chest (as in a nice shirt!). But it calls to me. Nagging me all day until I buy something.

For instance, last Sunday, it was a decent day and I was able to go outside and watch my son play soccer but while I cheered him on, I mentally prepared a shopping list or things I didn’t need. And even after we were home and I was so tired from the long day and the end of the weekend fall on the couch slump, I still found a reason to hit the store. My son needed underwear. Honestly, I had to buy him under garments. I mean, he only owned like 5 pairs that fit and we were heading out of town and the kid cannot go commando! He could but what kind of a mother would do that.

But even after I prepared a mental list of items I needed, I still only managed to purchase one item that I actually needed (under roos) and a basket full of stuff I didn’t need (fingernail polish in a rainbow of colors).

Am I the only one? What do you do when it’s nice out? I should have been inside writing the follow-up novel to Finding You, but the call of my plastic credit card was enough to send this girl outside
I’m not sure what it is about a nice day, but while most are out riding bikes, gardening or something, outside, I’d rather be in a store shopping. Maybe it’s the lure of bare legs and shorts. Or spring colors splashed across my chest (as in a nice shirt!). But it calls to me. Nagging me all day until I buy something.

For instance, last Sunday, it was a decent day and I was able to go outside and watch my son play soccer but while I cheered him on, I mentally prepared a shopping list or things I didn’t need. And even after we were home and I was so tired from the long day and the end of the weekend fall on the couch slump, I still found a reason to hit the store. My son needed underwear. Honestly, I had to buy him under garments. I mean, he only owned like 5 pairs that fit and we were heading out of town and the kid cannot go commando! He could but what kind of a mother would do that.

But even after I prepared a mental list of items I needed, I still only managed to purchase one item that I actually needed (under roos) and a basket full of stuff I didn’t need (fingernail polish in a rainbow of colors).

Am I the only one? What do you do when it’s nice out? I should have been inside writing the follow-up novel to Finding You, but the call of my plastic credit card was enough to send this girl outside




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A long-lost grandfather dies, leaving Jessica Crispin a sizable inheritance. The only catch? She has to find her mom, whom she hasn’t seen since she was two, and she only has thirty days to do it.

Enlisting her best friend Violet, Jessica sets out on a road trip determined to solve a mystery fed by deceit and misinformation from people she thought she could trust.

On the way, she meets Jackson, whose kindness and sexy pale blue eyes make her wish he would come along for the ride.

Clues from her mother lead her far from home and to a secret Jessica never imagined. And as the deadline looms, Jessica must make peace with the ghosts of her past and risk dreaming of a future pursuing her secret passion with Jackson by her side.


Available at these e-book retailers:
iBooks    http://apple.co/19tTGcu
Amazon   http://amzn.to/1DdeEdJ
Barnes&Noble   http://bit.ly/1FXET8t
ARe   http://bit.ly/1Eij1UF
Smashwords   http://bit.ly/1F4QG1D
Kobo   http://bit.ly/1F4QKP0

An Excerpt from Finding You

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“Excuse me. But can I help you guys.”

Our heads popped up, looking at the person who spoke. If we’d broken down on a dusty highway in the desert, I might have thought he was a mirage and not the gorgeous guy who stopped to offer help.

College changes a girl’s perspective when it comes to guys. Athletes, they hate being called jocks, don’t have much time to date with practices, games and mandatory study hall and quiet hours. Musicians were okay but unless I liked smelling like an ashtray and waiting in a long line of groupies to say hello, I tended to avoid them.

Smart guys were the ticket. Not rocket scientists but more like the quiet, intellectual type that attended classes, wore clean clothes, held open doors, and enjoyed reading a good book. And this guy who stopped to help two stranded girls didn’t give off a creeper vibe but a knight in shining armor vibe. Full dark brown hair that didn’t require much maintenance rested above a firm jaw and a brilliant smile. I held back a groan because the scenario was too good to be true.

As quick as we popped up, we popped back down.

“Oh my god. Do you see what I see?” I whispered from behind the trunk lid.

“I don’t know. Was it a hot guy with a smile that could melt off my panties?” Violet wanted to be a writer like her mom, except she was aiming for more romance and chick lit.

Maybe even borderline erotic.

We each moved around to opposite sides of the car, Violet to the driver’s side and me closer to the man candy who’d stopped to help us out.

“Um…hi,” I offered inching closer and closer to where he remained examining my flat tire. He bent down, pushing his dark sunglasses on top his head full of dark, run-your-fingers-through hair. The lean muscles cording his bicep bulged as he griped the tire. Was it hot out here or just him?

“Do you have a jack and spare?”

I blinked in his direction, processing his words among all the eye feast. If I waited longer, I’d look like a lunatic.

“Um.

He rose from a squatting position. His pale blue gaze met my dumbfounded look. And too soon, he pulled his glasses back into place, shutting me off from seeing his eyes.

“That’s what it’s called.” Violet yelled over the top of the car. “That sounds way better than tire thingy.”

 

 

 


2 Comments
Jennifer Anderson link
4/3/2015 08:55:45 am

Thank you again for having me over. The coffee was lovely!

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Ute Carbone
4/4/2015 05:34:58 am

Lovely to have you here, Jenn!

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