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Release Blitz: Forever Hearts by CJ Martin

 

Title: Forever Hearts
Author: CJ Martín 
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 3, 2017
Blurb

Best friends aren’t meant to fall in love with each other…

From the time I was five, Jesse Collins was my world. He was my partner in crime. My best friend.

My confidant.

We were inseparable. Soul mates. Forever hearts. But all that changed when he took on a new role.

Lover.

He told me to trust. To have faith. To believe in our love.

And I did.

But we all eat lies when the heart is hungry. And mine was damn hungry for Jesse Collins.

I couldn’t stop myself from falling for him, even if I wanted to.

This is our story. The good. The bad. The heartbreaking.

But in the end, will the thread that binds us together be strong enough to weather the storm?

I used to think so, but now I’m not quite as sure…

Forever Hearts is a friends to lovers new adult romance.

If you like sexy and sweet, hot and handsome, mixed with a whole lot of spice, then you’ll love this steamy romance by best-selling author CJ Martín.

 

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Excerpt
I shower, get dressed, make it all the way to my car, before
I realize that I left my cell phone in my apartment. I pat my pockets, check my
purse, and glance at the dashboard to see if the Bluetooth symbol is
illuminated—it isn’t. I groan audibly as I switch off the ignition and rush
back into the cold. It’s mid-March, yet the thermometer has barely reached
thirty degrees this week, and with the wind whipping through the air, the “real
feel” is in the single digits.
Back inside my apartment I locate my phone on the kitchen
counter, still plugged into the charger. As I pick it up, my eyes scan over
several notifications, one of which is a text message from Bill.
Bill: Hi, Sweetie. Just got back from the airport with my
parents. Reservations are at seven. Are you on your way?
I glance at the clock. It’s five forty-five. I can make it
across town with plenty of time to spare—I think. Bill’s
perpetually early, as in, if we do not arrive twenty minutes prior to the start
of any function—and I do mean anyand every function—
he panics. He’s chronically early; I’m chronically late. We balance each other
out…in theory, anyway.
My thumb swipes the screen, but my fingers are too cold to
register the touch, so I drop the phone and blow into my hands in an attempt to
warm them up. A minute later, I type a quick message to Bill.
Riley: Omw. Left ten minutes ago.
This is an outright lie; I’m still standing in my
kitchen and I would never text and drive. He should know
that after nine months of dating, but he simply agrees.
Bill: Ok.
His response is simple. Quick. Efficient. Just like him.
I knock on Bill’s front door thirty minutes
later—traffic was heavier and slower than I anticipated. His mother and father
are seated on the sofa. It’s not the first time I’m meeting them, but every
time they visit I have the feeling I should be walking on eggshells. They’re
prim and proper, formal, refined—the exact opposite of me.
“Mr. and Mrs. Lewg.” I smile as I embrace first his father,
then his mother, in the world’s most awkward hug. “So good to see you.”
“Lovely to see you, dear.” Mrs. Lewg—Carole, though she’s
never told me to call her that—says. “Bill was just telling us he has a special
announcement before we leave for dinner.”
“Oh?” I raise my eyebrows as I turn toward Bill. My mind
quickly scans over our last few conversations. I can’t remember him talking
about any major deal specifically, apart from the new property, but that deal
closed weeks ago. All right, okay, I may not pay one hundred
percent attention when he blabs on and on about investment properties or the
price per square foot of Building A versus Building B, but can you blame me?
Commercial real estate is freaking boring. Take it from me, I should know; it’s
all Bill ever seems to talk about.
“Riley.” Bill makes no effort to move from in front of the
mantle where he stands, but he extends his hand and pulls me toward him. “Can
you come here for one second? There’s something I want to ask you. Something
I’ve wanted to ask you for a long time.”
The smiling face of my roommate pops to mind and her words
bounce around my brain. You’ll be engaged before me. But
surely that’s not what this is. We haven’t been together that long. I haven’t
even given him a key to my apartment yet. He just met my
family.
“Riley Ann Jones.” He takes both my hands, and I will myself
to close my mouth, which gapes open in the most unflattering way.
Oh, shit. Oh, no. Fuck. Please don’t let him be asking
what I think he’s going to—
“This past year…” —nine months, I
automatically correct in my head— “has been the happiest year of my life.
You’re everything that I want in a life partner: smart, beautiful, kind,
honest…”
I swallow. I’m not so honest.
He drops to one knee, looks up at me with caring brown eyes.
“Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
My gaze darts around the room, heart beating wildly in my
chest, not from excitement, but from fear.
His mother smiles at me encouragingly, as Bill cracks open a
small, velvet jewelry box. “It was my grandmother’s. It’s been in our family
for generations. I asked my mother to bring it in with her.” He waves with his
free hand to where his parents sit. “It’s part of the reason why they flew in
early.” He smiles again. “So, will you? Will you be my wife?”
Holy fuck. Bill scrunches his nose and I press
my lips together, sending another silent prayer heavenward that I didn’t just
say fuck in front of his parents. In front of my (potential)
future in-laws.
“Kind of waiting on an answer here, Riley.” His voice jokes,
but I can see the tension around his eyes.
I squeeze my eyes tight, swallow a deep breath, and nod.
“Yes.” My voice is the faintest of whispers. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
“Wonderful!” his mother exclaims, clapping her hands in
front of her chest. Bill pulls himself to his feet and slips the ring onto my
left finger. It’s delicate, a solitaire, round-cut stone, light and classy, but
it feels like a heavy anchor pulling me down. I’m suffocating. Sinking.
Drowning.
Mr. Lewg claps Bill on the back. “Congratulations, son.”
They shake hands as though they’re business associates rather than father and
son.
Bill locks eyes with me, the megawatt smile that is
plastered on every billboard within a thirty-mile radius beams at me. He mouths
“I love you,” but all I can do is nod, because there’s only one thought looping
through my mind right now, and if I’m not careful, the words will escape and
topple the house of cards that I’ve struggled to build this entire year.
Those words are on my mind throughout our indulgent,
five-course meal.
They’re there later that night when Bill makes love to me
and tells me how happy he is.
And they’re still there long after his breath has slowed and
he has fallen asleep. Then, and only then, do I let the devastating truth fall
past my lips:
He’s not Jesse.
Author Bio

 

CJ Martín lives in
Pennsylvania with her wonderful husband and her adorable (sometimes
infuriating) dog, Albert. She is an avid reader and has been known to spend her
days ignoring her responsibilities while engrossed in a good book. She enjoys
traveling and yoga.
You can find her on
Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Pinterest.
Author Links

Cover Reveal: Forever Hearts by CJ Martin

 

 

Title: Forever Hearts
Author: CJ Martín 
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Hang Le
Release Date: August 3, 2017
Blurb
Best friends
aren’t meant to fall in love with each other…
 
From the time I was
five, Jesse Collins was my world. He was my partner in crime. My best friend.
My confidant. 
We were
inseparable. Soul mates. Forever hearts. But all that changed when he took on a
new role. Lover. 

He told me to
trust. To have faith. To believe in our love. 

And I did. 

But we all eat lies
when the heart is hungry. And mine was damn hungry for Jesse Collins. I
couldn’t stop myself from falling for him, even if I wanted to. 

This is our story.
The good. The bad. The heartbreaking. 

But in the end,
will the thread that binds us together be strong enough to weather the storm? 

I used to think so,
but now I’m not quite as sure… 
Forever Hearts is a
friends to lovers new adult romance. If you like sexy and sweet, hot and
handsome, mixed with a whole lot of spice, then you’ll love this steamy romance
by best-selling author CJ Martín.
Excerpt
My body is already starting to feel the effects after only
two glasses of wine. My eyes find Jesse’s as Liza uncorks the first bottle. His
eyes communicate everything I need to know: I got you. You’re safe. Have fun
with your friend.
Knowing Jesse’s here, knowing he wouldn’t let anything
happen to me, I let myself indulge a little more than I should. And by the time
we’ve opened the second bottle, I’m feeling downright giddy.
As Liza and I chat, Jesse remains quiet, somewhat paying
attention and occasionally commenting on or laughing at something silly we say.
But then the conversation turns to sex. I’m not even sure how—well, that’s not
true—I know exactly how this conversation started: Liza.
The girl loves to talk about anything and everything related
to doing the deed, a trait that has earned her the reputation of slut, but
those close to her know the truth. She’s fairly conservative in bed, and has
had fewer partners than most.
“Come on,” she says, as she munches on another handful of
chips. “All I’m saying is that if they made wax replicas of Chris Hemsworth’s
penis, you’d buy one.”
I arch my brow skeptically and cast a glance in Jesse’s
direction. My eyes plead with him to jump in and end the conversation, but his
head is bent in concentration over his phone.
He’s probably texting Shelly. He’s probably arranging
their next hookup. He’s probably going to fuck her after he leaves tonight.
I roll my eyes in disgust, but then I’m annoyed at myself. Why
do I give a shit about who Jesse hooks up with?
“What?” Liza’s voice draws my attention back. “I bet it’d be
a bestseller. Certainly better than the Jack Rabbit you have.”
“Liza!” My voice raises ten octaves. “Okay, I think you’re
cut off.”
I’d confessed one night when we still roomed together that I
preferred to use my vibrator, because it was quicker and more efficient than
any of the men I’d been with. It was silly girl talk, and I never imagined that
she’d share something so private.
“Sorry.” She shrugs and smirks at Jesse, who’s now watching
me with sudden interest. “It’s not like he doesn’t jerk off.” She shrugs again.
“We all do it. It’s biology.”
“Besides”―she tosses the bowl of chips on the low coffee
table―“weren’t you the one who said…”
“Enough.” I slice my hand through the air.
“No,” Jesse interjects, voice husky and holding more heat
than I’ve ever heard before. “I want to hear this.” He pins Liza with his gaze.
“What did Ry say?”
Liza’s gaze jumps between Jesse and me, her smile downright
wicked. “That she has more fun with herself than she ever has with any man.”
My face flames redder than a lobster, shines more cherry red
than a summer-ripe tomato. It’s like I have a motherfucking third-degree
sunburn.
Note to self: Kill Liza. Slowly.
The sound of Jesse sucking in a breath is palpable, and I
hear the soft whisper of his words. “Holy shit.”
My hands shield my face, and my fingers dig into my scalp.
How do I get myself into these situations? Yes, Liza is my best girl
friend and Jesse is, well, my best, everything, but there are just some
things that shouldn’t be discussed. Masturbating habits or otherwise included.
Not even a minute later, Liza has moved on to another inane
topic, but my mortification doesn’t subside. The heaviness of Jesse’s stare
weighs on me all night, and every now and again, in a moment of bravery, I
sneak a glance his way. His blue eyes are round and dark, pupils dilated, lips
parted in the most enticing way, and for a crazy moment I imagine those full
lips on mine, on my breasts, on my belly, on my…. What. The. Fuck.
I’ve definitely had too much wine.
Blinking my eyes, I force my gaze back to the program. I
chuckle at the appropriate scenes, nod my head in agreement whenever Liza says
something that demands a response, but truthfully, I’m freaking the fuck out.
My mind is reeling, wondering if I read the heat in Jesse’s eyes correctly, and
if so, why the hell did I like it so much?
Author Bio

 

CJ Martín lives in
Pennsylvania with her wonderful husband and her adorable (sometimes
infuriating) dog, Albert. She is an avid reader and has been known to spend her
days ignoring her responsibilities while engrossed in a good book. She enjoys
traveling and yoga.
You can find her on
Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Pinterest.
Author Links