Blog Tour and Giveaway: No Weddings Series
Three Christmases Synopsis:
As the holiday season approaches in this fourth book in the No Weddings Series, Cade Michaelson strives to be better at balancing work and love, and Hannah Martin’s growing ability to trust is put to the test.
Lust and friendship brought us together, but with the increasing demands of my two businesses, Hannah’s thriving bakery, and our successful event-planning company, stability becomes my focus.
Then a once-in-a-lifetime career opportunity takes me to the West Coast, and everything goes into a tailspin.
Laughter, love, and excitement fill our lives, but Cade refuses to settle into the wonderful bliss we’ve found—he wants spectacular fireworks and an unshakable foundation. Driven like no one I’ve ever met, Cade insists a dream job across the country will be better for our future together, but I worry about whether we can survive the present apart.
When intimate time diminishes…and lives get more hectic…
Will a little bit of faith be all that it takes? Or will the sacrifice to get there be too great?
No Weddings:
Award-winning author Kat Bastion teams with her husband, Stone Bastion, in this first book in the No Weddings Series about Cade Michaelson, a successful man with his sights set on a new venture in business, and Hannah Martin, the woman who makes it personal.
I think I have my act together as a successful bar owner, my master’s degree within reach, and a list of no-strings-attached women warming my bed. Turns out, I don’t.
Hannah believes she has safeguarded her wounded heart by shunning men and focusing on her new baking business. The thing is, she hasn’t.
When my three sisters and I form an event-planning business with Hannah as our baker, I have no idea how my life is about to change. As Hannah and I work closely together, the attraction between us becomes irresistible. And complicated. I’ve promised my sisters I wouldn’t mix business with pleasure. But I’ve never been one to follow the rules.
One Funeral:
Chosen by FreshFiction.com as their Fresh Pick for October 7, 2014
The stakes climb higher in this second book in the No Weddings Series for Hannah Martin, a woman restrained by her past, and Cade Michaelson, the man who could help set her free.
I’m drawn to Cade as he charms his way into more of my life and offers me something I truly haven’t ever had: a friend. Yet his humor, patience, and drop-dead sexiness take my breath away, and I know my heart is at risk. I want to move forward but am terrified I can’t.
Cade seems to have it together from his own devastating heartache. His subtle actions, however, suggest a different story. And even though he says he wants more, I wonder if he’s able to trust in our developing relationship.
As we navigate through our tangled feelings, we vow to take it slow. Yet no matter how careful we try to be, things between us intensify—and there’s nothing we can do, or want to do, to stop it.
But the biggest question remains: Is chemistry enough to move beyond the past and toward a future together?
The stakes climb higher in this second book in the No Weddings Series for Hannah Martin, a woman restrained by her past, and Cade Michaelson, the man who could help set her free.
I’m drawn to Cade as he charms his way into more of my life and offers me something I truly haven’t ever had: a friend. Yet his humor, patience, and drop-dead sexiness take my breath away, and I know my heart is at risk. I want to move forward but am terrified I can’t.
Cade seems to have it together from his own devastating heartache. His subtle actions, however, suggest a different story. And even though he says he wants more, I wonder if he’s able to trust in our developing relationship.
As we navigate through our tangled feelings, we vow to take it slow. Yet no matter how careful we try to be, things between us intensify—and there’s nothing we can do, or want to do, to stop it.
But the biggest question remains: Is chemistry enough to move beyond the past and toward a future together?
Two Bar Mitzvahs:
Summer heats up in this third book in the No Weddings Series, where Cade Michaelson strives to balance his and Hannah Martin’s new relationship with the growing demands of his financial success.
Waiting for Hannah has been the best and worst kind of torture. Now I can claim her as mine. We believe we’re done with the past and can move forward together.
Hannah grows stronger than ever as she trusts in me—trusts in us. And when obstacles appear, she shows a surprising fierceness that rivals my own.
However, all is not perfect in paradise. Things get chaotic while I try to juggle multiple businesses, an ex from hell, and a girlfriend I’d do anything to keep. And in the middle of the whirlwind, I recklessly think I can handle everything.
But when all the madness is over, will I have everything I want—will I still have Hannah?
Waiting for Hannah has been the best and worst kind of torture. Now I can claim her as mine. We believe we’re done with the past and can move forward together.
Hannah grows stronger than ever as she trusts in me—trusts in us. And when obstacles appear, she shows a surprising fierceness that rivals my own.
However, all is not perfect in paradise. Things get chaotic while I try to juggle multiple businesses, an ex from hell, and a girlfriend I’d do anything to keep. And in the middle of the whirlwind, I recklessly think I can handle everything.
But when all the madness is over, will I have everything I want—will I still have Hannah?
For Valentine’s: Coming Januar
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Kat Bastion with Stone Bastion Bio:
Award-winning and bestselling romance author Kat Bastion has teamed up with her husband Stone Bastion to create the new contemporary romance series No Weddings.
A few factoids about the writing team…
Kat enjoys her chocolate rich and dark, her music edgy and soul-filling, and her vacations exotic with toes dug into the sand. And she’s wildly, madly, deeply in love with Stone.
Stone likes pounding the trails on a mountain bike, vibrating the sound system with rock music, and down time spent on a stand up paddleboard. And he loves Kat wildly, madly, deeply…and then some.
Together, they’re having a blast bringing fun-filled romantic stories to life and hope you’ll join them in the exciting adventure.
Kat’s first published work, Utterly Loved, was a twentieth anniversary gift of love poems to Stone that they decided to share with the world to benefit charity. Net proceeds from Utterly Loved, and a portion of net proceeds from all their books, go toward charities involved in the fight against human trafficking.
Kat and Stone live amid the beautiful Sonoran Desert of Arizona. Visit their blog at www.talktotheshoe.com, website at www.katbastion.com, and their Twitter accounts at https://twitter.com/KatBastion and https://twitter.com/
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Excerpt:
Cade and Hannah have fun while camping in TWO BAR MITZVAHS…
“So now what? Do we plunge our forks into the flames in a virgin marshmallow sacrifice ritual?”
Her eyes gleamed. “Nope. We edge them closer, holding them into the heat and away from the flames. The key is to get them to their smoke point and then watch them burst into flames.”
I huffed out a laugh, shaking my head. “Woman, you never cease to fascinate me.”
And so, safe in our campsite in the middle of the Pocono Mountains, beside the only person in the world I wanted to be with, we watched our poor innocent marshmallows give up tendrils of smoke in surrender right before they burst into flames.
The orange glow consumed the entire surface for a few seconds before Hannah leaned forward. “Now! Blow it out.”
Thoroughly intrigued, I did as commanded, resulting in two blackened crisps on the ends of my fork. She continued to blow on hers, and I did the same, but my gaze was locked onto those luscious lips as they puckered with a little hole in the center.
My dick twitched at the incredible image, my mind helplessly guttering. Yeah, I imagined sliding serious wood in there before the night was over. (I’m a guy; we go there. Not gonna feel guilty about it.)
Her fingertips tapped the crisp surface to test its heat. Nodding, she pulled the burnt blob off the end and popped it into her mouth. She moaned as her eyes rolled back.
I sighed, glancing at my unappetizing mess, then back at her. “That good, huh?”
She nodded, moving her jaw around as she mashed it in her closed mouth.
I took a fortifying breath. “Okay, here goes nothing.” I plucked one torched lump off of my fork and tossed it whole into my mouth. I lifted my brows, enjoying the surprising flavor before swallowing. It was good in an odd way. “Not bad. Much better than burnt hot dog.”
Her easy laugh rang out. “There’s something about the burnt part that makes all that sickeningly sweet palatable. It’s the only way I’ll ever eat a marshmallow. Totally hate Peeps.” She scrunched her nose and pulled her head back, shaking it.
I snorted. “Got it. No Peeps in the Easter basket.”
Our camping had been intended as something fun and intimate, which it was. But I’d never expected all the little things I’d learn about her.
She leaned over to the cooler and flipped up the lid. “Want a beer?”
“Absolutely. Beer goes with everything. Even burnt marshmallow.”
She handed me two Fat Tires and a bottle opener.
I glanced beyond her at the grocery bag sitting next to the cooler. “What else you got there?” I popped the last ash-covered marshmallow into my mouth.
Crinkling followed as she leaned over, digging in the bag, then pulled out a package of Double Stuf Oreos.
I raised my arms out. “Of course. We’re hitting all the major junk food groups.”
She held up the sad excuse for hot dogs. “Protein.”
I pointed at her remaining marshmallow. “Fruit.”
Tilting her head, she stared at it. “It’s a root that grows in the ground. We’ll allow it.”
“Carb.” I nodded to the Oreos.
She snorted. “‘Carb’ is not a food group. We can call Oreos a grain.” She paused. “And veggie. We got it covered.”
I coughed. “Wait. What’s the veggie?”
“Your beer.”
I shook my head. “It’s made with hops, Maestro. That’s a grain.”
She scowled. “Close enough.”
After a minute of staring into the flames, she leaned far back. “Damn. That fire’s getting hot. It’s gonna melt the soles of my tennis shoes.”
It was getting hot. I leaned back too. Her sudden movement caught my eye, and I blinked as Hannah tugged her shirt over her head. “What are you doing?”
Turning my way, she stood, a wicked smile curving her lips as she took careful steps backward. “I’m getting undressed. What does it look like I’m doing?” She pulled the hair tie from her head, sending the ends of her hair down to just above her black-lace-covered breasts.
“Shit!” I jumped up from the log but stood there, unmoving, torn between stalking her down and putting out the blaze we’d created with plenty of firewood. Protective instincts won out (which I hoped to be thoroughly rewarded for), and I rushed over to the small folding shovel, then scooped dirt onto the fire.
“Be right there.” I glanced over my shoulder right as something lacy flew out of the tent opening. My nostrils flared as I imagined all the skin being bared in my absence. “Feel free to start without me.”
“Oh, I am…”
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