Imperfect Women is excited to bring you this awesome giveaway along with author Sandy James. This giveaway will feature Sandy’s latest romance novel, Can’t Let Her Go. This new book in Sandy’s The Nashville Dreams series is on sale January 16th.
Here is a little info on Sandy’s latest fabulous release:
In Nashville the music is louder, the dreams are bigger, and love can bring a cowboy to his knees.
Ethan Walker is Nashville royalty. Born to the King and Queen of Country Music, he’s spent his life trying to escape the spotlight of his parents’ fame, even walking away from his own promising singing career. He’s the kind of cowboy who prefers flannel to flashbulbs, hay fields to hit records, and the solitude of his horse farm to the nightlife along Music Row. The last thing he wants is attention, especially when it comes from country’s latest star…
Chelsea Harris’s meteoric rise up the charts and string of celebrity boyfriends mean that wherever she goes, the paparazzi follow. A duet with Nashville’s favorite son is exactly what her new charity album needs, but when she approaches Ethan, he turns her down flat. To win the camera-shy cowboy over, Chelsea will have to approach him on his terms. Trouble is, the more time she spends on his farm, the more Ethan wants to keep her there.
Want to get a peek at how awesome Can’t Let Her Go is? Scroll down past the giveaway information and you can read an excerpt!
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Sandy James lives in a quiet suburb of Indianapolis with her husband. She’s a high school social studies teacher who especially loves psychology and United States history. Since she and her husband own a small stable of harness racehorses, they often spend time together at the two Indiana racetracks.
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Excerpt from Can’t Let Her Go by Sandy James
As Ethan continued to stare silently, Chelsea pulled three draft beers, poured two glasses of wine, and whipped up a screaming orgasm. After passing them off to a waitress, she folded her arms under her breasts and grinned at him.
He grinned back, and damn if her stomach didn’t plummet to her feet. The man was too appealing for her peace of mind. Her preference went toward long hair on guys, and his dark brown hair was pulled back. If it were loose, it would probably brush his shoulders.
The first thing she’d noticed when she’d approached him were his eyes. Not only were they a warm mahogany, but they sparkled with intelligence. Even better than his obvious physical appeal, she had no doubt that should the two of them match wits, she’d find herself with an adversary who rose to her level.
“Where’d you learn to bartend?” he asked.
“It’s how I survived after college until I got my break in the business.”
“You’ve still got the touch. You can work here if you ever need a job.” He gave her another stomach-flipping smile.
“Thanks.” She poured two more glasses of wine and then whipped up a whiskey sour.
“Hey, Chelsea!” a guy shouted. “Hold up the tray with the drinks so I can take your picture.”
With one of her practiced smiles, she obliged the man. “Be sure and say where I’m at! Words & Music, one of Nashville’s best hot spots.”
“Thanks for the plug,” Ethan said, although his voice was devoid of true appreciation. A shame since the man had a smooth, seductive voice.
Always one to possess a wild and far too active imagination, Chelsea had to smile at the thought of how Nashville would react should she and Ethan ever hook up. The son of “Crawfish” and Dottie Walker—Nashville royalty—and the hottest female star in country music?
Reporters would be tripping over one another to get to them the same way people were now crowding around the bar to watch their exchange.
And the charity album would go platinum.
A chuckle slipped out.
Ethan’s mouth fell to a frown. “Are you laughing at me?”
“Not at all,” she assured him, absentmindedly turning toward the crowd and signing a few more autographs. The action had become so perfunctory, she hardly thought about what she was doing anymore.
“Then what’s so funny?”
He’d never understand how happy she was at the thought of her new album being a huge success, so she shook her head.
The frown became a scowl. “Why are you here?”
Knowing Ethan was in no frame of mind for her to even broach the topic of his recording a song with her, she scrambled for something to say. She wished they had a bit of privacy, but that was in short supply whenever she was in public. “I…um…” She nibbled on her bottom lip, flustered that his gorgeous eyes and handsome face had erased every bit of information she’d gathered on the man; information she’d hoped would help her in this important quest. “Let’s see…I—”
With a shake of his head, he gently pushed her aside so he could get to his computer.