Title: Beautifully Done (Beautifully
Awake, #2)
Authors: Riley MacKenzie
Release Date: July 16, 2014
~Synopsis~
Diagnosis: Borrowed
time
Treatment: Trust
Prognosis:
Beautifully Done
Asher Craig drives
fast, flies high, and screws hard. But make no mistake, he’s a gentleman.
He learned way too
young that we’re all on borrowed time. Fair or unfair, you only get one ride.
He vows to live for the moment because it’s the only time he owns. The past is
beyond his control and the future may not exist. With his only loyalties being
his family, he thrives for that edge where plunging over is always in the realm
of possibility.
When a beautiful
familiar face tilts his axis, he re-examines everything and realizes that
second chances are overrated and a lifetime of firsts are irreplaceable. In the
end, it’s not her medical degree but his trust that needs to prove that the
ride together is worth it ... until it’s Beautifully Done.
***Author's note***
Contains spoilers from Beautifully Awake. We highly recommend
reading Chase and Lili's story first. For readers 18+
~Buy links~
Beautifully Awake (Beautifully Awake, #1)
Beautifully Done (Beautifully Awake, #2)
~Review~
~Teaser~
~About the Authors~
We’re East coast girls separated by Long Island Sound who
met in Physician Assistant School and have been besties ever since. We can
safely say that thirteen miles of water does not get in the way because we talk
or text, no exaggeration, at least 150 times a day. No, really, we do—about
everything and nothing. Shockingly, we never (we mean never) run out of things to say.
Umm, ever. We definitely laugh A LOT and we’re a tad sarcastic. And if
we’re being totally honest, one or two people might have, on occasion, used our
names and ‘dramatic’ in the same sentence. But it’s hard to trust the sources
since they married us.
It only took twelve years, two husbands, five kids, two
dogs, and a two-week vacation in Cape Cod later to decide the romance world
needed a splash of medicine. Write what
you know.
So you can easily find us at 4 o'clock on Bank Street
beach with a glass of cold Prosecco brainstorming. And guaranteed if we bump
into you, literally, it’s only because our iPhones are glued to our hands
(totally out of our control) either writing or editing our next novel (and yes,
it is possible to do from your iPhone, we mastered it … damn those straight
quotations).
When we are not working on our book or reading the latest
angsty romance on our kindles, you basically name it and we have it going on.
Soccer, lacrosse, golf, swimming, dance, gymnastics, football, chess, baseball,
basketball, skiing, ice skating, school, homework, and more school.
Oh yeah, did we forget to mention our careers in medicine?
Needless to say, we realized fast that something had to
go, so we opted for sleep. It’s completely overrated (yet so AMAZING) and
delirium makes everything funnier. Good thing we share a brain and can pretty
much complete each other’s sentences (definitely weird, we know).
So that’s our story, who we are … just add AUTHORS to the
list!
~Social
links~
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/authorsrileymac
Website:
www.rileymackenzie.com
~Excerpt~
Pain pierced my shin and
I jerked back. “What the hell was that for?” I bitched at the half pint
spit-fire, sporting auburn highlights this week. Sierra changed her hair color
as often as her shoes. And my luck, tonight she was in some pointy fucking
boots.
“You have a freakin’
plane? For real? You never told me you had a plane! Lil, did you know Green Giant
had his own private plane. And he flies it?”
“Hold up, Green Giant?” I
questioned, trying to get a word in edgewise. These two women spoke their own
estrogen dialect. It could get out of control, especially when Sierra went off
on a tangent. And there it was, with both hands in the air, her drink--which I
assumed was a margarita--splashed down the front of her light grey sweater
dress. She didn’t flinch. Sam, on the other hand, jumped to pat the excess
liquid off her c cups.
Cant. Make. This. Shit.
Up.
Chase buried his head in his wife’s shoulder to hide his laughter,
Lil bit her fingernail, and Dodd feigned a coughing fit.
In her oblivion, Sierra manually removed the red-headed beauty’s
hand from her chest. “I’m good, no really. Besides, it’s all padding, babe.
Breastfeeding sucks the life from the girls.” If Dodd shook his head one more
time he was in serious jeopardy of herniating a neck disc.
“What part don’t you
get?” Sierra focused back on me. “You’re eyes resemble those crazy contacts
models wear and you’re a freaking giant.” Her contorted facial expression
screamed, ‘Duh.’
“We’re about the same
height, sweetheart.” I thumbed toward the two men standing on either side of
me.
“Yeah, but he’s a quarterback.” She pointed to Chase. “He’s a
linebacker.” She air kissed Dodd. “And you’re the sick ass wide receiver. You
just look taller. Just cause.”
Since when did she follow football? My cell started ringing
and luckily
I didn’t have to find out. “On that note, excuse me.” I fished it out of my
black suit pants and turned my back on the crew. It was her. My balls did a
happy dance. Fuck it, I was so screwed.
“Hey you.”
~Giveaway~
1. Kindle Paper
white (international winner will get equivalent gift card)
2. 1 signed paperback of Beautifully Awake and Beautifully Done
bundle (US only)
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