**#Surviving40 by Karen Anne**
Good Morning,
Everyone! So thrilled to see you all today! I am thrilled to be able to welcome
this author back to the blog. I featured her not that long ago with her book,
THE ART OF SERENDIPITY. Well, today she is back to share a new book with us. I
just love discovering new work by authors we’ve met before! Please allow me to welcome back to the blog
Karen Anne and her latest release, #Surviving40 … Plus, a GIVEAWAY!
**KAREN ANNE**
**BIO**
Karen Anne was
writing before she could read. As a toddler, she sat with a book in her hands
and made up the stories, eager for the day when she'd find out if it all
truly ended in happily ever after. Karen still determines the destiny of other
people's lives, but this time, the characters are her own.
She is a Contemporary Romance author who lives in New York.
Coffee drinker by day, wine enthusiast by night, she loves cats and deeply
misses 90's grunge.
To
find out more about Ms. Anne, please visit:
**#SURVIVING40**
Publication
date:
August 25, 2020
Genres:
Adult, Romance, Comedy
**BLURB**
Piper Quinn was more than
ready to turn forty. So ready she began planning her Parisian celebration at
thirty-five. That is until her life fell apart at thirty-nine. Left staring at
divorce papers, Piper instantly regrets signing that pre-nup. How was she to
know her husband would turn her in for a younger model?
After “accidentally” setting her Manhattan apartment on fire,
Piper finds herself not only newly divorced, but newly homeless. Forced to move
back home with her parents and take a job she doesn’t want, she soon
discovers the gossip train in town moves faster than the subway system in New
York—and she’s the hottest topic to leave the station. If matters weren’t bad
enough, life in rural Connecticut seems downright claustrophobic when her
sixteen year old daughter stops talking to her.
A blast from her past is the spark Piper needs to reignite
her life. Owen Clarke, an old high school flame has the ability to turn back
time making Piper feel sixteen again. The instant chemistry between them
gives Piper hope of redeeming her second act. There’s only one teeny, tiny
three foot problem: Owen’s daughter is in Piper’s Kindergarten class. With
temptation lurking in every corner, Piper needs to put her emotions—and
hormones— in check.
No one said getting older was easy, but turning forty just
became a game of survival.
**EXCERPT**
#SurvivalTip: If it looks like a date and feels like a
date...
it's a date and you're just in denial.
Owen
peeked at his watch before shoving his hands into his pockets. “I’m hungry. How
about lunch? I know a great place in Litchfield. Can I kidnap you for a few
more hours?”
I tossed him my car keys. “Sure,
you can even drive.”
“A carjacking, too? You’re not
going to even try to resist?”
“Not today.”
When Owen said he knew a place, I
figured a place to grab a burger or a turkey wrap. I didn’t expect an Inn
located on a vineyard. We sat outside at a table overlooking the grounds and
rows upon rows of grapes. It was tranquil.
“Red or White?” Owen asked. The
hostess had given him the wine menu of all the bottles they made here on the
premises.
“Uhh, white sounds good.”
“Good choice. They have the best
clams casino here. Maybe a riesling would pair well? They also have flights, so
we could sample a few and then choose a bottle.”
I nodded. “Yeah, flights could be
fun.”
It was dawning on me that this had all
been carefully planned. Owen had turned a simple day of scoping out the gallery
into our first date. Like a magician, he had unfolded his performance so
naturally I wasn’t even aware I was wrapped up in the illusion until it was too
late. I was in it now, a full participant. Not only was I unable to leave, I
had no desire to. Damn he was slick! I knew I couldn’t even acknowledge
the date. I had to pretend it was nothing more than friends having lunch,
because a date would be breaking the rules, and if we started breaking the
rules now, we’d never be able to stop.
Our meal was superb. Owen was
right; the clams casino was delicious. He had the chicken cordon bleu for his
entrée, and I went with the herb butter salmon. “Would you like dessert?” Owen
asked, and although I knew picking coffees and desserts were his specialty, I
shook my head.
“I think I’ve had enough sugar for
today.” Everything we ate this afternoon was smeared in decadent glazes. “I’m
content finishing this bottle of wine.”
Owen agreed and poured what
remained of the bottle into both our glasses. “Let me get the check, and then
we can take our glasses down by the lake.”
“I can’t let you pay for this.”
Owen flinched like I had pricked
him with a pin. “Why not?”
“You know why not.”
“Piper, are you my friend?”
“Of course I am. What kind of a
question is that?”
“Well, as my friend, can’t I take
you out to celebrate your huge accomplishment? You have artwork hanging in a
real gallery. Think about that for a minute. Buying you lunch is the least I
could do to toast your good news.”
“I only even got the gallery
because of you. All the more reason why I should be paying.”
“Lunch was my idea. The restaurant was
my choice. The bill is mine to pay. Stop arguing with me.”
I opened my mouth to do just that,
but closed it, deciding I shouldn’t argue with my kidnapper. Owen handed over
his credit card and signed on the dotted line. Then we took our wine glasses
over to the oversized Adirondack chairs to watch the sun set over the lake.
“This is pretty perfect,” I
admitted. “My only regret is we’re almost out of wine.” There was one last
mouthful left in my glass.
Owen dangled his arms over the sides
of the armrest, his own glass almost empty as well. “If this were a date, we
could order another bottle. We are conveniently at an Inn. No need to drive
home. Then the town could all whisper about us as we rolled back into Stone
Creek tomorrow dressed in the same outfits we left in.”
“How scandalous!” I feigned a gasp.
“Good thing it’s not a date then.”
“Good thing.” Owen smiled and
polished off the last of his wine. Yup. This was totally a date.
I dropped Owen off in front of
Jitterbug. The shop was closed, but Sage was inside putting chairs on top of
tables with Taylor. “I’ll send her out,” Owen said. “No need for her to stay
any longer.”
“Are you sure? I could come back and
get her when she’s done.”
“She looks pretty much done. Leaving a few
minutes early isn’t a big deal.”
“Thanks again for coming with me
this afternoon, and for lunch. It was a really nice time.”
“Well, if this was a date, I’d be
glad you had a nice time.”
I laughed, and he unbuckled his
seatbelt, moving a little closer to me.
“And if this was a date, I’d kiss you
goodbye right about now.”
He did it again, paralyzing me with
want. It was so unfair how easily he could turn a switch like that. I wanted
nothing more than to fall into his arms and make out like we were teenagers,
steaming up the car like Jack and Rose in Titanic. But Jack and Rose didn’t
have a kid a few feet away who needed a ride home. So, instead, I said, “Have a
good night, Owen.”
He chuckled in response. Chuckled.
Was he aware of how frustrated I was? It must be nice to strut around swaddled
in confidence. Owen got out of the car, a swagger to his step, and I blew out a
hard breath. This was ridiculous. I was getting all hot and bothered over Owen
Clarke. Owen, who was a lanky kid on the chess team and had a chin spotted with
acne all through high school. Owen, who used to blush when he talked to me and
was the kid I’d ask when I needed someone to explain Physics. Why was I acting
this way?
Sage jogged across the street with
her apron in her hand. “How was work?” I asked, trying to knock the image of
Owen taunting me with a kiss out of my head.
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