Reader's Edyn: Blitz: Love Is A Battlefield (Seven Brides for Seven Mothers #1) by Whitney Dineen + GIVEAWAY

**Love Is A Battlefield by Whitney Dineen**

Good Morning, Everyone! So thrilled to see you all today! I have had the pleasure of featuring this fantastic author a few times now. I absolutely loved her book THE PLAN! If you haven’t read it, you need to! Today we get to find out more about a new series and I can’t wait. Just the series title alone is intriguing – SEVEN BRIDES FOR SEVEN MOTHERS. Right? Please allow me to feature on the blog Whitney Dineen and her latest release, LOVE IS A BATTLEFIELD … And HAPPY NEW RELEASE!

**WHITNEY DINEEN **

**BIO**

Whitney loves to laugh, play with her kids, bake, and eat french fries -- not always in that order.

Whitney is a multi-award-winning author of romcoms, non-fiction humor, and middle reader fiction. Basically, she writes whatever the voices in her head tell her to.

She lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband, Jimmy, where they raise children, chickens, and organic vegetables.

Gold Medal winner at the International Readers' Favorite Awards, 2017.

Silver medal winner at the International Readers' Favorite Awards, 2015, 2016.

Finalist RONE Awards, 2016.

Finalist at the IRFA 2016, 2017.

Finalist at the Book Excellence Awards, 2017

Finalist Top Shelf Indie Book Awards, 2017

To find out more about Ms. Dineen please visit:

**LOVE IS A BATTLEFIELD**

Publication date: September 15, 2020

Series: Seven Brides for Seven Mothers #1

Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance

**BLURB**

Who doesn’t want their mom to play Cupid?

Addison Cooper had planned on an all-expense paid vacation to the Cayman Islands to celebrate her most recent business success. Instead, she’s trekking to the outback of Oregon to help a friend of her mother’s.

Reclusive novelist Brogan Cavanaugh’s new thriller just hit the New York Times Best Seller list. To reward himself, he was planning to spend the summer at his family’s fishing cabin until his mom unexpectedly calls in a favor.

Even though moms Libby and Ruby have been best friends since they were college roommates, Addison and Brogan have barely spent time in each other’s company. And when they did, things didn’t go well.

How will they react when they start to suspect their interfering mothers are setting them up?

Find out in this deliciously funny rom-com about mothers who really do know best and the children who don’t know they need them.

**EXCERPT **

Something is definitely up.

Brogan interrupts his mom, “Where are you thinking about setting up a glamping site?”

“We have those old cabins up near the fishing cabin. I thought that would be the ideal place,” she tells him.

He visibly jolts. “No one has stayed in those in years. At this point they’re probably more shack than cabin.”

“That’s why I want to do something with them now. I thought Addie could check them out and get a feel for what we’d need to do to make them worthy of the glamping title.”

She’s got to be kidding! Before I can express my shock, Brogan lets out a great big boisterous that’s-the-most-ridiculous- thing-I’ve-ever-heard-of laugh. He sounds borderline hysterical.

“What are you laughing at?” I demand.

‘I just can’t see you being interested in a project like this, that’s all.”

“I’ve decorated resorts that specialize in all kinds of different things.”

“Don’t be rude, Brogan,” Ruby admonishes her son. “Addison is an accomplished young woman known the world over for her innovative designs.”

“I’m sure,” he says. “But she’s known for fancy five-star designs, not something like this.”

“Are you saying I can’t do it?” More than anything this gets my dander up. I am first and foremost a professional. “How about a little wager?” I ask him.

“I’m game if you are. I bet you can’t spend a week up there without running home to New York.”

I never said anything about staying up there. But instead of pointing that out, I knowingly and ill-advisedly declare, “I could do that in my sleep. In fact,” —and here’s where I totally lose my mind— “I raise your week to a month. What do you think about that?”

“Take your clothes off and jump in,” he invites with a flirtatious intonation that causes me to stagger backwards.

The glorious bronzed god in front of me is none other than Brogan Cavanaugh. And he’s naked. Ho-lee heck. I should dispel him of the notion that I’m here to join him, but darn if I can force a sound out of the constricting column of my throat.

“Come on, I won’t bite.”

My traitor of a brain says, “What if I want you to?” Thank goodness I don’t say that out loud.

Brogan stands up in the water and walks toward me lithe as a jungle cat. I can either run, which is the logical thing to do, or I can stay put and see what happens. As much as I want to flee, my legs don’t seem to get the message.

The closer he gets, the more my stomach feels like it’s ground zero to an attack of warring butterfly armies. For some reason, I visualize them wearing little helmets and carrying spears.

Brogan finally seems to realize he’s only wearing his birthday suit and turns around to grab his pants, “What a butt!” the devil on my shoulder exclaims. I wait for the angel on my other shoulder to talk some sense, but she doesn’t. Instead, she agrees, “Yummy!”

“I’m surprised to see you out here,” Brogan calls out. He has one pant leg on and the other still dangling in the air.

“Why wouldn’t you expect to see me here?”

He pulls up his khakis and looks around. “I know how much you hated camping and thought maybe that extended to all of nature,” he says teasingly.

“I go outside every day in New York,” I tell him. I’m not going to let him get my goat.

“Yeah, but outside in New York City isn’t really nature. Traffic backed up for miles, horns honking, bustling sidewalks, that’s not the great outdoors.”

“Have you heard of Central Park?” I ask doing nothing to hide the annoyance in my voice.

“Do you spend any time there?”

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