Neither is ready for true
love,
but the nights in Las Vegas are
long and lonely…
Forever Nights
Girl’s Night Out, #4
Girl’s Night Out, #4
by Eva Moore
Releasing June 27th 2017
Self-Published
Self-Published
The Book Junkie Reads . . . Review of . . . FOREVER
NIGHTS (Girl’s Night Out, #4) . . Where do I start? Hot. Sexy. Determined.
Fulfilling. Exciting. Then of course there was action, drama, humor, and a
little something extra. This was my first meet with the GNO’s. I must say it
will not be the last time. I hella-loved this read. The intensity and heat
between Jamie and Axel was off the charts. They had it all in spades.
The read
was full all the way through to the end. There was more and more. There was
very little if any down time with this read. It was on. I believe these characters
will stay with me for a while. I was seduced by the GNO’s and Vegas.
Girl’s Night Out series:
Someone
Special – Girl’s Night Out, #1
Second
Chances – Girl’s Night Out, #2
Three
Strikes – Girl’s Night Out, #3
Forever
Nights – Girl’s Night Out, #4
Blurb
One more easy job, life coach and empath Jamie Donovan promises herself. Then she’ll take a well-earned break from her booming business to properly grieve the loss of her mother and pull herself together. When that job turns out to be an ambush intervention for Las Vegas heiress Layla DeGrasso, all bets are off. But Layla isn’t Jamie’s biggest problem on her new job. That honor goes to her client’s hot as hell bodyguard, Axel. Damn those abs.
One more easy job, life coach and empath Jamie Donovan promises herself. Then she’ll take a well-earned break from her booming business to properly grieve the loss of her mother and pull herself together. When that job turns out to be an ambush intervention for Las Vegas heiress Layla DeGrasso, all bets are off. But Layla isn’t Jamie’s biggest problem on her new job. That honor goes to her client’s hot as hell bodyguard, Axel. Damn those abs.
Axel
Frasier is finally free from the Army and is trying to make a name for his
fledgling network security firm. When he lands a promising contract at Lush,
Victor DeGrasso’s crown jewel on the Vegas strip, a few quiet weeks of system
analysis beckon. But a twist of events force him back into the role of
bodyguard, one he swore he’d never play again. It wouldn’t be so bad if he
could only keep his head on straight around his clients’ distracting life
coach.
Jamie
needs to move past the baggage her mother has saddled her with, while keeping
Layla on track. Axel can’t afford to be distracted by lust and doesn’t trust
the lure of more. Neither is ready for true love, but the nights in Las Vegas
are long and lonely…
Excerpt
Heat. Movement. Escape. Jamie craved
release. Her mind wouldn’t click off. Thoughts of work and family plagued her,
but not for long. The bright lights of Las Vegas still illumined the darkness
as she walked confidently into the club. The first rays of dawn were not far
away, but she would take what she needed before they called her back to
reality. Surveying the room, she chose her partner carefully. She approached
with confidence, and the chase began. After a slow build-up, she was desperate
for more. More heat. More movement. More quiet space in her head. She chased
what she craved with ruthless enthusiasm.
The pounding beat
thudded through her body, mirroring the racing of her heart. Heat built within,
a hot flush burning her skin. The rhythm was incessant, grinding. Jamie was
caught. It’s not enough. It will never be
enough. She shut down the negative voice in her head and gave her body over
to the moment, the movement. It would be enough for now.
She sprinted towards her release. Freedom
beckoned. All she had to do was reach for it. She bore down, racing for the
finish. Muscles screaming, sweat streaming, she panted for breath as she reached
her peak, finally satisfied.
When the treadmill kicked into cool down
mode after her five-mile hills challenge, she sucked a deep breath down into
her heaving lungs. Keeping her legs moving, she came back down from the high of
that final sprint.
For some, the gym was a chore, a duty, or
an ego stroke. For Jamie, it was a sanctuary. When she ran or lifted, she
clicked her mind off. No duties, no clients, no emotions or intuition. As a
life coach, she was committed to being available to her clients. As an empath,
she required alone time to recharge her emotional batteries. It was difficult
to find balance between the two extremes. Thanks to a few “real life makeover”
segments on Ellen that had gone viral, she was a household name. Fame made it
even more difficult to find the time for herself. The exhaustion a brutal
workout provided helped her maintain control.
It also helped her ignore her recent
sexual drought. If she got herself tired enough, she could almost forget that
it had been a year since a man had touched her without an ulterior motive. And
a hell of a year it had been. Between her skyrocketing fame and the death of
her mother, she was reeling. She was ready for a well-earned break, as soon as
this last contract was finished.
She wiped down her treadmill and turned
to tackle the free weights when a startled squeal escaped from her lips. He’d
come in silently. She hadn’t noticed his presence in the hotel gym, but he had
to have seen her. There was no avoiding him now. After a second glance, she
wasn’t altogether sure she wanted to. She might be okay with her drought, but
that didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate watching a hot summer storm through
the window.
He sat on the
resistance machine, gripping the foam covered handles back near his shoulders.
Each outward press caused the muscles in his chest to swell with exertion. His
sweat-damp white t-shirt did little to hide some serious pectorals. And his
arms, good Lord, his arms. They stretched the sleeves of that t-shirt to the
breaking point. She had the irrational desire to feel them wrapped around her.
Another press drew
her gaze further. The tendons in his hands and wrists clenched as he began to
press the bars away from his chest. Those hands sparked a thousand instant
fantasies in Jamie’s sex starved brain. He oozed danger, like a biker gripping
the handlebars of a Harley. His short-cropped black hair read military or
prison, and the beard spoke of rugged survival. Danger was the only clear
thought Jamie could latch onto, as she nodded a quick hello and spun away to
the free weights. How long had she been staring?
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Q&A with Eva Moore
If you had to title your own life, what would
it be, and why?
This honestly made me laugh. “And Then
She Moved” would be the title of my autobiography. I married an ambitious man,
and we have moved 12 times in the last 15 years, and that doesn’t include the
college years. I’ve had three children: one in Illinois, one in California, and
one in Singapore. While all that travel and relocating takes effort, it has
brought amazing people and experiences into my life. I wouldn’t trade them for
the world. And hey, I can write anywhere, right?
Have you ever come up with content on
vacation?
All
the time. With all of that moving and traveling, we have seen amazing places
and things. I always travel with a small journal to take notes of sights,
sounds, and scents because inevitably my characters end up there some day. Each
book in the Girls’ Night Out series is set in a place I’ve either lived or
visited. “Someone Special” is in the San Francisco Bay Area, and I wrote it the
year we moved here from Chicago. I was essentially a tourist in my new hometown.
“Second Chances” is set in Yolo County, CA and is based on the organic farm my
veggies come from and a festival I attended. “Three Strikes” is set in Bali,
where my husband surprised me with the best birthday trip ever during our
Singapore years. “Forever Nights” takes place in Las Vegas, because I was so
inspired by RT 2016 and my meeting with Cherry Adair that it all just fell into
place.
Are any of your characters based on people in
your real life?
My characters always have a healthy
dose of me in them, but they are also made up of borrowed traits from people I
love. While my best friend from college was reading “Three Strikes”, she called
me at 3 am from the other side of the world to ask, “Am I Stella? Because I am
TOTALLY Stella!”
How did you come up with the concept and the
characters for the story?
When I began the Girls’ Night Out
Series, I wanted my heroes and heroines to find love, obviously, but I also
wanted to celebrate female friendships. I would be lost without my girlfriends.
By the time I got to Jamie’s story in book 4, I had a pretty good idea who she
was. She’s the girlfriend who tells you what you need to hear, even if it’s not
what you want to hear. She’s also an empath, so she feels things more deeply
than most. I knew she was going to fall for a guy who absolutely did NOT want
to share his feelings with anyone. To get motivated, I joined Cherry Adair’s
Finish The Damn Book Contest. She graciously spent a half an hour with me in a
darkened Las Vegas Starbucks helping me talk through my plot and subplot and
conflict and EVERY LAST THING! It was amazing. The energy I took away from that
meeting spun into Forever Nights. When it actually ended up winning the
contest, I was floored. Literally. I sat on the floor of my bedroom trying to
breathe with my cell phone clutched in my hand. Life has been a whirlwind ever
since.
What do you like to do when you aren't
writing?
When I am not writing, my three
darling daughters keep me running! I am a former third grade teacher who is now
a stay-at-home mom. They are all off school for summer break, and my days are
full of swim lessons, play dates, and marathons of MasterChef Junior and Great
British Bakeoff. If I have any spare time (hah), I am reading either the
tattered old school romance in my purse or one of my many impulsive additions
to my digital TBR. I also spend far too much time on Facebook with the ladies
in the Old School Romance Book Club.
Do you have any advice to give to aspiring
writers?
Don’t quit. Keep writing, and keep
moving forward. I had a few false starts, including a historical romance set in
Venice that ran into history issues (Darn you, Napoleon) and a contemporary
about an elementary school teacher (a real stretch for me) that fizzled near
the end. I turned to writing again when I was home with a three year old and an
infant. I was slowly going insane not speaking to other adults, and I was too
tired to escape into a book by the end of the night. Solution: start talking to
characters in my head. They eventually got so mouthy, I had to put pen to paper
just to shut them up. I wrote “Someone Special” over the course of a year, one
morning a week at Peet’s coffee shop, while my oldest was in preschool and the then
baby was with a sitter. I haven’t looked back. I highly recommend joining the
RWA just to have access to their online classes and local chapters. I have
learned so much in the last 5 years, and my writing has changed so much. If I were
still beating my head against the plot wall in that historical disaster, none
of my girls would’ve seen the light of day. Instead, I let it go and moved on,
and now I have published four books. In four months.
Is there anything that you would like to say
to your readers and fans?
You all are fantastic. Your enthusiasm
is such an amazing gift, and I am delighted to be a part of Romancelandia. I am
one of you. When I find a book I love, I gush and share it everywhere and stalk
the author on Facebook just to say, “Thanks for breaking my heart and putting
it back together again!” The fact that people I don’t know are leaving reviews
for my books is still a bit surreal, but every time someone tells me how much
they loved it, I just light up inside. And then I funnel that joy into the next
one…
Can you tell us about your upcoming book?
I am working on a Christmas novella
featuring two secondary characters from “Someone Special”, Seth and Brandy, in an
“It’s A Wonderful Life” adaptation. The novella also sets up my next series,
which centers on Seth’s cousins in a next-generation Fixer Upper spin-off set
in the crazy Silicon Valley real estate market. I can’t wait to share it with
you.
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