Love You More – Julia Kent #Romcom

OUT NOW: Love You More (Love You, Maine, Book 3) by Julia Kent (@jkentauthor) #romanticcomedy #romcom #contemporaryromance

Release date: November 10, 2022

Genre: Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance

Cover Designer:  Najla Qamber, Qamber Designs (https://www.qamberdesignsmedia.com/)

Audiobook Narrators:  Erin Mallon and Teddy Hamilton (COMING SOON)

Tropes/Themes:  Small Town,

Retailer Description:

Colleen Luview’s love life is cursed. No—really. The small-town nurse is notorious in her touristy mountain community. After every third date she’s ever had, the guy ends up in her emergency room.

She’s untouchable now, and it’s not her fault.

Resolved to branch out and find a way to have a life with a partner, children, meaning, and free from being a love pariah in a town devoted to it, she decides to leave her beloved Love You, Maine—where every day is Valentine’s Day—to find a bigger dating pool.

And a better nickname.

Moore Mottin hates feeling like damaged goods. Married and divorced twice before thirty, he has a fourteen-year-old from a teenage pregnancy, was cheated on during his second wedding, and now even his best friend, Luke Luview, considers him the butt of every bad-luck joke when it comes to love. 

When Luke’s sister, Colleen, picks him up from the airport and a freak snowstorm forces them off the road, he rescues her from an icy pond and finds an old hunting cabin for shelter and safety. Vulnerable and shaking, the two give in to long-simmering feelings for each other, but when they’re discovered in the worst way possible, what seemed like a new lease on life turns into a life-altering mess.

Can Moore and Colleen overcome all the obstacles holding them back from a love that’s been in front of their faces all this time?

If you’re looking for a story featuring two star-crossed lovers doomed by unfair reputations, featuring a smooth-talking single dad who runs a jewelry store and his best friend’s sister, set in a small town in New England, with a calico cat named Sandwich, a heroine with a dry wit and a can-do attitude, and a hero who just wants a good relationship with his estranged child and the chance to find permanent love…then this is your book.

Grab a cup of coffee or tea, and maybe some peanut butter for your burger (what? It’s a thing…), and get your happy meter ready as you read the third book (a standalone!) in the Love You, Maine series—where love isn’t just a feeling…it’s a way of life.

✓Standalone

✓One-night stand

✓Forced proximity

✓Best friend’s sister

✓Single dad

… and a calico cat named Sandwich

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Amazon CA:  https://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B09WLZ7T4H

Apple Books:  https://books.apple.com/us/book/love-you-more/id1616025157

Kobo:  https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/love-you-more-17

Nook:  https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/love-you-more-julia-kent/1141629132?ean=2940186715801

Google Play:  https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=kL5rEAAAQBAJ&PAffiliateID=1101l8zJ

Print:  https://www.amazon.com/Love-You-More-Julia-Kent/dp/1638800669/

Website:  https://jkentauthor.com/books/love-you-maine/love-you-more/

BookBub:  https://www.bookbub.com/books/love-you-more-love-you-maine-book-3-by-julia-kent

Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/59694722-love-you-more

Author Bio:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. Since 2013, she has sold more than 2 million books, with 4 New York Times bestsellers and more than 21 appearances on the USA Today bestseller list. Her books have been translated into French, German, and Italian, with more titles releasing in the future.

From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men’s room toilet (and he isn’t a billionaire she met in a romantic comedy).

She lives in New England with her husband and three children where she is the only person in the household with the gene required to change empty toilet paper rolls.

She loves to hear from her readers by email at julia@jkentauthor.com, on Twitter @jkentauthor, on Facebook at @jkentauthor, and on Instagram @jkentauthor. Visit her at http://jkentauthor.com

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Excerpt (PLEASE CHOOSE ONLY ONE TO USE WITH YOUR POST):

#1

Colleen’s crush on her brother’s best friend had started in eleventh grade and ended, well…

      Never.

      It had ended never.

      Which was why she drove two hours and ten minutes each way, totally out of her way, to pick him up at the Manchester airport today.

      “Doesn’t matter,” she muttered to herself as she made the big loop around the arrivals section of the airport, half an eye out for him, the other half on her phone, waiting for Moore’s text. “Tim’s an anomaly. Not getting my hopes up,” she added, as if being down on herself would magically make some other part of her life work.

      Like Moore appearing so they could get home ahead of the big snowstorm the radio announcers couldn’t shut up about.

      Ever since she was a junior in high school and he was a freshman, she’d found herself transfixed by the sight of him, complete in his presence and yet in a constant state of yearning for more.

      For Moore.

#2

Pulling her close, he tried to warm her. They were on the floor, about three feet from the edge of an unmade bed.

      “Colleen!” he said sharply. She blinked rapidly, then squeezed his arm.

      “I’m not shivering,” she said slowly, slurring. “Nee’ to ge’ warm.”

      “I’m trying,” he said, looking at the fire, which thankfully was showing signs of catching. Standing, he scanned the room. A small trunk served as a coffee table, in front of two wood-frame chairs with cheap vinyl cushions.

      The chance there were blankets in that trunk was good.

      His attention pinged between the trunk and Colleen.

      “Sit up,” he ordered her.

      “Can’t.”

      If he kept her talking, everything would be fine.

      “Maybe you just cursed yourself,” he told her, trying to get her goat, get a rise out of her, anything to keep her talking.

      “Huh?”

      “Third Date Colleen. Never thought you’d end up in your own ER after a third date.” He lifted the lid of the trunk.

      She blew a laugh through her nose. “Too far away from Luview for me to be in the ER.”

      Score! Two big feather-down comforters, both of them a cream color with a patina that spoke more to their age than to a color palette at a textile factory. His fingers screamed as he gripped the thick, soft fabric, but he grabbed the top one and brought it to her, covering her.

      As he started to wrap himself in the other one, he realized he was still soaking wet.

      So was she.

      Thin hints of warmth began to creep out of the tiny woodstove and he turned his attention to the fire again, blowing on it lightly, then checking the flue.

      Whew. All was well. He added a few small pieces of wood he found littering the backside of the woodstack and hoped the fire would continue to take.

      “I’m cold. Wet. Brain slow. Mouth slower,” Colleen whispered, with a tiny smile.

      “Since when do you have a slow mouth?”

      “Moore.”

      His stomach dropped. Looking down at her, his down comforter on his shoulders, he panicked. Stress flooded him like he was underwater again, fumbling for her seatbelt, her life in his hands.

#3

Did his arms just tighten around her? Were his fingertips stroking her skin with a new, heightened intensity? Dreamy and light, she gave into the sensation, letting herself sigh. As her body stilled, a deep warmth, true and more real than any feeling she’d ever experienced, took over.

      “I want to be free again,” he murmured against her hair, his leg moving against hers, her fingers on his chest desperate to explore.

      “What does that mean to you?”

      “It means this.”

      In all her years of dreaming about him, and many more spent pushing those dreams away, she never imagined it would happen like this–that Moore would simply hold her in his arms, move a few inches, and bridge the gap between them with a kiss. But here it was, and it felt so good.

      So right.

      So perfect.

      Their lips met, his arms curling around her as she turned on her side gingerly, favoring her shoulder, the comforter softer, his muscles harder, the whole of him both familiar and tantalizingly new. Their mouths were soft together, then warm and wet as the kiss deepened, his fingers in her hair now, hers on his shoulder.

      Moore’s tongue asked for an invitation and she parted her lips, the line now so thoroughly crossed that there was no line any longer.

      Just this kiss.

      How could a kiss tell a story so long, so detailed, with so many detours and U-turns? All her wanting was in this kiss, all her time on the sidelines, all the friend-zone moments gathering to watch as Moore kissed her with growing need, their bodies pressed harder together.

      They weren’t kids. She wasn’t his best friend’s older sister.

      She was a fully grown woman whose life he had just saved, and she had nearly lost the chance to tell him how much he meant to her.

      Now? Now she could show him.

      Finally.

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