Book Blitz: The Event by Whitney Dineen

The Event 
by Whitney Dineen 
Publication date: November 1st 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary

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There’s a reason Emmeline Frothingham left her hometown of Creek Water, Missouri as soon as humanly possible. That reason is small-minded, judgmental people who wouldn’t know the truth if it was coughed up on them like an errant furball.
 
After graduating from college, Emmie gets her dream job in New York City. As the head buyer at Silver Spoons–a high-end boutique, and single girl about town, her  life is ideal. That is, until the night of The Event, her company’s annual award’s ball at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Nerves plus too much tequila leave Emmie dealing with a wicked hangover, the unemployment line, and a surprise to end all surprises.
 
Facing the repercussions of her wild night, Emmie is forced to go home to work in her family’s business. But her return puts her dead in the sights of the gossipy country club harpies who drove her away in the first place.
 

Will Emmie make peace with her past and embrace the love of her family? Will she discover that the man who seems to be judging her most has a secret of his own? Find out in this deliciously fun romantic comedy, sure to put a smile on your face!


Excerpt:

In my esteemed, but obviously biased opinion, Creek Water, Missouri, population 14,012, is the armpit of the world. Scratch that, it’s a ripe pustulant boil on the butt of the Northern Hemisphere. If it weren’t my hometown, and I weren’t desperate for employment, I’d have never considered moving back. Ever.

I just got off the phone with my Uncle Jed—the Beverly Hillbillies reference is not lost on me—and he’s offered to make me manager of a new commercial venture he and my other uncle Jesse (yes, like Full House) are starting up in the old warehouse district. The revitalization of Creek Water continues as my former peers have discovered that it’s cheaper to live at home and not go out into the real world like I did. Problem is, I got myself into a tiny bit of trouble in the real world.

I was driven in my formative years to prove that I could make something of myself without any backing from the illustrious Frothingham family, of which I am one. I was sick to death of people thinking everything was handed to me on a silver platter just because of my last name. So, I worked hard to get excellent grades in school, and I earned myself a scholarship to college. After graduation, I moved to New York City, determined to leave my small-town, small-minded roots behind. Things were going great too, until The Event.

I worked as head buyer for Silver Spoons Enterprises in Manhattan, an exclusive gourmet/kitchenware boutique chain on the Eastern Seaboard. I was stationed at our flagship location on East Seventy-Third Street.

The Event was the corporate dinner dance at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, where all the bigwigs gathered to pat each other on the back and recognize top-performing employees. I thought I was a shoo-in for the Demitasse Award, honoring the most creative contribution to the company during that fiscal year. I was personally responsible for the whole “Linens for Dinner” campaign, which promoted the idea that both urban and suburban millennials only use cloth napkins to dine, thus not only cutting back our carbon footprint by lessening paper waste, but also adding a touch of elegance to our lives. We sold more linens that year than in the previous ten years combined. It was that successful.

So there I sat in my way too expensive dress—I splurged because I knew how important it was to make a good impression on the executives and because it was the perfect little number to accept my honor in—when Jameson Diamante announced the nominees for the Demitasse.

There were only three of us—me with my linen campaign, Juliet Smithers from the Southampton store for her “Drink More Wine!” crusade, and Allison Conrad from Atlanta for her “Pretty Please, Y’all” call to reinstate formal invitations on engraved card stock.

Why don’t we just kill the planet, Allison, with all the trees we’re going to murder for your cause?

I was poised on the edge of my seat ready to throw my hands across my heart and gasp something along the lines of, “What? Me? My word, I’m so surprised!” I’d imagined how I’d get up and show off my six-hundred-dollar understated elegance to the whole room.

Jameson announced, “This year’s decision was not an easy one to make, with all three ladies greatly contributing to our brand, but in the end, we chose the contender who was responsible for the most innovative campaign.”

Here’s where the chain of events gets a wee bit cloudy. I could have sworn he’d called my name, so I stood up as planned, but my good friend and table-mate Lexi says that isn’t what happened at all. Apparently, old Jameson had called out Allison’s name, and she and I both went up to accept the award. How deforesting the planet is innovative, I do not know. I did hear through the corporate grapevine that Allison had gone to Jameson’s hotel room with him before the ceremony like a Kardashian auditioning her new sugar daddy. But I digress. Back to The Event.

I grabbed the silver spoon out my fellow nominee’s hand and proceeded to give my speech. All of it. Which for some reason I was allowed to do. It was a beautiful speech. I thanked my mother for her graciousness and manners, and I thanked my grandmother for teaching me how to fold dinner napkins into swans. I was about to thank Silver Spoons for having the wisdom to hire me, when Allison grabbed the Demitasse out of my hand. I may have chosen that moment to snatch it back and hit her over the head with it—obviously not very hard as she never pressed assault charges, thank God. 

It’s all conjecture really. All I can say for certain is that I hastily fled the ceremony, trotting down all eight hundred thousand stairs of the Met in four-inch heels, in a cloud of disgrace and disappointment. I took a cab to a nearby bar, where I proceeded to drink my body weight in tequila before waking up in an unknown apartment in Brooklyn.


Giveaway:

Giveaway ends November 7th.

The grand prize is:

  • 2x $20 Amazon gift cards

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/d04251233370/


Purchase Links:

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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

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Weekly Wrap Up: September 15th through September 21st 2019

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Books I’ve Read:

The Orchid Throne

The Fixer-Upper

The Grace Year

Rise of the Dragon

As Long As We Both Shall Live

The Wives

Nemesis

The Lost and the Scarred


Books with Pending Reviews:

The Wives—Review coming December 30th, 2019

Steel Crow Saga—Review coming September 24th


Books with Published Reviews:

As Long as We Both Shall Live—Review Here

Nemesis—Review Here

Holding On To Forever—Review here

The Lost and the Scarred—Review here


NetGalley Requests:


Author/Publisher/Blog Tour Review Requests:

The Dark Lord Clementine by Sarah Jean Horwitz (Algonquin Young Readers)

Seven Letters by J.P. Monninger (SMP)


Blog Tours/Excerpts/Book Blitz:

The Orchid Throne—Excerpt

Twisted Fates—Book Blitz

A Baby for the Bravata—Cover Reveal

The Call of Death—Cover Reveal

Nemesis—Blog Tour

Relatively Happy—Book Blitz

#Fate—Cover Reveal

Chasing Fireflies—Book Blitz

Good Grief—Book Blitz

Academy of Littles Collection—Book Blitz

A Perfect Mistake—Cover Reveal

B&E Ever After—Excerpt

One Queen of an Ending—Excerpt

Scorpion Blood—Book Blitz

Sea of Darkness—Book Blitz

Merged—Book Blitz

Wall Street Titan—Cover Reveal

Holding On To Forever—Blog Tour

Wire—Cover Reveal

Taming Demons for Beginners—Book Blitz

Dark Water—Book Blitz

Accidental Rebel—Book Blitz

Holding On To Forever—Release Blitz

Rumba—Book Blitz


Giveaways I’ve Entered:

The World That We Knew by Alice Hoffman—Goodreads


Weekly Posts:

Weekly Wrap Up

Catch Up Sunday

Top Ten Tuesday

WWW Wednesday

Theme Thursday

Book Blitz: Relatively Happy (Relatively Series: Book 3) by Whitney Dineen

Relatively Happy 
by Whitney Dineen 
(Relativity Series, #3) 
Publication date: September 18th 2019
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance

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Book Synopsis:

Sarah Hastings’ life is chaotic. Between running her organic farm, her yurt-style holistic B&B, and her vegan café Eat Me!, she barely has time for an aura cleanse. What’s more, her spirit guide just announced the universe is sending her a man. 

Suddenly, a sexy pro-football player, a hipster photojournalist, and fellow organic farmer practically fall from the sky onto her doorstep. But which one is her cosmic soulmate? 

While Sarah meditates on the answer, her parents show up unexpectedly throwing the mother of all monkey wrenches into her carefully laid plans. 

With only morning yoga and her erotic book club to keep her sane, no wonder she’s chucked her vegan diet in search of bacon. Will the stars of love align, or will the universe let her down in the biggest way possible? 

Relatively Happy is a laugh-out-loud, cry-your-heart-out tale that will have you believing in the beauty of life’s journey. 


Excerpt:

After Rix puts his suitcases down, I show him the gift shop and cafe.

“Is this where I eat while I’m here?” he asks when we reach my new restaurant. 

“If you don’t mind, I’d prefer that you eat up at the house. The cafe isn’t open yet. If you’re still here once Eat Me! opens, guests will have their meals here.”

“Eat Me!?” His eyes sparkle with laughter.

“My business name is Eat Me Organic. It seemed fitting.”

“Organic, huh? That must be a lot of messing around.”

I bristle at his tone. “The additional work is worth it to grow quality produce that won’t poison people.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “If you say so, but I highly doubt regular food is killing people. I’ve always been pretty careful about what I put into my body, and I’m healthy as a horse.”

I’m more than a little annoyed by Rix’s disregard for the importance of eating high quality food, so I opt to change the subject. “Is there anything else you need before I leave you to go back to your yurt and get settled?”

“No, thanks. I’m going to head next door and start an inventory of what needs to get done.”

“Okay, then, I’ll see you later.” 

As I turn to leave, he calls out, “What time should I be up at the house for dinner?”

“Five thirty,” I answer.

“Five thirty? I’ve barely had my lunch by then. Why so early?”

I guess he’s forgotten the drill in his years away. “Farm hours. I’m up at five a.m. every morning, so breakfast is at six, lunch is at eleven thirty and supper is at five thirty.”

“I’m going to have to make some adjustments to my schedule,” he says, looking chagrined.

“Only if you want to eat here. There are still restaurants in town if you’d prefer to have your meals later in the day.”

“Maybe so, but they don’t serve your pie. I think I’ll make the effort to eat according to your timetable.”

Seeing his gorgeous face across the table from mine three times a day is a delicious thought. And even though I don’t have an extra two minutes for myself, I know I’m going to go out of my way to make homemade pie every morning.

“By the way,” I ask, “would you prefer a vegetarian menu or a strictly vegan one? I have a cow and chickens, so I’m happy to provide dairy and eggs.”

He looks at me like I’d given him a choice between a nice bowl of crunchy toenails and a booger sandwich. “I’d prefer you’d kill the cow and run it past the grill on the way to the table,” he answers. 

“I’m not going to kill Shirley! What kind of vegetarian do you think I am?”

“I didn’t know you were a vegetarian.”

“Rix,” I ask, “who told you stay here while you’re in town?”

“My mom,” he answers.

“Didn’t she tell you anything about the place?”

“What’s to tell? You live next door to my grandparents’ farm, and I need a place to stay while I get it ready for sale. It seemed like a no-brainer.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re going to need to dine in town if you want to eat animals.”

“No, ma’am,” he answers. “If I have to give up meat to get that pie of yours, I’ll do it. But I’d be pleased to have eggs and cheese. If you don’t mind preparing them, that is.”

“I don’t mind at all. I’m currently not vegan myself, so I’ll make you the same food I make for me and the boys.”

“Have you got a boy band staying here with you?” he jokes. 

I snort in response. “No, just Cat Masterton’s ex-fiancé, Ethan, and my friend Scottie.”

“Love triangle?” he teases.

“I’ve been helping Ethan detox his body for the last few months. And Scottie is Scottie Schweer. He was just a little kid when you left Gelson for the bright lights of Notre Dame.”

He nods his head. “Detoxing, huh?” he asks.

“In addition to farming, I run a holistic boot camp. I help people heal from different sicknesses or aid them in rebooting their lives.”

Surprise shoots across his handsome face before he abruptly asks, “What’s wrong with him, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“That’s not something I’m at liberty to discuss. I honor my guests’ privacy.”

He has the grace to look embarrassed. “I guess you’re not going to rat me out to the paparazzi then?” he jokes.

I tease back, “I don’t know about that. Twenty thousand dollars might be enough to tempt me.” I check my pocket and pull out my phone. “I’ll have to keep this on me in case you do something photo worthy.”

He grins flirtatiously. “What if I’m not alone when I do something photo-worthy?”

That comment causes an explosion of very intimate sensations to race through my extremities making stops at very personal locations. If I’m not mistaken, he’s just declared interest in me. I toss him a playful smile and turn to walk out the door. It looks like the universe is stepping up. 


Giveaway:

Giveaway ends September 12th.

The grand prize is:

  • 2x $35 Amazon gift card

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/d04251233275/


Purchase Links:

Amazon


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

Website

Twitter

Goodreads Page

Instagram

Facebook Page