{"id":18619,"date":"2017-06-13T09:00:22","date_gmt":"2017-06-13T14:00:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=18619"},"modified":"2017-06-08T16:40:45","modified_gmt":"2017-06-08T21:40:45","slug":"wotr-releaseday-my-kinda-night-by-lacey-black-authlaceyblack","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=18619","title":{"rendered":"#WOTR #ReleaseDay – My Kinda Night by Lacey Black @AuthLaceyBlack"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Today we have the release day blitz for My Kinda Night<\/em> by Lacey Black! Grab your copy today! <\/strong><\/h2>\n

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Title: My Kinda Night <\/em>(Summer Sisters, Book 2)<\/strong><\/h2>\n

Author: Lacey Black <\/strong><\/h2>\n

Genre: Contemporary Romance <\/strong><\/h2>\n

Photographer & Cover Design: Sara Eirew<\/strong><\/h2>\n

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About My Kinda Night: <\/strong><\/h2>\n

Payton Summer doesn\u2019t have time for love. Between running her own business in her hometown of Jupiter Bay and her monthly night out with her sisters, Payton has no room for men, dating, or the drama that it entails. Her life is fine just the way it is. Yet, her attraction to the one man she shouldn\u2019t want can\u2019t be ignored.<\/p>\n

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Dean McIntire has one rule: don\u2019t date clients. It\u2019s a lesson he learned the hard way, and sees the consequence every day when he looks at his five-year-old daughter. It\u2019s not a rule he\u2019d break again. Until he meets the gorgeous Payton Summer, and suddenly, Dean finds himself ready to throw the rule book right out the window.<\/p>\n

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What happens when the sparks of lust can\u2019t be denied? One night turns in to two, and two turns in to more. Payton and Dean find themselves unable to stay away, but can they survive when their secrets are exposed?<\/p>\n

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*Though part of a series, this book can be read as a standalone. It is intended for those 18 and over due to graphic language, descriptive sex, and the world\u2019s most inappropriate grandparents.<\/p>\n

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Exclusive Excerpt: <\/strong><\/h2>\n

It\u2019s a Summer sister tradition that on the first Saturday of each month, the six of us get together. We take turns picking the location or activity, anything from margaritas and a movie to wine and painting classes at the small gallery uptown. One thing, though, is as certain as the sun rising over the Chesapeake Bay every morning; there will be alcohol involved.<\/p>\n

Always.<\/p>\n

Tonight, it\u2019s another stupid painting class. Create and Paint, that\u2019s what this class is called. I prefer to call it \u201cPainting sucks, let\u2019s get drunk!\u201d while I chug my fruity Moscato because that\u2019s the only wine worth drinking. Abby whips out red every once in a while and I swear to God Almighty that I\u2019m going to shrivel up and die like those nasty, sour grapes used to create red wine.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m the oldest of six Summer girls. Of course, I\u2019m the boss, the leader, and the best at everything (except painting, obviously). As I approach my thirty-third birthday in a couple of weeks at the end of January, I also realize that spending time with my sisters as much as I do is going to become more of a challenge.<\/p>\n

Jaime is three years younger than me. She\u2019s the sister who ran away to college and never came back. Well, at least until her fianc\u00e9 left her the week before the wedding. She moved home, had to move in with our dad and grandparents, and worked for me at Blossoms and Blooms for a short period of time.<\/p>\n

Then she met Ryan. Watching those two discover their love for each other was like watching soft porn. Sparks and hormones flew like fireworks every time those two were within a fifty-foot radius of each other.<\/p>\n

AJ is the third sister at twenty-eight, or Alison Jane as her birth certificate states. Though, we\u2019ve called her by her nickname for as long as I can remember. She\u2019s the eighth grade math teacher at Jupiter Bay Junior High, home of the Hawks, where she\u2019s taught ever since receiving her teaching degree. She has also enrolled in online classes for her Master\u2019s degree. As of January twentieth, AJ will be a night student.<\/p>\n

After AJ comes Meghan. She\u2019s twenty-six and a hygienist at the local dental office. How someone can work inside another\u2019s mouth all day and not get grossed out is beyond me. But she does it. Daily. Meg is also engaged to Josh, a man who treats her like the princess she is. Meg and Josh became engaged in December during a romantic trip to New York City for their anniversary. He went all out: Empire State Building, fancy dinner, down on one knee. It was perfect, just like they are.<\/p>\n

Rounding out the Summer sisters are the twins, Lexi and Abby. Lexi, short for Alexis, gives me a run for my money in the boss department and is a hairdresser uptown. She\u2019s married to her high school sweetheart, Chris, who rarely attends any of our family functions. He\u2019s busy trying to take over the financial world, and believes that the only way to achieve that is to work nonstop. I don\u2019t think it\u2019s all roses and fairytales at the Jacobson house.<\/p>\n

Abby, or Abigail, was born mere minutes before Lexi, but is as different as can be. She\u2019s reserved, quiet, and shy in ways that the rest of us aren\u2019t. Abby is an English Literature major and works as an editor for a major publishing house out of California. She\u2019s on her computer all day, and rarely ventures out of her little apartment. It\u2019s my goal in this new year to get her out and into the dating world, especially in light of the fact that her love for her best friend is unrequited. Levi is a great friend, but doesn\u2019t see the wonderful woman before him. He\u2019s too busy sticking his penis inside of every woman in the state of Virginia. (I say that lovingly.)<\/p>\n

Let\u2019s not forget our father, Brian, and our grandparents, Orval and Emma. Inappropriate doesn\u2019t quite adequately describe the older couple who helped raise all six of us after our mom died. I was seventeen when she succumbed to ovarian cancer, leaving my father behind to get six girls through the teenage years. Enter the grandparents. I\u2019ve got stories for miles, but we\u2019ll get to those later.<\/p>\n

Born and raised in Jupiter Bay, a small town of about eight thousand along the Chesapeake Bay, I\u2019ve become accustomed to the small town lifestyle. I own the local flower shop, where I devote every ounce of my soul to making it a success. I\u2019m not gonna lie, I had my doubts there at the beginning. I didn\u2019t know anything about running a business, but was determined to make it work. It\u2019s a lot of work, especially with a small staff of one other employee to keep overhead down, but I\u2019m successful. And proud of it!<\/p>\n

And that brings us to tonight. It\u2019s the first Saturday of the New Year and we\u2019re busy celebrating with sandcastles and wine. Hops and Grapes, a local retailer for microbrews and wines made on the east coast, is the place for tonight\u2019s Paint and Create class. Right now, my beach scene resembles something a kindergartener would draw with finger paints.<\/p>\n

\u201cMix together a little white with the brown until you get the light sandy color you\u2019re looking for. Dab your brush in the water and then in the paint, and make long strokes across the canvas.\u201d<\/p>\n

Giggles erupt beside me. \u201cShe said long strokes,\u201d Lexi whispers not so quietly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI get to make long strokes. Ryan is impressively large in the man-junk area,\u201d Jaime says, gulping the last of her wine.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, we know. You tell us every chance you get.\u201d This from Abby.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, it\u2019s starting to get annoying. If I had an impressive man-sword waiting for me at home every night, I\u2019d never leave the house,\u201d AJ adds.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot worth it. I\u2019ll take my rabbit over a man any day. That baby has seven speeds and a rotating head,\u201d I grumble, making a mess out of my sandy beach.<\/p>\n

\u201cStop being so grumpy. Maybe if you actually had the real deal for a while, you wouldn\u2019t be so damn cynical all the time,\u201d Jaime says from across the table. She never takes her eyes off her canvas as she makes smooth, straight brushstrokes.<\/p>\n

My face burns and I pray the vultures I share genes with don\u2019t notice. Of course I don\u2019t get so lucky. I\u2019ve always said if it weren\u2019t for bad luck, I wouldn\u2019t have any luck at all. Trying to concentrate on my masterpiece, I keep my eyes down and focused on the sandcastle in the corner of the scene.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think there\u2019s more to the story! Do you see her blushing?\u201d Meghan\u2019s laughter flits from the opposite end of the table. How in the hell she can see my face is beyond me. It\u2019s probably that sister-radar all of us possess. It\u2019s so damn annoying.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am not.\u201d It\u2019s a weak defense, I know, but it\u2019s all I\u2019ve got.<\/p>\n

\u201cDeny it all you want, big sister, but your face is definitely blushing,\u201d Lexi adds.<\/p>\n

\u201cLadies, when you get your sandcastle the way you want it, we\u2019ll add a few details and highlights before moving on to the water.\u201d The woman instructing our class has worn a constant smile the entire hour we\u2019ve been here, and frankly, I\u2019m starting to think she hit the sauce way before our arrival tonight.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy does my sand look like cellulite?\u201d AJ asks. \u201cI give up. I\u2019m just drinking from here on out.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jaime glances over at our sister\u2019s painting. \u201cMy God, that\u2019s horrible. Thank God you\u2019re not the art teacher!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCheers,\u201d AJ replies, raising her glass and tapping it against Jaime\u2019s.<\/p>\n

\u201cAny wedding plans yet, Meg?\u201d Abby asks, wetting her brush before swiping it through the paint. Always the perfect student, that one.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot yet. We\u2019re thinking fall, though.\u201d Meghan\u2019s face lights up at the mere thought of her pending nuptials to Josh.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019ll be the perfect time.\u201d Abby\u2019s able to keep her smile happy when she\u2019s in discussion, but I\u2019ve seen the desolation in it too. Even tonight, I see something in her eyes that makes me sad. I\u2019m sure her best friend is the root of her anguish, but I won\u2019t call her out on it tonight. That\u2019s a conversation to have at another time (with less alcohol).<\/p>\n

By the time our three-hour torture session is up, each of us has painted waves rolling onto the beach, with a shovel, pail, and sandcastle. We pose as a group for pictures, each of us proudly displaying the fruits of our labor. My sisters each discuss where they\u2019re going to hang their newest creation, while I contemplate which closet I\u2019ll throw it in.<\/p>\n

\u201cYours is great,\u201d Abby says with a big smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cHelen Keller could have done a better job,\u201d I retort with a snort of laughter.<\/p>\n

As we say good night and thank the instructor, we all walk out together into the crisp early-January night. Not surprisingly, Josh and Ryan are waiting. Jaime and Meg practically run towards their men, each one jumping into their arms as if it\u2019s been days since they\u2019ve seen each other instead of a few hours. Longing rips through my chest and settles into my stomach, heavy and unrelenting. I try to push those pesky feelings aside, but sometimes, it\u2019s just no use. They plant in my chest and brain and dig in deep.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood night,\u201d Abby says, pulling me into a hug.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou going out tonight?\u201d I ask, recalling her mention of Levi\u2019s gig earlier in the evening.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I\u2019m going to take my new painting home and hang it on the wall.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWow, don\u2019t overdo it now on a Saturday night, Abs. Too much excitement will cause wrinkles.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI just, I don\u2019t really go to his gigs anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d I ask, though already knowing the answer.<\/p>\n

She shrugs her shoulders and gives me a small smile. \u201cJust not feeling up to it.\u201d<\/p>\n

I let it go. I already know she doesn\u2019t go anymore is because it\u2019s too painful to watch him leave with some skanky bimbo with a dress size bigger than her IQ. Levi may very well never know what he\u2019s missing with Abby, but the romantic in me is still hopeful of him getting his shit together and realizing he loves her.<\/p>\n

Hey, I may be cynical as hell in the love department, but I\u2019m still a woman. And this woman wants only the best and a happily ever after for every one of her sisters.<\/p>\n

As for me? Well, I\u2019ve decided that my happily ever after will be in the form of cats. I\u2019ll be the little old lady wearing hair curlers and her bathrobe around town, picking up every stray feline she can find.<\/p>\n

And you know what? That\u2019s okay. Not everyone is cut out for the spouse, house, and perfect postcard life. Despite what they tell you in the romance novels or in Disney movies, there isn\u2019t someone out there for everyone. Sometimes, a person is just supposed to be alone.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s my destiny.<\/p>\n

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About Lacey Black<\/strong>:<\/h2>\n

Lacey Black is a Midwestern girl with a passion for reading, writing, and shopping. She carries her e-reader with her everywhere she goes so she never misses an opportunity to read a few pages. Always looking for a happily ever after, Lacey is passionate about contemporary romance novels and enjoys it further when you mix in a little suspense. She resides in a small town in Illinois with her husband, two children, and a chocolate lab. Lacey loves watching NASCAR races, shooting guns, and should only consume one mixed drink because she\u2019s a lightweight.<\/p>\n

Lacey\u2019s debut novel, Trust Me, was released in August 2014 and has been an Amazon Bestseller twice for Free e-books, as well as #1 for Contemporary Romance. All of the Rivers Edge books have been bestsellers in the Romance and Contemporary Romance categories.<\/p>\n

Connect with Lacey<\/strong>:<\/h2>\n

Email: laceyblackwrites@gmail.com<\/h2>\n

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Twitter: https:\/\/twitter.com\/AuthLaceyBlack<\/h2>\n

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