Monday, 21 July 2014

Release Blitz & Giveaway: Melissa Brown's "Wife Number Seven."

The Hopeless Romantics Book Blog are pleased to be a part of the Release Blitz & Giveaway for Melissa Brown's "Wife Number Seven."

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Lipstick. Bright, red lipstick. Nothing but lipstick.
Even though it’s against our faith to wear a color that screams of sexual promiscuity and deviant behavior, I’m not allowed to protest.
But, I want to.
So badly.

You see, there’s more to me than the braid that spills down my back.
More to me than the layers of heavy fabric that maintain my modesty.
And so much more than the oppressive wedding band that adorns my finger--the same band that each of my sister wives wear.
So much more.
To protest would be sinful.
I must keep sweet, that is my duty.

So I’ll wear the lipstick. I’ll do as I’m told.
And I’ll do my best to silence the resistance within me, to push him from my mind.
If only my heart would do the same.

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"Brinley, wake up.” The raspy voice interrupted my dreams as fingers poked at my ribs. My sister wife Aspen stood above my bed, urging me to wake. My eyes were heavy and refused to cooperate, and the nudging grew more persistent. “You must wake up!” 

“What is it?” I grumbled sleepily. 

Aspen pulled me to a seated position, and pulled off the covers. “It’s happened. They’re here.” 

I glanced at the clock. It was four a.m. . . . way too early for cryptic statements that needed translation. 

“What are you talking about?” I yawned, wiping the sleep from my bleary eyes. 

“Rebecca’s been reassigned.” 

That word . . . reassigned . . . it woke me up. Completely. My stomach felt heavy, a brick of apprehension weighing it down. 

“To Lehi? To us?” I asked, swallowing hard. An eighth wife, one with four children. Not only would I be the only childless wife of Lehi Cluff, but now I would no longer be the last one to enter the family. My lies would catch up to me. Rebecca’s reassignment would see to that. 

“Yes. The prophet had a revelation.” 

“And Elder Jameson?” I asked, my fingers trembling as I held them against my lips. I knew what had happened. Burt Jameson had lost one of his wives and four of his children. They would no longer call him Father. They would no longer give him hugs and kisses. Those tokens of affection would be transferred to Lehi, a man who didn’t even know their names. He was their new father and there was nothing they could do about it. 

Aspen shrugged, her eyes cold and dismissive. “I guess he’ll learn, won’t he?” 

Author Bio: 

Melissa Brown was born and raised in the suburbs of Chicago. She attended the University of Illinois and is the mother of two fantastic kids. She’s an avid reader who enjoys making handmade gifts for her family and friends, as well as baking and painting. She speaks fluent movie quotes from the 1980s and ’90s.Her romance titles include Bouquet Toss, Champagne Toast, Picturing Perfect and Unwanted Stars. She is currently developing a Young Adult series called Sorority of Three. 

Contact Info: 

Twitter: @Lissalou77 


$25.00 Amazon Gift card
2 signed copies of WN7
1 ecopy of Bouquet copy Toss, 1 ecopy of Champagne Toast, 1 ecopy of Picturing Perfect, and 1 ecopy of Unwanted Stars.

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