“Dear Agony” by Georgia Cates #CoverReveal #PreOrder


Book Title: Dear Agony
Author: Georgia Cates
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 1, 2017
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Dear Agony,

You’ve been my shadow, following me through childhood—filling my days and nights with terror and uncertainty. You cleverly disguised yourself as some form of pain or suffering as I grew into a young woman. We were unwavering companions … until I severed our ties.

I traded homelessness on the streets of New Orleans for a luxurious bed covered by the finest linens.
I traded dumpster diving for dinner in the finest restaurants.
I traded myself to a stranger—Bastien Pascal.

I have a good life within my platonic and mutually beneficial companionship with Bash.
He’s my friend. My mentor. My roommate.
Until everything changes.

I’m not supposed to get goosebumps when his hand brushes my skin.
I’m not supposed to be eager for his soothing touch following one of my nightmares.
I’m not supposed to think about what might happen if I reached out to him in the darkness.

Falling in love with him? Preposterous . . . unavoidable.

Agony, why are you back with a vengeance to rob me of this life I’ve come to love so dearly?

I’m finally happy. Don’t ruin this for me.

Always yours,

In this epic love story, Dear Agony forges a connection between an unlikely pair—a beautiful rose entwined in barbed wire and a shipwreck sinking into the darkest depths of the ocean. This agonizing romantic novel poses some gut-wrenching questions: What does a woman do when the man she loves is planning his own demise? And how far will she go to give him something to live for?

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Bastien wasn’t lying. The man snores. Loudly.

I was awake for hours after he came to my bed. I had far too many thoughts whirling around in my head to doze off.

I’m proprietor of a sadness I hold so tightly, it’s penetrated my very being. It has wrapped itself around my heart in the form of barbed vines, warning people away. I’m buried chest deep in filth—the filth of my vile past. I’m the captain and my pain is forever my first mate.

I wake to find myself held by his strong arms. Encased in his comforting touch. Strangely, even though I’m clinging tightly to the arm wrapped around my waist, I feel . . . safe in the arms of a man. This man. It’s a first for me.

Bastien is still sleeping, his snoring proof he is unaware of our entanglement. I’m glad. I want to savor this close encounter for a while longer before I pull away.

I steal this moment like a thief, permitting myself to study his face and body without his knowledge.

His chest under my head is hard, as is his stomach beneath my hand. There’s sparse hair between his pec muscles but he has a small patch on his abdomen trailing down into the front of his pants.

I gently lift my head so I can see his face. Long, thick, dark lashes rest against his lower lids. Strong, square jawline—covered in dark whiskers, and a few sparse silver here and there, a little thicker this morning than last night. A tiny dimple in the center of his chin. Full, pink lips with a deep cupid’s bow. Straight nose, slightly asymmetrical to the right side of his face. Hmm … I haven’t noticed that until now. I bet it’s been broken. Probably playing football.

Even in sleep, Bastien’s face doesn’t completely relax. His brow remains wrinkled, the shallow crowfeet around his eyes slightly crinkled.

Lines and all, he’s handsome. Extremely so.

And stirring.

I quickly pull away and roll onto my side, my back turned to him before he fully awakens. I don’t want that awkward moment of waking and coming to face to face, forced to discuss what led him to my bed last night.

Minutes later, there’s a brief dip in the mattress and then I hear the soft click of my bedroom door closing.

He’s gone without a word.

I roll to my back and run my hand along the spot where he was lying. Still warm. Scooting closer, I press my nose into his pillow. Mmm. Woodsy. Earthy spice. Masculine.

Savoring the warmth and smell that remains in my bed after Bastien’s departure is something I shouldn’t enjoy … but I do. Very much.

Liking these things isn’t part of our agreement.

Bastien has clearly stated he doesn’t want a romantic relationship. In fact, he’s very much against it, especially with someone my age. And I refuse to ruin what we have. I like him. I think we can be very good friends.

meet the author

Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author and hasn’t looked back yet.

When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When she’s being domestic, she’s listening to her music and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.

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National Cheese Lover’s Day!

National Cheese Lovers Day

Three cheers for cheese – the food that makes us happy to be alive!

13 things only serious cheese addicts understand

1. A meal isn’t valid if cheese isn’t present. If the meal doesn’t center on cheese then it must be added as a topping or even on a small side plate. You refuse to settle for anything less.

2. You have a cheese itinerary when you go on a trip. A trip isn’t a trip unless you’ve planned with military precision all of the places in your destination that have some special cheeses, or cheese dishes.

3. Melted cheese = bliss. You spend a large proportion of the day just wishing that a plate of gooey melted cheese would magically appear in front of you.

4. Your drunken food choice is cheese based. Either cheesy chips, or a cheese pizza. Extra cheese, obviously. And if you’re a bit broke then six packets of Extra Cheesy Wotsits.

5. You can easily eat a whole block. You’re quite content with nibbling on an entire block and feel not an ounce of guilt.

6. You can’t choose one type of favourite. Seriously it would be like asking a parent to choose which child they love the most.

7. Cheese snobbery is a real thing. As a cheese connoisseur you judge people on the type of cheese they eat. Sometimes you even base entire relationships on this.

8. You don’t like people who don’t like cheese. You write them off as people that aren’t worthy to be around you. And also assume that they are slightly weird.

9. It’s all about stuffed crust pizza. Cheese pizza with extra cheese stuffed in the crust is your version of lobster – basically fine dining at it’s best.

10. You’re a huge fan of the Brockworth cheese-rolling race. Finally a group of people that understand what it means to love cheese as much as you do.

11. You find inventive new meal concoctions to satisfy your cravings. Melted cheese on sushi? Sure, it could work.

12. You have a signature cheese on toast/grilled cheese dish with numerous secret ingredients. Many a time people have tried to get you to give it up, but you refuse.

13. You’ll happily spend a large amount of your income on posh cheese – ANY amount for that cheese from the special food counter in a posh department store? Yeah, go on then. YOLO.


From http://metro.co.uk/2017/01/20/13-things-only-serious-cheese-addicts-understand-6392744/