Release Day Blitz for The Carny

Release Day Blitz for The Carny Hosted by Enchanted Book Tours

Title: The Carny

Author: Brooke Moss

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: July 7th, 2012

Format: eBook and Paperback

ISBN:     Print: 978-0-9851483-1-7             

 Ebook: 978-0-9851483-2-4

"Sweet, subtle, heart-warming romance." --USA Today Bestselling Author, Nicola Marsh

"Brooke Moss is a gifted storyteller. With a compelling plot and characters who will steal your heart, The Carny is a winner." -- Cate Lord, author of Lucky Girl.

Two people from opposite worlds, one unforgettable kiss.
You can't judge a carny by its cover.

At a town fair on the coast of Oregon, handsome Native American carny, Vincent Youngblood, bestows an unforgettable kiss on shy, awkward teenager, Charlotte Davenport. Then disappears without another word, leaving her baffled and enamored.

                  Ten years later, Charlotte is still living in the small fishing town of Astoria, while being trained to--reluctantly--take over for her philandering hotelier father when he retires. After all, who else will do it? Her two perfect sisters are busy being married to their flawless husbands and having cookie cutter children, while Charlotte remains single, childless, and every bit as mousy as she was a decade ago.

                  As Charlotte struggles to climb out from underneath her judgmental parents thumb, the carnival rolls back into town, and Charlotte finds herself face to face with Vin again. He's back to run his father's carnival, walking away from a promising career in medicine he started in Chicago. Will her biased and judgmental family accept her relationship with a man who is not only a Native American, but works as a carny for a living? And what unsavory secrets bind the well-educated and seemingly superlative Vin to that ramshackle carnival? After all, you can’t judge a carny by its cover.

Special Teaser Quote!

"“You know, the neighbors will talk if they see you slipping into the house in the morning like this.” My dad’s voice yanked me out of my memories, and I squeezed the railing until my knuckles went white. Without turning around, I said calmly, “The neighbors didn’t see me. It’s five thirty in the morning.” I could practically feel him frowning at the back of my head. “You’ve got some nerve sneaking in here like this. What kind of a woman stays out all night?”

“A woman who is twenty eight years old.” I turned around and faced my father."

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Synopsis:

Two people from opposite worlds, one unforgettable kiss. You can't judge a carny by its cover.

At a town fair on the coast of Oregon, handsome Native American carny, Vincent Youngblood, bestows an unforgettable kiss on shy, awkward teenager, Charlotte Davenport. Then disappears without another word, leaving her baffled and enamored.

Ten years later, Charlotte is still living in the small fishing town of Astoria, while being trained to--reluctantly--take over for her philandering hotelier father when he retires. After all, who else will do it? Her two perfect sisters are busy being married to their flawless husbands and having cookie cutter children, while Charlotte remains single, childless, and every bit as mousy as she was a decade ago.

As Charlotte struggles to climb out from underneath her judgmental parents thumb, the carnival rolls back into town, and Charlotte finds herself face to face with Vin again. He's back to run his father's carnival, walking away from a promising career in medicine he started in Chicago. Will her biased and judgmental family accept her relationship with a man who is not only a Native American, but works as a carny for a living? And what unsavory secrets bind the well-educated and seemingly superlative Vin to that ramshackle carnival? After all, you can’t judge a carny by its cover.

Author Bio

Brooke Moss lives in beautiful eastern Washington state, with her nerdy husband, four dirty-faced children, and one dim-witted dog. When she’s not changing diapers and spinning tales, Brooke often changes the color of her hair, fancies herself a cheese aficionado, and as the mother of a child on the Autism Spectrum, enthusiastically supports autism awareness. She loves to write stories that are equal parts hilarious and heart-wrenching, and enjoys finding the love story in every ordinary couple’s past. Now… if she could just climb out from under that pile of dirty laundry.

Find Brooke elsewhere on the web at www.brookemoss.com and on Twitter at @BrookeMoss4.

Links

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Excerpt:

We went back to the carnival every night they were in Astoria that year, looking for the tall, dark, and elusive Vin Youngblood. But we never spotted him again. Kasey and I even went so far as to follow the carnival to nearby Florence. We searched and searched the carnival, following the carnie’s around and trying to sneak into the employee’s only trailer, wanting only to catch a glimpse of the young man who’d rocked my world with a single kiss. But no go.

It was as if he’d disappeared into thin air.

My toes curled in my shoes, and my pace slowed down, Kasey chattering next to me about having self-respect and learning how to embrace the ‘inner me’, completely oblivious.

For over a decade, I’d been comparing every kiss I shared with a man to the lone kiss Vin gave me. It didn’t matter how good the kisses were, or whether or not the kiss led to sex. What mattered was -- could they make me feel dizzy and weightless? Were they able to awaken every single nerve ending in my body, and shake my soul like a leaf in the wind?

Not even close. Even kissing Lance—whom I’d pledged to marry—was, um, commonplace. And don’t even get me started on the bedroom action. Even with my limited experience—one boyfriend in college, and one brief, post-college fling with a guy who lived in my building in Seattle—I knew enough to know Lance wasn’t exactly an aficionado in the art of pleasing a woman.

That kiss. That one kiss at the entrance gate of the tilt-a-whirl when I was eighteen was enough to give me hope. Hope that real romance and real passion actually existed in the world. It might not exist between my workaholic father and frigid mother, and it might not exist in my life. But out there…somewhere…it does exist.

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