Thursday 21 July 2016

❀ღ✿•* ̈`☆🐝🐝BLOG TOUR: Until Harry By L.A. Casey🐝🐝☆ ̈`*•✿ღ❀


❀ღ✿•* ̈`☆🐝🐝BLOG TOUR🐝🐝☆ ̈`*•✿ღ❀
Listen Up Little Flowers...
💔Until Harry by L.A. Casey 💔
Like nothing you have ever read from L.A. Casey before, a story of loss, love, and finding yourself in the darkest of times. Don’t miss out on L.A. Casey’s New Adult Romance!

❀ღ✿•* ̈`☆🐝🐝SYNOPSIS🐝🐝☆ ̈`*•✿ღ❀
He was my best friend, my best not-really- big-brother and my best protector. He was my best everything.
He was mine.
Coming home is hard for Lane. Hard because Harry, her beloved uncle, has died suddenly, but also because of him. Kale.
Kale Hunt has been her best friend since childhood. But it was never that simple. He was Lane’s reason for leaving home and moving to New York. Seeing him with someone else, inlove with someone else, shouldn’t have hurt. But it did. It really, really did. So she upped sticks and left, started a new life and cut herself off from her past.
But now she’s back and all the feelings are right there. As if she had never left.
Emotions are running high for everyone, and tragedy has a funny way of bringing people together. But is Lane reading the signs right? Are they still just friends, or is there something more?

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❀ღ✿•* ̈`☆🐝🐝EXCERPT🐝🐝☆ ̈`*•✿ღ❀
I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose as I reread the letter from my brother for the millionth time since I received it two days ago. It stated two things. One, my uncle passed away.
My godfather and dear friend was gone. And two, I had to go home.
I wasn’t jumping for joy about either fact.
I looked up from the worn paper Lochlan’s letter was scribbled upon and gazed out the window of the train I was sitting inside.
The Yorkshire’s countryside passed me by, and in seconds I was lost in the green beauty of it.
Unfortunately, the glamour of the never-ending dreamlike view wasn’t enough to mask the pain in my chest. The horrendous agony quickly brought me back to the present, and it screamed that I couldn’t run from it.
Not this time, Lane, a sour voice in my mind hissed. You can’t escape this.
Nothing beautiful to the naked eye or soothing to the delicate ear could erase the inevitable reality I would soon have to face head on. I shifted in my seat as my stomach roiled at the thought of what the next few days entailed.
Why did this have to happen? I glumly wondered.

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