Monday, April 7, 2014

Blog Tour: Stealing Tim by S.L. Siwik

Title: Stealing Time
Author. S.I. Siwik
Release: March 31, 2014
Delaney Beaumont is more likely to flip you the bird than she is to say hello. A workaholic during the week as a free-lance graphic designer, by weekend she's a partying alcoholic. Laney's MO is always the same: party and drink until she blacks out. Every weekend she wakes up in bed with a strange man and no memory of how she wound up there. But, she doesn't care. Because when she leaves his apartment, she'll never see him again. It's the way she's gone about it for years and it suits her needs just fine.
That is...until the day she wakes up in Jackson Turner's bed.
Jackson Turner is a tattoo artist and owner of four shops in the Colorado area. He wanted Delaney from the moment he set eyes on her. Their night together is nothing short of crazy, and Jackson knows that he has to have Laney in his life for good. Convincing her, while dealing with the consequences of their night together, will be easier said than done.
If you love someone set them free. Then get ready with a bottle of Jack.
How do you get over the loss and death of the love of your life?  How can you move on from that utter devastation?
"...people hit the self-destruct button when they've lost something in their life so incredible; they can't fathom a way to pick up the pieces and move on.  So, we act reckless in hopes of feeling.  Because those few moments of insanity make us feel alive again, remind us that air still fills our lungs, that we're capable of feeling anything but pain.  That we're still here.  It's what happens to people who can't end their lives, who are left in a limbo status - not quite alive, but not quite dead either."
Delaney is trying to live her life the best way that she knows how after the loss of her best friend and husband Bradley.  Her escape is drinking herself into oblivion until her alter ego "Double D" makes an appearance.  Double D allows her to live without feeling.  Delaney never remembers her night time escapades until Jackson comes along.  He completely shakes up her world and makes her open herself up for the first time.  Can Delaney accept Jackson's love for her and her own feelings toward him?
"You keep cutting me open Jackson, and all that's pouring out is love.  So much that I don't even know what to do.  It feels like I can't even breathe it's so overwhelming.  You're making me feel too much, and I've turned it off for so long.  It's hitting me all at once and it's painful."
Just when I thought that Delaney and Jackson would find their HEA.....WHAMMO!!!!  Holy surprise out of left field!  I thoroughly enjoyed this book and I HIGHLY recommend reading it!!  - Kelly
A loud buzzing sound goes off and I moan out in pain from my head pounding. Grabbing the silk wrapped pillow, I throw it over my head as I bury myself into the mattress like an ostrich into the sand. Hmm, I like the feel of the material against my naked body. So, I fucked someone last night with nice sheets. Score!
I searched my addled brain to remember what happened the night before.
Here are the facts that I remember: I drank a shit ton of Jaeger Bombs last night at Club Indigo before blacking out. Where am I? No fuckin’ clue. Who’s next to me? Your guess is probably better than mine. I’m not too worried though, because Double D, that’s Drunk Delaney, the person who comes out in me when I blackout, has never done me wrong. My pussy senses hotness in a five mile radius, and Double D, she’s a deal closer. So, I’m not freaking out about all of my unknowns right now, because that’s part of the fun- trying to piece together the ‘what the fuck happened’ from the night before. Usually I don’t get answers, and I’m alright with that too. Because whoever this is next to me had his one night of glory. His five minutes of fame in my world. I don’t ride stallions a second time. I don’t do ‘do overs’ either. I don’t even bother with names.  What’s the point? When I walk out that door, I’ll never see them again. This is how it’s been for the last six years, and it suits me just fine.
“Turn that off!” I grumble, smacking something hard next to me. I wince in pain, sure that my hand hurts more than whatever I just smashed into.
I hear a loud groaning sound before a warm body turns towards me, pressing up against me. A strong arm slides around my waist, pulling me even closer. Soft warm lips kiss my neck before a trimmed beard brushes against my shoulder, tickling me.  Hard body, strong arm, soft lips…aside from the raging hang over, not a bad way to wake up.
Author Bio:
I live in NJ with my husband, daughter, dog, and beta fish. I love going out with my daughter on the weekends, drink a pot of coffee a day, and hate wearing make-up. I love finding new book boyfriends, and I love writing down the stories that pop into my head. But, most of all...I love hearing from you!
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