MisGiving Hearts by J.Haney & S.I. Hayes is on virtual book tour. The interracial romantic suspense stops at Readeropolis with an excerpt.
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MisGiving
Hearts
by
J.Haney & S.I. Hayes
Genre:
Interracial Romantic Suspense
They
thought they were safe in their elite little world. They couldn’t
have been more wrong.
When
Charity Daniels was seventeen she fell in love with Literature, and a
man who taught it. Their forbidden love was held back until
graduation, until legally she could be his.
Flash
forward three years, Charity is studying at Yale and still in love
with her Princeton Man.
Quinn
(Q) Everett is on scholarship at Yale, and finds himself inexplicably
in Charity’s path. He tries to stay away, but his mouthy best
friend thinks he knows better. Suddenly it’s lunches and crashing
private plans for the duo just to see her.
But
their flirtations do not go unseen, and Logan’s love turns and goes
from jealousy to murderous intent.
Can
these unproven lovers stay the course and avoid the devious plot of a
scorn man or will everything crash and burn?
*Trigger
warning: Violence
**Strong
Sexual Situations
**Only
.99 cents!!**
J.
Haney was born and raised in Kentucky, currently residing in Greenup
County, Kentucky with her family, where she is the proud mamma to
Jessalyn Kristine and co-owner to Proud Momma Designs, which she runs
with her amazing Momma. J. Haney’s work tends to lean toward sweet
and sexy, with suspenseful undertones giving her readers something to
hold onto. It’s what she calls Real Life Romance.
S.I.
Hayes was born and bred in New England, currently living in Ohio.
Running around Connecticut, she used all of her family and friends as
inspiration for her many novels. When not writing Paranormal Drama or
Erotic Romance she can be found drawing one of many fabulous book
covers or teasers, to see them check out her web site.
The
pair met while working for a previous publisher and became fast
friends, their split dynamics and views on life, family and love in
general led to the idea of A County Fair Romance and A Sex,
Drugs and Rock Romance adding to it Working Class Beauties
and soon Kincaid Falls. Along with various Standalone novels.
So, keep your eyes open and a fresh pair of panties close by, you
know just in case.
Where
to find J. Haney
Where
to find S.I. Hayes
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4-Quinn
WHO SAYS INDEED? I can’t help but smirk as this little white bread country girl pops off her mouth. She’s cute, but not really my type, she’s too skinny and bordering on midget status. Although, she does have pretty eyes. They’re this pale sorta blue, almost steely, very much like my pup’s, truth be told. I look back at Stryker, and he’s making some headway with Hope, but that ain’t no thing. She’s pretty much game with anyone who won’t smack her around and brag about it. I’m not slut shaming or anything, it’s just how it is.
Charity comes out through the house and already has her purse slung across her chest. Like I’m gonna steal it, right? Whatever. I hold up Lilly to hand off to her and she reaches out her hand to pet the baby’s face. This has a most unfortunate effect. The puppy gets over excited and starts peeing everywhere!
“Shit!” I put Lilly down. “I’m sorry!” I apologize. I tear off the shirts that are covered in pee, not wanting that on me, and use them to start wiping at her shoes and legs.
She steps back, “I’ll, um, be okay.”
“Dude, you barely know her!” Stryker laughs, making a bowing motion. It’s then that I realize this looks like a scene out of Roots or some shit. Some white girl with a stripped-down brother bowing at her feet. I get up, shaking my head.
“Hope, I’m gonna go steal a shirt,” Charity says.
“Grab shorts too, looks like your pants took a hit.” Hope points out. Sure enough, this pup did a right good job.
“Hey, uh, at least let me take it down to the laundry. The least I can do is get it clean for ya. Washers are just over there in the office.” I point to the left where the management office is.
“Mickie’s probably got something that’ll fit ya better,” Stryker suggests, grabbing his girl, Bonnie, who incidentally is Lily’s momma.
“Yeah? Where is that mangy sister of yours?” Hope pushes Stryker playfully. “Char, you remember Michelle Jordan. She used to follow me around till I transferred. Pretty, a little awkward, goes by Mickie now.”
“No! There ain’t no frickin way!”
“Excuse me?” Stryker is getting defensive, and I’m getting cold.
“It’s just, you look nothing alike, so I don’t know… Poor girl?”
“Poor? You hear this Chica?” Stryker asks me as he points at her.
“If I don’t go inside and get a wipe-down and a new shirt, my balls are gonna abscond from the cold. Could we go inside? Please?”
“We wouldn’t want a man to lose his balls, so yeah, we probably should.” Charity points for us to lead on.
I head for my place and Stryker for his. Not looking back, I lose the shoes and my pants are gone by the time I hit the bathroom tile. I jump in right quick, give it all a dab of wash and a rinse, then waddle my air-drying ass to the bedroom for clothes. It takes maybe ten minutes before I emerge and am scared shitless by Charity standing in my living room looking around, her back to me.
“Uh, I thought you went to get clothes?” I ask, my instinct to cover what’s already covered tapping at the front of my orbital lobe. Did she follow me in? How much did she see? I did turn toward her and she didn’t make a peep.
My insecurity turns to swagger in my chest and I smile at her nervous movements. “I wasn’t following your buddy, especially once Hope went in.”
I run my hand over my wet head. “Yeah, that’s been building since he got back.” I step toward her. “Look, you just want to borrow a pair of sweats and a T from me? We can get that stuff washed with mine before it starts to reek.” I point upstairs.
“Considering they’re takin’ forever, yeah, whatever. Let’s just get this over with.”
“Bathroom’s right there, there’s soap and stuff if you want to clean up. I’ll just grab the clothes and leave them outside there on the chair. Does that work?”
“Um, okay.” She sounds out of sorts, but heads for the washroom just the same. I hear the water run, so I take off to get clothes. A few minutes go by, and I’m startled by a shriek followed immediately by my dad apologizing right before screaming my name. I get to the top of the stairs and there’s Pop, hands on hips.
“Boy, you wanna tell me who the half-naked white woman in my bathroom is?”
“In a minute.” I move to the bathroom and tap the door. “I’m sorry, here’s clothes,” I whisper through the door. The door pops open, the clothes are snatched, then the door creaks shut quickly.
“White girl?”
“She’s a classmate, Pop.”
“Is she now? Sure she’s not some basic bitch off the block? Does she like Pumpkin Spice? Or is it S’mores now? I can’t keep that company straight every damn season.”
“Actually, she’s a Dunkin’ girl.”
“Mmhm.” Pop rolls his shoulders, looking around. “You didn’t come in this house with shoes on, did you? We just had them redo the carpets!”
“Sorry. I forgot.”
“Well, you had better hope you all didn’t track mud in here.” He looks back and shuts up as Charity comes into view. She looks like a little girl with how baggy my stuff is on her. She looks like my baby sister would if she were still with us. Finn was a beautiful girl, just a year younger than me and tiny like Charity. Her smile could light up even the darkest of rooms. I think Pop’s thoughts went to her as well because he’s gone uncharacteristically quiet.
“I- I’m sorry.”
He sighs. “For scaring the piss out of me, you should be. But I should have knocked. I shouldn’t have assumed you were my son. Though, in my defense, he rarely ever brings people, especially females, into this house. My name is Quentin.” He puts out his hand.
“Charity.” She takes his hand and he gives me the Yup, basic white bitch look. I shake my head at him, then look at the bag in her arms. She went through the cabinets and found the garbage bags. Smart girl.
“You- we should get that stuff washed.”
“I got your stuff too, you just sorta left it.” She holds up the bags.
“Yeah? Thanks, I wasn’t even thinking.”
“You two sure nothing’s goin’ on?”
“Positive, Pop. Lilly got excited, peed everywhere.”
“Not in the house? I told you!” Pop gets heated.
“No, Pop. We were outside, she won’t come here till she’s seen the vet again like we agreed. Now, we gotta go. Alright?”
“Yeah,” Pop huffs. “Nice meeting you,” he adds as I urge Charity toward the front door and out of the apartment.
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