Today we have the release day blitz for GUY HATER by J. Sterling! Check it out and grab your copy today!
Title: GUY HATER
Author: J. Sterling
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Day: October 9th
From New York Times Bestseller, J. Sterling, comes a sexy new STANDALONE romance novel.
Frank Fisher is quiet, pensive, and sexy as hell. He’s also stuck in a loveless relationship, bound by a promise he made years ago. It’s one he intends to keep, no matter the cost.
The night Claudia walks into his bar, both his life and his perspective are forever changed. She’s feisty, strong, independent and everything he never knew he needed. She’s also everything he never knew he wanted, and now he’s torn.
Will Frank follow his heart, or will guilt and obligation continue to rule his life? Choices aren’t always easy, especially when you’re a man, and Frank’s indecision may cost him more than he’s willing to lose.
NOW AVAILABLE WITH KINDLE UNLIMITED!
Let me start out by saying this bar is awesome. The names of the drinks are epic. I would love to go to Sam’s in real life. I would try them all. (No I’m not an alcoholic, yet. But it just sounds like so much fun!)
I didn’t read No Bad Days. I didn’t even realize this was part of a series. I saw the title and cracked up. That was it. I needed the book. Then I read the blurb and it was destiny. I had to have it. So here I am fangirling over the angst riddled situation I found myself in…
Love sucks. Love is kind.
Love is a vile b!tch who stomps on those around her. Love is patient.
There are two sides to every coin and in this case even knowing that hurts. Life isn’t always black and white, honestly, it almost never is. And this story brings that point home more than others…
It’s all perception, feelings, or beliefs. Guy Hater is going to test all of yours. You will have strong feelings too. I just hope that whichever way you lean- you listen to the other side. (Psst, Ryan! Since I’m helping you by helping Frank, my number is….)
Enjoy the atmosphere, the drinks, and the incredible family at Sam’s. You won’t regret it! Oh and don’t forget to share your #FishWish
reviewed for Naughty Book Blog
In the time it took to throw a baseball or swing a bat, everything I’d worked so hard for as long as I could remember was gone. If I could have snapped my fingers to reiterate the point to myself, I would have.
But I couldn’t.
Because my fucking shoulder was destroyed, and I couldn’t move my arm.
My girlfriend’s voice cut through my pity party, and I turned my head to meet her eyes. My relationship with Shelby was brand new, we’d only recently started dating, and I was certain it was about to end as quickly as it had begun.
I expected to find her looking either as sad or as devastated as I was, but she wasn’t. She seemed calm, a small smile tugging at her lips. She was a sweet girl, someone I could fall in love with someday. Well, as much as I could fall in love with anything other than baseball.
But there was no baseball for me anymore.
What the hell was I going to do with my life? I had no backup plan because there was never a reason to. Getting hurt had never crossed my mind . . . all I’d been able to think about was going pro.
“How long have you been here?” I tried not to sound like a dick, but my thoughts were focused on life-changing questions like, What am I going to do now? Who am I going to be?
Shelby shrugged, and her long brown hair fell over her shoulder.
“You don’t have to stay,” I grumbled. “I know you have classes.”
She pulled her chair closer to my bed. “I’ve already talked to my professors. I’m going to stay, if that’s okay.”
“Are you sure? You realize my career’s over, right?” I practically barked at her. “You sure you want to hang out with a has-been?” It was irrational and mean, but I was mad and she was the only one in the room with me, so I directed my frustration at her.
She stiffened a little before relaxing, reaching out to rest a hand on my left arm. “I’m sure. I won’t pretend to know how you’re feeling right now, Frank. I can only imagine how hard this is for you and how sad you must be, but I never liked you because you were a baseball player.”
“No? That had nothing to do with it?” Too late, I realized that now I totally sounded like a complete dick.
Shelby narrowed her eyes for a second before letting out a soft sigh. “I like your dedication and work ethic. But that’s a part of your character and it has nothing to do with baseball. I love the person you are, not the person you thought you were going to become. I don’t care if you’re a baseball player or a plumber as long as you’re happy.”
I reached for her hand and squeezed it with my good one because I knew she meant the things she was telling me. Even though I was pissed off about everything I’d just lost, I still had one very important thing. And she was sitting right next to me, refusing to give up on me. I never knew how much I needed that kind of acceptance until Shelby sat there patiently, giving it to me willingly, no matter how frustrated I was.
Over the next few weeks, even my former teammates disappeared. They still had the game, their dreams within reach, and seeing me only reminded them of how easily it could all be stolen away. They stopped asking if I was okay, how I was feeling, and finally, they stopped coming around altogether. That was another blow to my ego, watching them drift away one by one. Guys I’d thought were like brothers just walked away as if I’d never mattered.
But not Shelby. She never left my side.
When I finally declared a new major and switched my focus to business management and finance, hanging up my cleats for good, she encouraged me and told me I’d be great at it. All the days when I didn’t believe in myself, she believed in me enough for the two of us. I don’t think I would have gotten through that time in my life without her.
Funny how things can change.
About the Author
I got fired from my last job.
I know you’re sitting there thinking, “Jenn, how could anyone in their right mind fire someone like you?” And I’d love to give you a good reason, but the truth is that sometimes being all sorts of awesome isn’t fun for other people. They don’t always tend to like it. lol
So I picked my pride off the floor, bought a laptop and started writing my first book. And you know what I realized? Writing stories that meant something to me was a million times better than working my ass off for someone who didn’t really care about anything other than the bottom line.
My soul has never felt more satisfied.
My heart has never been more full.
I’ve never worked so hard in my life, but I love every second of it. I truly do.
It is SO worth it.
All of it.
The journey it took to get to this point- I wouldn’t change a thing.