Welcome to the book blitz for A LOVE TO KEEP ME WARM, an adult contemporary romance by Gina Ardito. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
About the Book
Title: A LOVE TO KEEP ME WARM
Author: Gina Ardito
Release Date: November 10, 2017
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
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After living in the carnival world, Polina Kominski is anxious to put down roots and build a life that includes a permanent home and, someday, a family. But first, she has to spend Christmas in Kraków, Poland to satisfy the final request of her late mother. Angry at having her strings pulled one last time, she’s resigned to follow the detailed instructions left to her, but refuses to believe the superstitions and allusions to magic Mom wants her to experience. And what’s with number eight on her mother’s itinerary, Kiss a Stranger?
To avoid facing his family’s sins, international banker, Rhys Linsey, will travel the lengths of the globe in his quest to regain the collection of ancient artifacts stolen from him years ago. When he runs into Polina on a Kraków street, he volunteers to help her experience the beauty of the holiday while sharing the history and folklore of this charming city. No matter how much she denies the existence of magic, he’s determined to prove her wrong.
Christmas in Kraków weaves a powerful spell, but Polina is running toward her future, while Rhys is stubbornly mired in the past. Can the magic of the holiday extend beyond December to bring Rhys and Polina full-circle to love?
Rhys receives an invitation to his parents’ wedding anniversary party and confronts his sister via online chat:
The last missive in the pile was an embossed heavy-weight envelope with familiar flowery writing on the outside. He lifted the envelope to his nose, sniffed. She still used the same scented paper. Or was he the only lucky recipient of this particular perfume because she wanted him to remember all the memories entrenched inside? He wouldn’t put it past her to resort to emotional blackmail to get a rise out of him. That had always been one of Eliza’s most devious tricks.
Already knowing what he’d find inside, he tore open the flap. Sure enough, an invitation greeted him. A very personal invitation, including the added postscript, It would mean a lot to your family if you came.
Well, he supposed he should RSVP since she went to all this trouble for him. Mailing back the response card wouldn’t do. Neither would a phone call. Maybe she was online? He’d love to see her face, even via cyberspace. It would be good to revisit, to tease her about her overbite for old times’ sake.
He powered on his laptop and accessed his chat function. Lo and behold, her name appeared in his list of “online now” associates. Naturally. Eliza was the ultimate night owl. He typed a quick, “Ahoy, E!” to her and waited. It didn’t take long before her pretty face—with the adorable, but prominent overbite—appeared on his screen.
“Well, well,” she purred. “Look who decided to be sociable this year. And to think I thought I’d have to wait until the end of the decade to hear from you. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
He waved the ivory envelope near his screen. “I got your invitation.”
“And you didn’t immediately chuck it in the nearest dust bin? Progress. I’m honored.”
“How are you, Eliza?”
“I’m well, Rhys. But, what’s going on with you? Mum said you called her the other night, and now, here you are, tagging me to chat? Are you dying or something?”
He chuckled. “Sorry to disappoint. I’ve met somebody. She’s got me rethinking my priorities.”
A smug smile split her apple cheeks. “Would this be the same somebody who had you thanking our parents for your idyllic upbringing?”
“Mother told you about that, huh?”
She snorted. “You’re lucky she didn’t alert the media.” She curled her fingers in air quotes. “The Prodigal Son is returning to the fold.”
“It wasn’t that big a deal.”
“It was to her. She broke down crying when she told me.”
Oh, for heaven’s sake. “Happy tears or angry tears?” Their mother was known to cry both. Delighted when a chipmunk scampered across their lawn, she could fall into a full-on weepfest if that same chipmunk got attacked by the neighbor’s cat.
“Happy,” Eliza told him. “Most definitely, happy.” She leaned closer to the camera, her face filling his screen and warming his heart. “Tell me about your somebody.”
“Why? You need to hear the gossip before Sara does?”
She clucked her tongue. “Couldn’t I just be concerned about my wayward brother?”
“Since always. We love you, Rhys. Even Sara. You have no idea how much your phone call the other night meant to all of us.”
“Including our father?”
She sighed. “Still nursing that grudge?” His lips tightened into a grimace, but the groan escaped anyway, and she pointed a finger at him, laughing. “My God. You’re still afraid of him?”
“I’ve never been afraid of him. I just don’t want to be tainted by association.”
“You’ve been running away from him since you could walk.”
“Wrong. How can you all just forget what he did? To Mom? To us?” His voice rose in anger—as it always did when the subject of his father’s shenanigans came up, and he shook his head to give himself time to calm down again. “Trust me,” he said in a much softer tone. “I’m better off being far away from Father for a decade or two.”
“I’d say that, after fourteen years away from home, you’ve made your point.” When he didn’t reply, she added, “Oh, for heaven’s sake! Come home, Rhys. Bring your somebody with you. I’m betting Mum would love the chance to meet the woman. By the by, what is her real name?”
“None of your business.”
She tapped a finger on her chin. “Hmm. A trifle long for the place card, but I’ll do my best to fit it. I don’t suppose she’d let me abbreviate it to ‘None,’ do you?”
About the Author
I kill houseplants. There. Now you know one of my greatest shames. I’m not boasting. I just figure that if you’re reading this, you’re looking for more than how wonderful life is as a writer. So here are a few more of my flaws:
I sing all the time. I sing in the car. In the shower. While I’m grocery shopping. And I headbop while I sing. When I’m not singing, I talk to myself. Just ignore me and move on. You get used to it after a while. I don’t eat my vegetables. Seriously. I’d rather have a cookie. I’m extremely fair-skinned and could burn under a 60-watt light bulb. I can’t sleep without background noise. If it’s too dark and too quiet, all I have are my thoughts. And even *I* don’t want to be alone with my thoughts.
Don’t ask me to Zumba, line dance, or march in the parade. I have absolutely no rhythm. Regrets. I have more than a few. My favorite activity is sleep. I don’t clock a lot of hours, but I powernap like a Persian cat and rejuvenate within ten minutes. I consider shopping and dining out excellent therapy for anything wrong in my life. My feet are always cold. Always. My husband claims it’s because I’m an alien sent to Earth to destroy him. (He might be right about that.)
Coming to my house for a visit? Unless you’ve given me plenty of advance notice, be prepared. My floor will not be vacuumed, there will be dishes in my sink, and I only make my bed when I change the sheets once a week (I’m climbing back into it ASAP. Why make it?) Housecleaning is not high on my priority list. Okay, to be totally honest, it’s not on the list at all. I can resist anything…except ice cream.
Since this is our first date, I figure I’ve revealed enough secrets for now. But if you’ve read this bio and think I might be the author for you, pick up one of my books. You won’t be disappointed.
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