Welcome to the blog tour for ROOM FOR US, the first book in the adult contemporary romance series, Rose House Inn, by L.M. Halloran. See below for information on the book, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.
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Title: ROOM FOR US
Series: Rose House Inn Series #1
Author: L.M. Halloran
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 18, 2021
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Ethan Hart thinks I’m his maid. Too bad I need his money more than my pride. The intense, arrogant author has booked my entire Inn to write his next fictional masterpiece. I have no choice but to put up with his demands.
Breakfast is a daily endurance test. Making his bed and doing his wash? A different kind of torture. And that’s not even the worst part.
With his haunted eyes, frozen heart, and heated touch, Ethan makes me burn in ways I swore I never would again.
There’s no place in my life for him, nor in his for me. But six weeks together might create…
Just enough room for us.
When he doesn’t look like he wants to break things, he’s stunning. Heat spirals from my chest to my belly, a line of fire that leaves tingles in its wake.
Hoping he mistakes the cause of my red face as exertion, I cough. Loudly. “So…?”
“I don’t need anything, but it looks like you do.”
My mind cartwheels into the gutter, grabbing up all sorts of trashy thoughts. Aunt B’s romance novels have poisoned me, because all I can think about is this man—this beautiful stranger—ripping off my clothes and screwing me until I can’t walk. Preferably while whispering in my ear in a Scottish accent about all the things he’s going to do to me with his sword.
My problem is simple. It’s been too long since I had sex. Great sex, specifically. The mentally numbing kind that leaves your legs shaking and your throat sore. It’s merely bad luck that Mr. Stick Up His Ass looks the way he does. Namely, like he could throw on a kilt and some blue body paint scream “FREEEDOM!” à la Mel Gibson in Braveheart.
“Earth to Ms. Kemper?”
I blink lazily, focusing on his face. The arched brows, the pursed lips. From his tone, I gather he’s been talking to me while my brain and body took a jaunt down fantasy lane.
I haven’t been sleeping well. That’s my problem. I can’t possibly be attracted to this asshat.
“Sorry, um, what did you say?” My voice is hoarse, my face aflame.
He frowns. “I asked if you’d like some help.” He waves toward my fallen shovel. “With what you’re doing.”
“Oh! Oh. No. I mean, no, thank you.” I take the last two swallows of tea, then grab the shovel. “I’m stopping for the day. But thanks for offering, and for the iced tea!”
I book it toward the garden shed on the side of the house, not looking back.
About the Author
When not writing or reading, the author enjoys walking barefoot, subjecting her husband to questionable recipes, and chasing her spirited daughter. She’s a rabid fan of coffee, moon-gazing, and small dogs that resemble Ewoks. Home is Portland, Oregon.