Saturday, October 26, 2013

CAN'T GO HOME by Anglisa Stone: Spotlight & Giveaway


by: Angelisa Stone


Everyone has secrets; secrets meant to be kept—hidden away where nobody can discover the truth.  Adrian O’Donnell (aka: Dre Donley) is no exception.  Dre spins tales and half-truths like it’s his job, keeping the reality of his past buried deep within each lie he fabricates.  On the other hand, Kathryn Howell is the exception to the rule.  She’s a straight-shooter, a tell-it-like-it-is, no filter kind of girl.  

Kathryn’s honesty and straightforwardness is the ultimate turn on for a guy like Dre.  He’s never met someone so sincere, so full of truth and innocence.  Their chemistry is unavoidable, their connection, magnetic.  When Dre sets out to make Kathryn fall for him, he doesn’t realize the grave mistake he’s making.  Kathryn’s strength and convictions do not falter, even for an irresistible man like Dre. When his past resurfaces, and the lies come tumbling forth, Kathryn must decide if his deceit and betrayal can be forgiven or if the damage is irreparable. Will the truth ultimately destroy the relationship that neither one of them could deny or even attempt to resist? 

This novel is for mature readers only, due to language and sexual content.  


“Duh…sometimes, I think I should be the one with a Master’s in English,” she jabs, rolling her eyes.  

Sydney pulled a full four semesters in college with a 1.9 GPA when she decided that college was only for “ugly people who couldn’t get by on their looks.”  Hey, I warned you; she’s a bitch.

Continuing, Syd says, “Seventh grade Katie didn’t think she was good enough for Todd. And now…now…24-year-old Kathryn doesn’t think she’s good enough for Dre.”  

The server brings Syd’s wine, and pours her a glass while simultaneously staring straight down her blouse.  I’m actually impressed that he didn’t spill the Merlot in her lap.  “I’m just saying, Hon, if we’re going to have a party, can it not be one of your ‘woe-is-me-pity-parties?’ They’re so lame and such a buzz kill.”

“Buzz kill?  That’s your first sip,” I counter.

“Oh that’s right.  I’m sorry I’m late.  I had a lunch date with my director.  A liquid lunch…in his office…on his desk.” Sydney laughs, throwing her head back as the men in the restaurant gawk and probably adjust themselves.  

“You’re telling me that I sat here by myself for lunch while you were getting drunk and screwing your director…again?” I ask incredulously.  When would I ever learn? 

“Don’t get all pissy.  You need to lighten up and start getting in the game,” she says.  “Katie….I mean ‘Kathryn,’ I’m sure there are men out there, maybe this Dre guy, who want to do you too.  You just have to grab the ball and slam dunk it.”  Did she really just say “maybe” guys want to have sex with me?  She’s unbelievable. 

Sydney turns sideways in her chair, hiking her skirt up around her thighs, crossing one long leg over the other, revealing more leg than both of mine put together.  “Watch this,” she commands.  Sydney leans over and feigns buckling her already-buckled high-heeled, strappy sandal.  As she sits back up, she lightly trails her hand back up her leg and then finally flips her hair over her shoulder.  Within five seconds, the busboy and server are at our table refilling our waters and clearing my plates.  “You have to sell the merchandise.  You want this Dre guy, then make him want you.”

“I never said I wanted him,” I add quietly, looking at my empty iced tea glass.

“You never said you didn’t either,” Sydney says.  

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