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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Beautifully Awake/ Beautifully Done- EXTRAS! (excerpts and deleted scene) by Riley Mackenzie


Beautifully  Awake Beautifully Done 
Extras

There were so many amazing goodies in the posts for the blog tour, I decided to do another post, so you don’t miss out!

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Beautifully  Awake (Beautifully Awake #1)  
By Riley Mackenzie 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 18+ 
Publication Date: September 26, 2013 
Event Organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.


Synopsis

Diagnosis: Sleep-running
Treatment: Truth 
Prognosis: Beautifully Awake

Lili Porter hates the rain. Bad things happen in the rain. As a small town social worker dedicated to protecting children, she is forced to start over to escape her rural disaster. Determined to follow her father’s advice—head up and chin high—Lili finds herself in a new city, taking on a new system, this time healthcare. In doing so, she gets something she never expected, an intimate behind-the-scenes look at life in the hospital.

 Lili learns that a surgeon’s hands have the power to heal more than physical wounds. And a prescription for truth can cure three years of sleep running and leave you beautifully awake 


Excerpt
I washed up and had just enough time to tug on a clean tank and thong and then climbed back into bed. I heard his footsteps. Excitement and relief washed through me. A small part of me feared he might have changed his mind, but my insecurity vanished the second his chiseled face appeared from the darkness.
His shirt hung open. He folded his arms across his chest and casually leaned against the wall, studying me like the MRI images he methodically memorized before each surgery.
“You moved?” His lips parted into a half grin, and he shook his head disapprovingly.
“You took too long.”
“You put clothes on.”
“You might need some new clothes.” I smiled.
“You’re fucking beautiful.”
            Speechless.

Beautifully Awake- Deleted Scene

The Proposal

“What … what is this?” Lili whispered, ping-ponging her gaze between mine and the small box. Tiffany screwed up when they chose that shade of blue, they hadn’t seen my girl’s eyes.
“Overdue, that’s what it is,” I answered. She needed time to heal, so I waited. Now I was done waiting.
She opened the box and her eyes glazed with tears. “Oh my God Chase, it’s … beyond anything I could have imagined, it’s perfect.”
“Blue, you just described yourself. But this …” I slipped the blue rock on her finger. “This is just a formality. You’re already my wife, have been since the day you woke me up. That’s truth.” Because it was. 

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Beautifully Done (Beautifully Awake #2) 
By Riley Mackenzie 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 18+ 

Publication Date:  July 16, 2014

Synopsis

Diagnosis: Borrowed time 
Treatment: Trust 
Prognosis: Beautifully Done

Asher Craig drives fast, flies high, and screws hard. But make no mistake, he’s a gentleman. He learned way too young that we’re all on borrowed time. Fair or unfair, you only get one ride.

He vows to live for the moment because it’s the only time he owns. The past is beyond his control and the future may not exist. With his only loyalties being his family, he thrives for that edge where plunging over is always in the realm of possibility. 

When a beautiful familiar face tilts his axis, he re-examines everything and realizes that second chances are overrated and a lifetime of firsts are irreplaceable. In the end, it’s not her medical degree but his trust that needs to prove that the ride together is worth it ... until it’s Beautifully Done.

 ***Author's note*** Contains spoilers from Beautifully Awake. We highly recommend reading Chase and Lili's story first. For readers 18+    


Excerpt 1
We sat silent while he fetched my bottle. “So what about you?” She sounded a tad more relaxed.
“What about me?”
Her iPhone whistled with a new text. She tapped the power button, quickly blackening the screen, before she even had a chance to read the message. Clearly, I was not invited to eavesdrop. Thoughts of someone else’s sexting was a definite mood killer anyway. She dropped the phone in her bag and nailed me with her big cinnamon eyes.
“Sorry. Work.” Yeah right.
“No hidden ink? You all tatted up under this muscley situation you have going on?” She waved her hands up and down the length of my body. Somehow the tension from moments ago vanished and now the conversation was about me. Shit. How a woman could so brilliantly avoid a topic and complete a one-eighty boggled my mind. But I didn’t mind her acknowledging my body. That had to be a good sign, right?
“I pegged you for some completely over-the-top ink to your chicks all hot and bothered?”  
I shook my head for more than one reason. “I don’t need any help from a tat for that.” I loved that she blushed and tried to play it off hiding behind her clear glass.
“Whatever.”
“Don’t blush, all you have to do is ask and you are more than welcome to check out,” I copied her hand motion down my front, “my situation.” I smirked and took a pull from my beer. Her attempt at a repulsed expression was hilarious. Hey, she started it.
“Hate you.”
“No you don’t.”  
“True.” She smiled. It was just like old times. 


Excerpt 2
Pain pierced my shin and I jerked back. “What the hell was that for?” I bitched at the half pint spit-fire, sporting auburn highlights this week. Sierra changed her hair color as often as her shoes. And my luck, tonight she was in some pointy fucking boots.
“You have a freakin’ plane? For real? You never told me you had a plane! Lil, did you know Green Giant had his own private plane. And he flies it?”  
“Hold up, Green Giant?” I questioned, trying to get a word in edgewise. These two women spoke their own estrogen dialect. It could get out of control, especially when Sierra went off on a tangent. And there it was, with both hands in the air, her drink--which I assumed was a margarita--splashed down the front of her light grey sweater dress. She didn’t flinch. Sam, on the other hand, jumped to pat the excess liquid off her c cups.
Cant. Make. This. Shit. Up.
            Chase buried his head in his wife’s shoulder to hide his laughter, Lil bit her fingernail, and Dodd feigned a coughing fit.
            In her oblivion, Sierra manually removed the red-headed beauty’s hand from her chest. “I’m good, no really. Besides, it’s all padding, babe. Breastfeeding sucks the life from the girls.” If Dodd shook his head one more time he was in serious jeopardy of herniating a neck disc.
“What part don’t you get?” Sierra focused back on me. “You’re eyes resemble those crazy contacts models wear and you’re a freaking giant.” Her contorted facial expression screamed, ‘Duh.’
“We’re about the same height, sweetheart.” I thumbed toward the two men standing on either side of me.
            “Yeah, but he’s a quarterback.” She pointed to Chase. “He’s a linebacker.” She air kissed Dodd. “And you’re the sick ass wide receiver. You just look taller. Just cause.”
            Since when did she follow football? My cell started ringing and luckily I didn’t have to find out. “On that note, excuse me.” I fished it out of my black suit pants and turned my back on the crew. It was her. My balls did a happy dance. Fuck it, I was so screwed.

            “Hey you.”

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About the Authors

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Yep. That's an “s.” There are two of us!

We’re East coast girls separated by Long Island Sound who met in Physician Assistant School and have been besties ever since. We can safely say that thirteen miles of water does not get in the way because we talk or text, no exaggeration, at least 150 times a day. No, really, we do—about everything and nothing. Shockingly, we never (we mean never) run out of things to say. Umm, ever. We definitely laugh A LOT and we’re a tad sarcastic. And if we’re being totally honest, one or two people might have, on occasion, used our names and ‘dramatic’ in the same sentence. But it’s hard to trust the sources since they married us.

It only took twelve years, two husbands, five kids, two dogs, and a two-week vacation in Cape Cod later to decide the romance world needed a splash of medicine. Write what you know.
So you can easily find us at 4 o'clock on Bank Street beach with a glass of cold Prosecco brainstorming. And guaranteed if we bump into you, literally, it’s only because our iPhones are glued to our hands (totally out of our control) either writing or editing our next novel (and yes, it is possible to do from your iPhone, we mastered it … damn those straight quotations).

When we are not working on our book or reading the latest angsty romance on our kindles, you basically name it and we have it going on. Soccer, lacrosse, golf, swimming, dance, gymnastics, football, chess, baseball, basketball, skiing, ice skating, school, homework, and more school. Oh yeah, did we forget to mention our careers in medicine?

Needless to say, we realized fast that something had to go, so we opted for sleep. It’s completely overrated (yet so AMAZING) and delirium makes everything funnier. Good thing we share a brain and can pretty much complete each other’s sentences (definitely weird, we know), otherwise it might have taken us two years to write Beautifully Awake rather than one.
 So that’s our story, who we are … just add AUTHORS to the list!  

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