Thursday, August 25, 2016

*~Singleish and Secondhand Purses Are Free From August 25-29~*

Singelish and Secondhand Purses by Elizabeth Butts will be FREE from August 25-29 before the release of Thirty Happens on August 30. Grab your copies now!!!


BOOK: Singleish
RELEASE DATE:  May 22, 2015 

BLURB:
Ashley MacKillop has it all figured out. She has her boyfriend, a house, a good (if not exciting job). Everything is going according to plan, and everything is fitting into the nice, tidy, neat-freak boxes she’s created for herself.
Until he walks away. Until he says he needs a break. Until he says he’s done. But he forgot to break up with her. Was she part of a couple anymore? Was she single?
A red-wine fueled therapy session with her three closest friends has Ashley trying all sorts of things that force her to break out of her comfort zone and figure out who she is when there’s no man involved.
In the end, what defines a woman? Is it the man she’s with? Is it the friends she keeps? Is it the copious amounts of red wine that she consumes? Or is it who she is when no one is watching?
Will she decide she needs a man in her life? Will she even want him back if he were to come back?


 

 
 EXCERPT:
Laughing I stood up, and quietly started emptying our cooler.  I ran out to the ocean and filled it with the cool water of the Atlantic Ocean.  Quietly tiptoeing back, I stood so that I was between my friends.  In a quick move I poured the icy water on all three of them, laughing at their shrieks as I threw the cooler away and started running. 
I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I’m pretty sure I heard the word “war”.
As I was running, I managed to run smack into a brick wall.  Or, at least that’s what it felt like.  When my back hit the sand I hissed, it was unreal how hot white sand could get.  I looked, shading my eyes and almost wet myself.  I was pretty darned certain that the vision that was before me, reaching out his hand, had posed for Michelangelo and boasted the name of David.  It was an hallelujah moment where I swear the angels were singing in the background.  Opening my eyes I saw turquoise eyes, blond hair and muscles.  Oh, so many muscles.  My lady parts started singing the Hallelujah Chorus along with the angels.  My lady parts seemed to have a mind of their own these days, and apparently they could sing in harmony.  It turned out that I had run into the frat boy volleyball game.  Mental happy dance.
My brick wall winked at me, and started to help me up.  I won’t lie, I did the damsel in distress thing.  Limp hand raised up to my knight in shining speedo.  I was expecting sweeping kiss, one that transported me to another place and time.  I was expecting an invitation to dinner, a wine and dine experience, that might possibly (would most definitely) end up in naked wrestling in the bedroom.  I should be exhibiting some level of shame.  I couldn’t even begin to issue a summons for that shame right now.  But then, my handsome ‘David’ looked up, his face went pale, and instead of whispering ‘mi amore’ he shouted “holy shit!”  Okay, that did not fit into my fantasy.  I tipped my head back, opened one eye and was treated to an upside down, monocle vision of my friends charging towards me.  I was screwed.
I felt myself pulled away from my handsome frat boy, my arms being pulled towards the water.  Damn, those women were strong.  Opening my eyes I saw Prince Charming waving goodbye to me somewhat sheepishly.  I flipped him off.  Bad Prince Charming.
 
 

 
 BOOK: Secondhand Purses
RELEASE DATE: January 19, 2016

BLURB:
One Moment.
Once careless moment that can shred your heart and start building walls brick by brick.
It just takes one moment to change a person.
Ten years ago, Alex was a cautious teen who didn’t make friends easily. Somehow, miraculously, she found a lifelong friend and mentor. Even more miraculously, she fell in love.
Just when Alex’s world was finally turning into something she loved, her one moment happened. She went from sweet and vulnerable to snarky hard edges.
Everyone has that friend. The one who will tell you what she thinks, even if you don’t want to hear it. The one that would throw herself in front of a train for you once you were ‘in’. The one that hides her pain behind her sarcasm. That friend is Alex.
But when the center of her moment reenters her life suddenly, what is she supposed to do? Will her world implode on itself again? Will she end up in prison for murder? Or will things somehow end up like she’d always wanted? 



EXCERPT:
I opened the door and nearly had a 1800s English romance novel level swoon.
I mean, seriously. Dayum.
I had to fight myself not to touch. How had I not noticed until now that Nick had tattoos? So my dream guy from my teen years has the dark Italian looks I seemed to crave, rode a motorcycle and had tattoos? My uterus was practically begging me at this point to just give it up already and make babies with this man. Or at least try to make babies. A freaking lot.
“Hey, Alex? My eyes are up here.”
Nope, pretty sure they weren’t. His teasing voice was trying to break through my thick skull as I salivated over biceps, abs and ink.
I shook my head to get the lust induced fuzz out of it, glared at him, and stepped back.
“Let me just get my purse and a bottle of water. You want one?”
“No thanks. I’ve got one in the truck.”
“Okay.”
I turned to walk away and felt his hand wrap against my wrist. I looked down at his hand in shock, the warmth flowing up my arm from where he held on to me.
He pulled me sharply towards, him, so that I ended up falling into him.
“This seems to be our favorite position.” His voice had taken on a deeper, huskier tone. This was dangerous territory. I needed to regain control of the situation, stat. My brain was trying to pull away from him, but I imagined that my girl parts had wrapped my brain in duct tape, put a gag in its mouth and was cheering me on from the sidelines.
I reached a hand to his chest to start to push him away from me. Ugh, he definitely worked out. I looked up to start speaking and was staring up into hot chocolate eyes.
In my defense, I did push him away. A little. He must have felt it, too, because he reached up and wrapped his other hand around mine and held it tighter to his chest.
I couldn’t have torn my eyes from his if you’d paid me a million dollars. Seriously, every cell in my body was frozen in place at this moment.
Nick slowly lowered his head towards mine. My heart was pounding. Oh my God, was I about to have a heart attack?  Well, I really didn’t care at this moment, it was a kind of worth dying right now, heart stopping moment.
 
 
COMING AUGUST 30
 

BOOK: Thirty Happens
RELEASE DATE: August 30, 2016
 
BLURB:
Turning thirty is a big deal. Getting married is also a big deal. Karyn’s about to do both, and she’s freaking out about it. From the outside looking in, anyone would think that she’s got it all going on. Amazing fiancĂ© who adores her, job as the top reporter in town and a group of amazing friends. But Karyn had dreams as a kid. She had these amazing, huge goals. She was so close to achieving them, too.

However, as life has a tendency to do, it took a detour. And now she’s turning thirty and it turns out she is nowhere near where she thought she would be at this point in her life. Amidst turning thirty and getting married, she can’t help but ask herself the question:

‘If I could go back and change directions… would I?’
Would you? 


 


EXCERPT:
“Nothing. I have nothing.”
Ashley pointedly looked around my room where I had a pile of clothes on the bed, clothes in the closet and in the dresser as well.
“Yeah, I can see you’re totally suffering. I should contact the local churches that you are in dire need and that a clothing drive needs to be coordinated as soon as possible.”
“Shut up.”
I reached for the first thing my fingers touched and threw it at her.
“Ewwwwww, ohmigawd. You just threw your thong undies at me? Seriously? What kind of sick and twisted bitch are you?”
She flung them off of her and then pretended to retch. At least I thought she was pretending.
I went and picked up my Victoria’s Secret knock offs and dangled them over her head.
“C’mon Ash, I thought you were my best friend. Don’t you want my panties on you?”
She shrieked like a little girl. The sound shocked me at first, and then hysteria set in.
“Seriously. You have issues.”
“Ain’t that the truth.”
We sat on the floor with our backs to the foot of our bed, surrounded by clothing.
“Tell me about this guy again.”
“Okay, well, he’s a teensy bit older than me. Not like crypt keeper old, but like, distinguished, sophisticated older. He has some silver in his hair and eye crinkles, but I don’t see liver spots and a walker in his near future.”
“Dude, you want to marry grandpa?”
“Ugh, no. Seriously, Ash. There’s just something about him.”
“What’s his name, again?”
“Chris. Chris Smyth.”
Her eyes bugged out at this.
“You’re dating Chris Smyth?” Her voice had gotten really low, almost a reverent whisper.
“Uh, well, I’m going on a date with him. We’ll see where it goes from there.”
I knew where I wanted it to go from there. I wouldn’t let that happen on the first date, though. I mean, only nasty chicks let that happen on the first date, right? I started chewing on my lower lip.
I could be nasty.
“So how do you know Chris?”
I was interested in knowing if she was going to be some form of competition.
She rolled her eyes at me.
“Karyn, everyone in town knows Chris. We all pretty much voted for him.”
“You what?”
“Do you know anything about him? Anything at all?”
“Well, I know he owns businesses, plural, and owns commercial properties that he leases to smaller businesses.”
“And he’s a town selectman.”
I just stared at her, unblinking.
“Like as in a politician. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure he’s one of the best we have, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the head of it all at some point. Everyone loves him.”
“Great. Just great. I find a guy who actually really interests me, like, one that I felt a freaking jolt over and he’s a freaking town celebrity. I mean, he’s not married, he’s sexy as hell. Why did he have to be a damn politician? I even text broke up with Ryan over this.”


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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Elizabeth Butts is a 38 year old new author who only started writing in January 2015. 
She lives in West Wareham, MA with her husband, Mike, and their twelve animals.  No, she has never seen the show ‘Hoarders’ and doesn’t understand why people keep asking her that.
She has been an avid reader since the age of three, and her mom always said she expected Beth would write a book. 
A little gentle nudging (aka, serious kicking and shoving) from writer A. E. Murphy and Singleish was born. 
One year after Singleish was started, Secondhand Purses is being published.
Elizabeth works full time as a Payroll and Benefits Manager for a popular restaurant company in Massachusetts, as well as a part time HR Manager for an Executive Functional Coaching company near Boston.  She volunteers at a local animal shelter.
 
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