{New Release w/Giveaway} Stirred by Sylvie Fox @sylviefoxbooks @InkSlingerPR

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It's release day for STIRRED by Sylvie Fox!! Check out this fantastic contemporary romance and be sure to grab your copy today!!

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About Stirred: Warning: One kiss can lead to another...   Quirky cartoonist, Zoe Andreis puts her life on hold, flying back to the States to care for her ailing father. Spending her post-college years gallivanting all over Europe while capturing her adventures in comic form, Zoe grapples with the notion of being shackled to one city.   When she encounters Max Kiss, Zoe's true adventures begin. Although Max would love to branch out and take carefree and crazy chances of his own, he too is tied to LA, tending to his aging father. Stirred by Zoe's zest for life, Max longs for a future full of love and spontaneity.   While they struggle to find balance between caring for their parents and living a life of their own, Zoe and Max form a strong and sensual bond. When tough challenges surface, Zoe and Max search for a way to have the life they want without feeling the burden of guilt. Can they find of balance of duty and excitement while building a future together? Get your copy today! Amazon | iTunes | B&N | Google Play | Kobo

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Exclusive Excerpt:

Max “What are you working on?” Max asked. The drafting chair nearly fell as Zoe jumped a mile high. “You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing skulking around at four in the morning?” “I wasn’t skulking. I had to go to the bathroom. When I came back, I realized you weren’t in bed.” “I’m used to living alone,” Zoe said in explanation, shaking her head. “I’ve learned never to ignore the muse. She likes to play hide and go seek sometimes. When she asks to come out to play, I always say yes.” Halfway between wakefulness and sleep, Max smoothed a hand through her hair and down her back. She was back in the sexy little outfit she’d put on after her shower, but before she’d blown his mind with that massage. Thinking about that massage was certainly waking up certain parts of his body. “You want to come back to bed?” he asked, all awake now and ready for a second go round. “Maybe in a little bit,” Zoe said, turning back to the white paper and black ink in front of her. She had a pencil behind one ear. Ink stained most of her fingers. He wondered if she ever got any on the paper. She was scratching the pen across the textured sheet, when he looked close at the drawing. It wasn’t Budapest or Prague or Krakow on the page, but a single level house that looked very much like post World War II suburban Los Angeles. His eyes snapped to the upper right hand corner. The place where the name of the strip was always placed. But her stylized lettering of Wanderlust was absent. In its place was Canoga Park. It was in pencil, yet to be inked. Max’s eyes wandered across the table. There were three or four Wanderlust strips scattered about that looked halfway completed, pictures drawn, but the words were still in pencil. These Canoga Park strips were nearly done, though. stirred-rdl-ex-graphic

“Is that the Valley?” he asked. Zoe jumped again. “You’ve gotta stop doing that. I thought you’d gone back to bed.” Forcefully, she snapped off the klieg bright light that had illuminated the desk. “I’ll come with you this time, make sure you make it.” Max got into the blanket and duvet laden bed first, then lifted up the covers in blatant invitation. Zoe slipped in, curling toward him. She was quiet so long Max thought she’d fallen asleep. But she shifted her legs, and let out a long sigh. “What’s that other strip you’re working on?” “Nothing. Just a throw-away idea.” “What do you mean, throw-away? Looks like you’ve done some work on it.” “Not throw-away, exactly. Just something that probably won’t go anywhere. I don’t have a Beetle Bailey or Peanuts. Most strips don’t have that kind of longevity. I certainly don’t think anyone will be hard pressed to continue on Wanderlust after I’m dead. So I have to have some back up plans. It’s not like I’m Mort Walker and have a big family to keep me alive after death.” “Do you want a family?” Max asked because he very much wanted one when the timing was better. “I already have a big one. You’ve met every last one of them, I think.” “I’m asking if you want to get married and have kids.” He was more blatant this time. “I like to practice,” Zoe said, derailing any further a conversation he really wanted to pursue.       About Sylvie Fox: sylvie-white-background

Sylvie Fox is the author of smart women’s fiction. Her compelling stories are boldly told, designed to keep readers turning the pages. Whether you’re reading romantic women’s fiction or legal thrillers, written as Aime Austin, she wants you to enjoy the heroine’s journey. She splits her time between Los Angeles and Budapest, where she enjoys yoga, knitting, farm-to-table cooking, and life with her husband and son. When she’s not writing, her nose is stuck in a book. Links: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorSylvieFox/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/sylviefoxbooks Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/sylviefox/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/sylviefox Tumblr: http://sylviefox.tumblr.com/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sylviefox/ sylviefoxgraphic3

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