The Hometown Series Book Tour & Giveaway 4/25 – 5/25

New in town, Justin is confident that his ultra modern resorts will bring
Smithville into the twenty-first century. If only the local-yokels
and their ringleader, the gorgeous and peculiar Tara, would stop
interfering.

With her quirky and protective hometown behind her, will Tara confront
Justin and the town’s long buried secrets to take on the financial
and emotional risk of a lifetime?

 

 

Resolved to keep his life simple, Chad has his hands full running his
delivery
business and supporting his adopted family. So why can’t he get
that withdrawn city girl, Julia, off his mind?

Will the eccentric but well-meaning Smithville folk push Julia and Chad
to
open up, or will the emotional toll drive them both back into
seclusion?

Lizzie gave up her stressful job in Boston to embrace her love of all things

country in Smithville PA. Her farm, a new job at the spa, and her pet
alpacas are a dream come true, if only her meddling, matchmaking,
socialite mother would back off.

Elliot, a successful architect from Washington, DC, designed the new
spa, but
he certainly hadn’t envisioned the exotic bohemian style manager or
her intriguing, demanding mother. Small town antics and his interest
in Lizzie extend his visit to Smithville, but will the allure of
country life draw him in for good?

Once again, Smithville’s folk interfere with plans at every turn,
forcing Lizzie and Elliot to face their personal dilemmas and each
other, head on.

Even though Gloria is determined to change her reputation, most of the

women in town still think she’s a tramp. Sure, she may have dressed
a little flashy and dated pretty much every single guy in town, but
that’s the past. Now that she wants to make a fresh start, will
Smithville give her a second chance?

Ned has heard all the gossip, but being the Sheriff’s Deputy, he sees
all the kind things Gloria does behind the scenes for the folks of
Smithville. It looks like the upcoming Christmas Pageant will offer
him the opportunity to spend time with her, but can he overcome a
frustrating stutter and talk to her, face to face?

Your favorite characters from the Hometown Series bring craziness, love,
and Smithville Christmas style, to a whole new romance about
overcoming your past and sharing your deepest secrets. Fall in love
and be swept away with the Christmas Eve celebration of your dreams.

Kirsten grew up in the Western US and graduated from high school in

1984. She married soon there after and quickly built a family.
With three young children and number four on the way, she returned to
college in 1992. Her career as a draftsman included many settings
ranging from a steel fabrication shops to prestigious engineering
firms. Balancing family life with the workplace forced her to
become the queen of multitasking. In 2001, bored with the cubical
life, she moved on to teach drafting in technical college, then to
opening her own consulting firm teaching 3D engineering software. Due
to health problems, Kirsten retired in 2012 to travel with her
husband for his job. She now works writing romance novels and enjoys
spoiling her three grandchildren. Since 2017 Kirsten has lived and

worked full time in a 40′ travel trailer with her husband and her
little dog Bingo.

Excerpt 2 from Hometown Girl After All

At the diner, Chad stepped behind Julia and pushed open the door for her, his
hand warm on her back to lead her through. Bells chimed, announcing their arrival, and
Marge glanced up from behind the counter. Her customary greeting froze on her lips as
she did a double take, her conversation with a bald man seated in front of her forgotten.
The song on the jukebox ended and all the diners turned in the suddenly silent room to
watch Julia and Chad walk to a table.
As Chad pulled out Julia’s red vinyl and chrome chair, the jukebox clicked and
clattered, changing records. The first few words of the song P.S. I LoveYou, drifted across
the room, as Julia did the butt-lift and scoot maneuver so Chad could scoot up her chair.
The other diners slowly returned their attention back to their plates and conversations.
“It’s the Beatles,” Chad commented distractedly, shifting his chair up to the table,
his eyes darting nervously between Julia and the other customers.
She nodded, engrossed in digging through her purse for something. Giving up in
frustration, completely for- getting what she’d been looking for, she turned to hang her
purse on the back of the chair, inadvertently catching the eye of a man and woman at the
next table who sat staring, with their forks still hovering in mid-air.
Chad cleared his throat and lifted two menus from behind the salt and
peppershakers. “So, what do you want to eat?” he asked, his voice a bit too loud.
Jumping in her seat, Julia’s gaze flew from the staring couple, back to Chad.
“I—I’m not sure. What’s good here?”
Pretending to glance over the menu, Chad berated himself for bringing Julia to the

diner. Why hadn’t her taken her to Uniontown where they could have cuddled in the
corner booth of a crowded restaurant where no one would notice them? Feeling the back
of his neck burn, he glanced over to see Marge’s pink tennis shoes on the floor next to the
table.
He sighed inwardly and followed the pink uniform up to Marge’s face, which
clearly but silently said, “I knew it!”
“Well,” Marge stated, her tone speculative, a wide grin on her face. “What can I
get for you two this fine evening?”
Chad glanced at Julia, noting the misery written across her face, and he flinched.
“I’d like a Coke. Julia?”
“Water please,” she muttered, not making eye contact with Marge.
Pretending to scribble on her pad, Marge sized up the couple over her reading
glasses. “You got it,” she finally replied, turning on her heel.
Julia adjusted the salt and peppershakers into a row with the container of sugar
packets and the ketchup, then turned her attention back to her menu.
“I like the meatloaf,” Chad said, glancing up. “Hmm,” she mumbled, turning the
page. “And the tuna melt.”
Julia nodded.
“Sometimes I get the—”
Marge plopped two large red plastic tumblers on the table, and scooted the one
full of water toward Julia. The aging waitress then tugged two paper-wrapped straws
from her apron, tossed them on the table, and collected her pad and pencil. With one hip
cocked and her glasses balanced on the end of her nose, she glanced between Chad and
Julia.

Chad watched as Julia’s neck turned red, the color flooding up over her chin, then
her cheeks. “Give us a minute please,” he said, his eyes never leaving Julia, angry at
himself for being such a dunce.
Wishing she were invisible, Julia suffered the curious stares of the other diners.
Shoving down her discomfort and battling to muster even a dab of confidence, she
glanced up at Chad.
He took a long drink of soda, then set down his glass. “Sorry, we should have
gone to Uniontown…” he muttered.
Julia straightened in her chair. “No, I’m fine, really.” She lifted her glass. “Have
you had time to think about the flower—”The tumbler in her hand shifted in her grip,
then fell to the table top, the water and ice pouring across the gleaming white table and
directly onto Chad’s lap.
His chair screeched back as he bound to his feet. Wiping at his pants and shaking
his hands, Chad danced backward in an effort to miss the torrent, barely managing not to
fall into the lap of the woman seated behind him. When he looked up, all he could see
was Julia’s stricken expression.
“I’m so sorry,” she gasped, then hurried around the table. Plucking a handful of
napkins from the dispenser, she frantically wiped at Chad’s crotch.
“Julia—” he stuttered, still in shock, his hands and shirt drip- ping into the
growing puddle.
She continued to press the napkin into his jeans, desperate to help.
“Julia!” he said louder, grasping her wrist in his fist.
She stopped, frozen in horror, finally noticing that everyone in the diner sat

staring at her hand pressed to Chad’s crotch. She stood and her hand dropped from
Chad’s grip, her face turning so pale he was afraid she would faint.

 

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