{"id":98225,"date":"2025-02-19T22:56:46","date_gmt":"2025-02-19T22:56:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/peraltafinancing.com\/entertainment\/books\/cby-book-club-book-blitz-giveaway-23\/"},"modified":"2025-02-19T22:56:46","modified_gmt":"2025-02-19T22:56:46","slug":"cby-book-club-book-blitz-giveaway-23","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fivemor.com\/?p=98225","title":{"rendered":"CBY Book Club: Book Blitz & Giveaway"},"content":{"rendered":"


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Can\u2019t Help Falling In Love<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Author: <\/b>Mariah Ankenman<\/span><\/p>\n

Publication Date: <\/b>February 13th, 2025<\/span><\/p>\n

Genre: <\/b>Adult Contemporary Romance<\/span><\/p>\n

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Growing up with three brothers, Charlie Jackson had to be tough. Some might call her the B word, but she simply defends those who need it. Unfortunately, not everyone sees her protection as defense. Like the judge who ordered her to take anger management classes after she messed up her jerk ex\u2019s car. Not a problem, a few months pretending to listen to a bunch of people talk about accessing feelings should go down as smooth as the vodka her family makes at their distillery.<\/span><\/p>\n

Luc Woolf knows all about harboring anger at the world. Growing up with a father who liked the bottle more than his family, he suffered his fair share of rage. But he gave up that emotion long ago when he realized anger did nothing but make a person miserable. These days, he keeps a cool head and helps others process their emotions as a therapist. However, when he volunteers to moderate an anger management course, he meets the one person who tests his careful control, Charlie Jackson.<\/span><\/p>\n

The two couldn\u2019t be more at odds, but they can\u2019t deny the scorching heat between them. This bad girl wants to show this good boy how much fun breaking the rules can be. After all, opposites attract. But when the struggles of real life interrupt their fun times, will their differences pull them apart or bond them together?<\/span><\/p>\n

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Luc Woolf sat at the table, a smart-ass grin ticking up the corner of his mouth. \u201cWe have to stop meeting like this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The smooth, deep voice washed over her like silk. She would not laugh at his ridiculous attempt at humor. But damn it all, she felt the curve of her lips as a smile she couldn\u2019t seem to stop, turned them up.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDamn small towns.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He chuckled. \u201cI thought you owned a bar?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI do.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut you\u2019re a server on the side?\u201d He tilted his head. \u201cThere a large abolition following in Kismet I\u2019m not aware of?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo. The distillery does great. So great in fact that we expanded into a restaurant. One of the servers had an emergency and needed her shift covered.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dark brows rose. \u201cAnd the boss filled in?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re a family run establishment.\u201d She shrugged. \u201cIt\u2019s what you do when your family needs help. You help.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Something passed through his eyes. Respect. She had no idea why, but it made a warm fuzzy feeling rise in her stomach. Luc seemed to understand and even applaud her actions of the evening. Stupid. She didn\u2019t give a rat\u2019s ass what he thought.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then why was her heart suddenly racing?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo,\u201d he grabbed his menu again, breaking the moment. \u201cWhat\u2019s good here?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEverything. And I don\u2019t just say that because I co-own the joint. Our chef is amazing. What do you like?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not picky.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He said that, but they were half an hour away from Denver. Hipster central. Trends took off like wildfire in the city and spread like the plague to the small tourists\u2019 towns like Kismet. Currently they\u2019d had to accommodate for everything from Paleo to gluten free patrons. She had no problem catering to a customer who had a food allergy, but she really hated the bandwagon eaters who fussed and complained because they were strictly gluten free and then ordered a piece of cheesecake with graham cracker crust.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo allergies? No weird fad diets?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo I look like I do fad diets?\u201d He arched one eyebrow.<\/span><\/p>\n

No, he did not. In fact, the man looked like he ate steel for breakfast and iron for dinner. A dark V-neck sweater clung tight to his chest revealing just a hint of chest hair. The sleeves\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 were pushed up past his elbows, revealing tightly muscled forearms. Damn, had she ever found forearms sexy before? She did tonight.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA meat and potatoes kind of guy?\u201d Her mouth felt too dry. She swallowed, trying for the life of her to find some saliva. \u201cOur steak is amazing, but if you prefer fish, we have a great salmon with dill sauce.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He held the menu in his fingers, but his gaze focused on her. \u201cIt all sounds amazing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Her breath caught in her throat, brain blanking. How did this guy render her speechless with just a look? It wasn\u2019t fair. No one should be that sexy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cUm, yeah. It is.\u201d Clever Charlie. <\/em>\u201cWhat can I bring you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He placed the menu at the edge of the table, eyes never leaving hers. \u201cYou pick.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou own the place. You know what\u2019s best. You pick something for me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Shaking herself out of whatever weird fog she\u2019d been in, she laughed. \u201cYou want me to pick your meal.\u201d He nodded. Licking her lips, she placed her hand on the table and leaned down. \u201cHow do you know I won\u2019t poison you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He wasn\u2019t exactly her favorite person, and she\u2019d made no bones about it. He leaned toward her until they were inches apart. She could smell the sharp mint of his breath, feel its warmth on her lips and cheeks. Her blood began to heat, heart racing in her chest. This was ridiculous! She should not react this way to a man who\u2019d done nothing but annoy the crap out of her since the moment she ran into him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou do need me to sign off on your anger management course. If I suddenly die after eating at an establishment you own it might look pretty sketchy to the judge,\u201d he said the words in a teasing tone, the dimple in his cheek catching her eye at his wide grin.<\/span><\/p>\n

Laughter bubbled out of her. \u201cTrue. Plus, it\u2019d be a shame to poison all that sexy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The moment the words left her mouth she wanted to shove them back in.<\/span><\/p>\n

Surprise lifted his brow. \u201cYou think I\u2019m sexy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Embarrassment flooded her, so she did what she always did when she felt insecure. She pushed away from the table, crossing her arms over her chest, and brought out her trademark sarcasm. \u201cDon\u2019t fish for compliments. You own a damn mirror.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He grinned, leaning back in his chair. \u201cYou\u2019re not so bad yourself, Charlie.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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About the Author<\/b><\/span><\/div>\n

Bestselling author Mariah Ankenman lives in the beautiful Rocky Mountains with her two rambunctious children and loving spouse who is her own personal spell checker when her dyslexia gets the best of her.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mariah loves to lose herself in a world of words. Her favorite thing about writing is when she can make someone\u2019s day a little brighter with one of her books. To learn more about Mariah and her books visit her website www.mariahankenman.com<\/span><\/p>\n

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