My Day As Regan Forrester by Misty Urban is a Summertime Books Bookish Event pick #fiction #giveaway
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My Day As Regan Forrester by Misty Urban is a Summertime Books Bookish Event pick #fiction #giveaway



Title:

My Day As Regan Forrester


Author:

Misty Urban


Genre:

Contemporary Fantasy


Book Blurb:


A Midwestern mom wakes up on the dangerous end of a body-swap bargain she never agreed to . . .


Stuck in a rut as wife, teacher, and mom, Beth Barony makes a birthday wish for more excitement in her life—and wakes up as film star Regan Forrester, known for her rebellious smolder and empty head.


What could be more fun than playing Hollywood princess for a day?


But Regan’s life is anything but glamorous. While Beth scrambles to save Regan’s shaky career and crumbling relationships, Regan wins over Beth’s husband, students, kids, and friends—and won’t give them back. And as Beth fights to undo the spell that switched them, she learns why Regan ditched her perfect young body: someone is trying to kill her.


If Beth doesn’t stop a stalker and get her and Regan back in their own bodies—soon—neither woman will have a life to go back to.


Excerpt:


When she was in grade school, Beth had a recurring dream that she was with her parents on the observation deck at the top of a very tall building, like the Space Needle in Seattle. She stood near the glass, looking down hundreds of feet, clinging to the legs of a woman she assumed was her mother.


But suddenly, in the dream, Beth saw her mother on the street below, her features very clear and magnified, her expression intent on something in front of her. Beth called out as loudly as she could, but her mother didn't turn or hear her, instead kept walking steadily away.


In panic, Beth turned to look at the face of the woman whose legs she was holding and saw a total stranger. In the dream she screamed and let go of the stranger's legs and then the glass disappeared and she was falling, falling through the air, still screaming, waiting for her mother to see her and grab her and bring her safely to the ground. She felt much the same way now, waiting for the call to connect.


The phone rang, then clicked, and then a sleepy voice said, “Who is this?”


The voice sounded familiar, but she couldn’t place it. “Who is this?”


“Regan,” the voice slurred. “Regan Forrester.” The voice became a hint sharper, something about it vaguely recognizable. “Wait a minute—who is this?”


Beth almost laughed. If she was talking to Regan Forrester on the phone, then she couldn't somehow be in Regan Forrester’s body. It was all some weird sort of delusion, just as the TV actor said. Maybe she had been taking drugs.


But she didn’t laugh because something new occurred to her. “This is Beth Barony. What are you doing answering my phone?”


Some indistinguishable muttering followed. Beth worked hard to place the voice. She was sure she knew it, yet it sounded strange. She heard silence, some rustling, a bang that sounded like a bathroom door closing, and then, in an awed tone, “Holy cow--I didn't think it would actually work.”


Recognition slapped her in the face. It was her voice. She was talking to a woman who was speaking to her in Beth's own voice.


“You didn’t think what would actually work?”


A laugh followed, one that left no doubt in her mind. She had heard that laugh thousands of times, coming from her own mouth. “If you’re Regan Forrester, what are you doing with my phone?”


“I think I’m in your house! What did you say your name was?”


Beth clutched the phone as if she could channel herself through the connection and wind up in the place she was supposed to be. “Beth Barony.”


“Are you, um, do you have brown hair? You’re short, and a little—hmmm? Forty-five, fifty?”


“Give me a break!” Beth yelped. “I just had a facial! I’m only forty-two. At my physical my doctor said I have the bloodwork of a woman half my age.” She was proud of that.


“Whoops, sorry.” Another chuckle. “Hey, I like this picture you have in your bathroom. I’ve thought about buying that picture. This is so weird.”


“Weird doesn’t begin to describe it.” Beth closed her eyes. “I’m guessing you’re in my body, Regan Forrester, because I seem to have woken up in yours.”


“I’m really hot, aren’t I?” Regan Forrester said.


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What makes your featured book a must-read?


A fun escape with a dash of be careful what you wish for and a return to your real life loving it a bit more than you did.


Giveaway –


Enter to win a $25 Amazon gift card:



Open Internationally. You must have a valid Amazon US or Amazon Canada account to win.


Runs June 20 – June 28, 2023.


Winner will be drawn on June 29, 2023.



Author Biography:


Misty Urban is a fiction writer, college teacher, freelance editor, and medieval scholar. She is the author of three award-winning short story collections and assorted scholarship on the topic of monstrous and misbehaving women. My Day As Regan Forrester, winner of a BookFest Book Award, is her debut novel. Sign up for her newsletter at http://www.mistyurban.com for a free prequel to My Day As Regan Forrester and news of upcoming publications!


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