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The Healing Summer by Liz Flaherty is a Summertime Books Event pick #romance #summer #giveaway



Title: The Healing Summer


Author: Liz Flaherty


Genre: Contemporary Romance


Book Blurb:


When Steven Elliott accidentally rides his bike into Carol Whitney's car at the cemetery, the summer takes on new and exciting possibilities. Long friendship wends its way into something deeper when their hearts get involved. Feelings neither of them had expected to experience again enrich their days and nights. But what happens when the long summer ends? When Carol wants a family and commitment and a future, Steven isn't so sure. He's had his heart broken before—can he risk it again?


Excerpt:


“Were you hunting me?” She should have waited to get her breath back—she sounded like a vamp from one of 1940s movies that were on really late at night when you couldn’t sleep. “When we met on the road, I mean.”


“Huh?” He sounded nonplused, and she felt like cheering. She wasn’t the only one who’d been kissed stupid—he wasn’t doing so well, either. “Oh, yeah.”


“Yeah?” She turned away, starting to put away the abandoned groceries. If she couldn’t see him, she would neither hyperventilate nor jump his bones. Maybe.


“Want to?”


Want to what? That? Did she want to? Hell, yes, she wanted to. But they were just barely aware of each other, and he was going back to his big city life and big city friends in a matter of weeks. Although he’d probably spend some weekends at Miss Abigail’s and possibly even open an office in Peacock the way he’d mentioned, he wasn’t good relationship material.


Even more, in Carol’s mind and she thought probably in his, he was still Promise’s. The thought sobered her and stilled her hands. Oh, Promise.


“What did you…why did you want me?” she asked, trying to insert some sense into the conversation, some mental cold water on her still-shrieking girl parts.


“Dinner.” He pulled his hair back into a band he took from his pocket—he never seemed to run out of ponytail holders. “Would you like to go to dinner? And shop for cars? I know you’re not going to the beach this summer, but I’ll buy you a girly drink with an umbrella in it and you can pretend.” He ran a finger lightly down the strap of her dress. “You can wear one of these dresses, although probably not this one, since I seem to have decorated it with sawdust and sweat. Oh, wait.” He held up both hands to stave off an answer. “Grace told me it was rude to suggest someone wear something in particular, so I take that back. Wear whatever you like.”


“When and why did Grace tell you that?” She refilled their tea glasses and handed him his. She took a long drink, hoping the cold brew would serve to cool down her insides.


Well, that wasn’t working—she was pretty sure she felt them sizzle.


“Thursday. She was going to afternoon tea over at the Old Farts Home, something they’ve apparently decided to have every Thursday. You stay for it, too, don’t you, after you get their hair and nails all prettied up? Anyway, she had on her overalls, complete with grass-stained knees, and I said, very politely, ‘Holy shit, Grace, are you wearing those?’ She didn’t respond well.”


“I’m amazed.” She shook her head.


“I was, too,” he said righteously. “I was only trying to help.”


Even if she could have resisted the hormonal storm that had overtaken her kitchen, Carol had no defense against his laughing dark eyes. “Okay, thanks. I’d like to go to dinner. And you’re sure it’s all right if I wear whatever I please?”


His gusting sigh should have made the kitchen curtains stir. “Yes. Fine. Can I use your phone to call Dillon and ask him to bring my truck up the hill?”


“Sure, or we can walk down if you’d rather.” Carol was surprised at how much she was enjoying the walking these days, especially when it was downhill.


“You wouldn’t mind?”


“No.” She grinned at him. “But you have to take a shower. I do have some standards on dates.” She gasped as soon as the words left her mouth. “I’m sorry. I know this isn’t a date. We’re friends who kissed…accidentally. This is dinner, not a date. Right?”


He smiled, a slow and lazy expression that turned her stomach over. And over again. “Wrong.” He came over and kissed her once more. Thoroughly. “It’s a date.”


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What makes your featured book a must-read?


We met Carol and Steven in One More Summer, and even after a few years, I couldn’t let them go. Writing their story was pleasure, pain, and “oh, yes, this” for me, and I hope it’s the same way for the reader. Although The Healing Summer stands alone, I’ll admit it’s better if One More Summer is read first. One of my favorite things about romance is the hope that’s always found in the pages, and the Summer books are no exception.


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:


Retired from the post office and married to Duane for…a really long time, USA Today bestselling author Liz Flaherty has had a heart-shaped adult life, populated with kids and grands and wonderful friends. She admits she can be boring, but hopes her curiosity about everyone and everything around her keeps her from it. She likes traveling and quilting and reading. And she loves writing.


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8 Comments


Mary Schiller
Mary Schiller
Jun 23, 2023

Awesome excerpt! Can't wait to read this one!

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Liz Flaherty
Liz Flaherty
Jun 23, 2023
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Thanks, Mary!

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Barbara Bettis
Jun 22, 2023

I do enjoy follow up stories. wishing you continued best.

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Liz Flaherty
Liz Flaherty
Jun 22, 2023
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Thanks, Barb!

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Rita Wray
Rita Wray
Jun 22, 2023

Great excerpt and cover.

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Liz Flaherty
Liz Flaherty
Jun 22, 2023
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Thank you!

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N. N. Light
N. N. Light
Jun 22, 2023

Thank you, Liz, for sharing your book in our Summertime Books Bookish Event!

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Liz Flaherty
Liz Flaherty
Jun 22, 2023
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Thank you for having me!

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