To Hell in a Coach Bag by @mjschiller is a Spring Break Bookapalooza pick #romance #giveaway



Title: TO HELL IN A COACH BAG


Author: M.J. Schiller


Genre: Contemporary romance/Chick lit


Book Blurb:


The first in the DEVILISH DIVAS SERIES ~ "Funny, sexy, emotionally deep, imaginative, well-written, addictive. Enjoyed it very much!" -Amazon reviewer

Four Midwest lunch ladies on a cross-country road trip... DANIELLE ~ When a twist of fate reunites the widowed Dani with the hot roadie she met at a concert, will she have the guts to open up to Tucker and perhaps start a new relationship? SAMANTHA ~ Wild divorcee Sam discovers Kyle, the Canadian referee she met at the same concert, is in town for a Colorado Avalanche game. Although Kyle's logged some serious ice time, Sam's cold shoulder may put his heart in perma-freeze. Can he break down her walls? ALEXIS ~ What can save Alex's marriage when her unemployed hubby's driving her crazy? MAXINE ~ When mid-life hormones make Max a sex-starved loon, can she ever feel close to her man again when he doesn't put out? Two women whose marriages are on the rocks.


Will time apart from their spouses help them weather their matrimonial storms? Two single women who equate love with pain.


Will they open themselves up to new possibilities? Four friends.


Could their destination be Love? Or are they simply headed to Hell in a Coach bag?


Excerpt:


Kyle


When I slipped into the box, Sam already had her purse in her hand, a coat slung over one arm. She hurried toward the door, and then froze when she saw me, her mouth hanging open.


She was running out on me.


"Going somewhere?" I crossed my arms and glared, angry she would leave without even waiting to see me. I'd been thinking of her all night, except when I was on the ice, when hockey automatically took over. But during period breaks, I scanned the box I called in favors for, hoping for a glimpse of her.


"Kyle." I sensed the forced enthusiasm in her voice. She ran up the stairs and hugged me, but my arms remained crossed. She let go and stepped back. I marched past her, trying to cool down, walking and walking until I ran out of space at the back of the box. I turned to face her, spreading my arms along the outer rail and leaned against the half-wall with my feet crossed in front of me.


She seemed to debate strategies, and then began to saunter toward me, dropping her coat and purse on the back of one of the seats. She looked fabulous, damn it. She wore jeans and a cream-colored sweater that zipped both down from the top, and up from the bottom, with rhinestones in-between. I took a deep breath. As she moved, I could see her tan stomach and navel at the bottom of the sweater, and a tease of her bra at the top. She had this way of walking, almost a strut, but not obnoxiously so. Just a slow, sensual, self-confident ramble that made my pulse go through the roof. My hands were sweating, but I told myself I wasn't going to let her off the hook so easily.


She was about to leave me. And she promised me she’d wait.


It ticked me off. She came so close I could smell her perfume. There was something about a self-confident woman that was a total turn on for me. But I wasn't into being used either.


"Kyle." Her eyes were mesmerizing as she tried to sweet talk me, a fire in their depths that had me licking my lips. "I know it seemed like I was getting ready to leave when you walked in. But I was going to use the bathroom. I wouldn't have left without seeing you."


"Yeah. You should have gone with that when I first walked in. It would have been more believable then," I said dryly, but I could feel my lips turn up.


"Kyle..." She reached for me, and I pushed her hands away.


"No, Sam. This isn't going to work." I stormed past her, but she grabbed my arm.


"Kyle! Please!" Her face seemed genuinely pained. I decided to give it one last chance.


"Why did you come here tonight?"


"Why did I...?" Her eyes danced around the box, and she licked her lips. "I-I like hockey, and you were nice enough to offer the seats..." She fiddled with the zipper on her sweater, tugging it up and down and wreaking havoc on my heart rate.


"So it wasn't because you wanted to see me?"


Her soulful brown eyes flashed to mine, appearing startled at first, and then angry.


"Well... that was a plus, sure."


"But you came mostly for the game."


"Yes. I'm a big hockey fan. I go to the Blackhawks games all the time."


"Do you?" I asked, incredulous.


"Yes."


"What was the score tonight, Sam?"


"What?"


"The score," I barked. "The score of the hockey game you were so into."


"Five to two."


"And the winner?"


"Colorado."


"Good. The Colorado Avalanche was the winning team." She looked so pleased with herself, I almost hated to burst her bubble. Almost. "But the score was three to one."


"Well, I'm not good with numbers. I just enjoy good hockey."


"Oh, I see. Describe one play you saw tonight."


"Well... oh. There was the time those guys took their gloves off for some reason and circled around each other like they were going to dance." She smiled, batting her eyelashes. She was playing me now. She wasn't that stupid. And damn it if I didn't take the bait and smile back at her. She just looked so cute.


"That would be called a fight. The fight that earned me a sore jaw." I rubbed it unconsciously.


"Oh," she cooed, moving closer and stroking me gently along my jaw. I didn't bat her hand away this time. "You poor baby." I wasn't angling for her sympathy, but I wasn't too unhappy about receiving it either. "Were you crying to your momma?" she teased.


"No. But I referred to a mother a lot," I muttered.


"Let me kiss it and make it better."


I grabbed her wrists and gave her a little shake. "You don't get off that easy," I growled, though still smiling. I moved her hands down and set them free, grabbing her hips and hauling her into me. Her eyes sparked, and the ends of her lips curled up. "Obviously, you didn't come here to watch the game. Could it be, maybe, just maybe, you came to see me?"


Buy Links (including Goodreads and BookBub):


Amazon: http://mybook.to/ToHellInACoachBag

Barnes and Noble, paperback: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/to-hell-in-a-coach-bag-mj-schiller/1126065861

Nook book: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/to-hell-in-a-coach-bag-mj-schiller/1126065861


Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/to-hell-in-a-coach-bag-the-devilish-divas-series-book-1


iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/to-hell-in-a-coach-bag-the-devilish-divas-series-book-1/id1220690386

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34735815-to-hell-in-a-coach-bag

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/books/to-hell-in-a-coach-bag-by-m-j-schiller



If money were no object, where would you go for a Spring Break vacation and why?


I would really love to see Italy! There just seem to be so many interesting places there, each with their own distinctive flair. Venice, Rome, Milan, Florence, Verona, Naples, Pisa… I’d love to explore the scenic countryside, visit the museums, taste the food, learn the history… It seems to have so much to offer!


Why is your featured book a must-read this spring?


TO HELL IN A COACH BAG is a lighthearted story about love, family, and friendship. While colorful characters dance across the pages, there is also enough conflict and heartache to move you, plus a little steam to heat things up. Dani and Tucker stand on the edge of something new and exciting, as well as a little terrifying, a second chance in life. Two people with painful pasts, brought together through a chance meeting…will they dare to open themselves up again? The love and hope featured in this story makes for a great read during a season that offers the same sort of warmth, promise, and renewal.

Giveaway –


One lucky reader will win a $75 Amazon US or Canada gift card


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Runs April 1 – 30


Drawing will be held on May 2.



Author Biography:


M.J. Schiller is a lunch lady/romance-romantic suspense writer. She enjoys writing novels whose characters include rock stars, desert princes, teachers, futuristic Knights, construction workers, cops, and a wide variety of others. In her mind everybody has a romance. She is the mother of a twenty-two-year-old and three twenty-year-olds. That's right, triplets! So having recently taught four children to drive, she likes to escape from life on occasion by pretending to be a rock star at karaoke. However…you won’t be seeing her name on any record labels soon.


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