Yoga One For Me by Eden Bloom is a Love and Romance Festival pick #romance #romcom #yoga #giveaway
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    • Feb 23, 2023
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Yoga One For Me by Eden Bloom is a Love and Romance Festival pick #romance #romcom #yoga #giveaway



Title: Yoga One For Me


Author: Eden Bloom


Genre: Romantic Comedy (and Clean & Wholesome Romance)


Book Blurb:


They say you can’t outrun your problems, but that won’t stop me from trying...


Josie

It takes my boyfriend proposing for me to realize I need a new life plan, and fast! So I grab my yoga mat and hit the road. I talk my best friend into swapping places while I sort things out. Her small town of Misty Falls is incredible, and exactly what I need to rethink my life choices.


Everything is going great until I run into her brother Rake — literally — and my dinner ends up all over his clothes. Even covered in mashed potatoes, he’s gorgeous. Not that I care. The last thing I need is a relationship after just fleeing one…


Rake

The moment Josie dumps food on me, I know I’m done for. Between the tornado of a person she is and the unexpected surprise that she’s my sudden roommate, I’m in for a ride. But I’ve got too much at stake to let her become a distraction. My lifelong dream depends on staying away from her. Even if it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Yoga One For Me is a sweet and funny romcom that will warm your heart. It's a full-length standalone novel that takes place in a charming small town overlooking the beach. Once you step foot in Misty Falls, you won't want to leave.


Excerpt:


I explore the first level, oohing and aahing until I come to the guest room — suite is more like it. It’s literally bigger than my apartment. It has its own bathroom. And it has way more furnishings. Raine has left a welcome note on the bed with a gift basket that includes a yoga mat. I didn’t leave her a welcome gift. My mom would be so embarrassed. At least she’ll never know, so I won’t have to listen to a lecture complaining about how nothing she did to raise me stuck.


As eager as I am to explore the rest of the house, not to mention the island, every muscle aches. I’ve been on the road for thirteen hours and I need a power nap. I move the basket to the couch. Yes, there’s a couch in my room. I don’t even have one in my apartment, unless you count my futon which gets used more as a bed than a sofa.


Thud.


I freeze in place. What was that? Raine said I’d have the place to myself. Someone isn’t breaking in, are they? No. I have to be imagining things. It’s probably the house settling.


Thunk.


That wasn’t the house settling. I look around for something that could be used as a weapon.


I grab the yoga mat, hold it like a baseball bat, and march out of the room. Obviously this won’t help if a robber has a real weapon, but at least I can hit them with it. It’s better than nothing. I thought Misty Falls was safe, so I didn’t bring anything for self-defense.


The hall is clear. So is the living room. And the dining room. I haven’t heard any more noises, so maybe I’m okay. Or the criminal is somewhere else in the house. Given that it’s close to a bajillion square feet, anything is possible.


Every room downstairs is empty. Those noises could’ve been my imagination. My brain is decompressing from all the stress, processing the fact that for the first time in a decade I’m not tied to Jackson. Taking in this enormous house that I get to enjoy for the summer.


No wonder I’m making up drama. My entire life has been one long drama fest, and now I get a break. Instead of hearing all the voices telling me who and what I should be, I get to listen to myself. Figure out who and what I want to be.


Maybe what I really need is to find Harper and have her show me the best places on the island. But first, food. My stomach rumbles. Hopefully Raine left something for me to eat. Some sandwich fixings would be perfect.


I put down the yoga mat and check the fridge. It’s fully stocked with enough food to feed a football team. Raine went all out, and I only left her some bags to dump in the Crockpot. I owe her big time.


My mouth waters as I rifle through the contents of the fridge. I’m going to double my weight if I try to eat all of this before it goes bad. Most of it will end up in the freezer.


As my stomach roars, I make myself a plate of food and fill a glass with iced tea. Then I head for the dining room, my mouth watering.


I round the corner and crash into something. No, someone. A very tall and very muscular someone.


His eyes widen as my food smashes against his white button-down shirt and my black iced tea runs down his khaki pants, making it look like he wet himself. Maybe he did — I can be scary.


I scream. Smack his side with my plate. He’s surprisingly solid. “Get out!”


He backs up, holding out his hands. “Me? I live here. You get out!”


My pulse thrums in my ears. “No, I do. This is my house for the summer.”


“Says who?” He pulls mashed potatoes from his shirt and flops them onto my plate. His wavy, dirty-blonde hair blocks his face, and he brushes it aside getting food in it.


I get lost in his eyes for a moment. Until I remember that he’s an intruder, and my life is in danger. “Leave! Before I call the police.”


“Did you catch the part about me living here?”


I throw the potatoes back at him. “I don’t know who you are, but Raine said I’d have this house to myself.”


He’s really hot. Maybe he’s one of the guys she’s seeing, and he doesn’t realize she’s in Nevada. That makes sense. But why would he think he lives here?


“Where’s she?”


“If you live here, you should know.” I fold my arms.


He tilts his head, and while he looks menacing he also takes my breath away. “I don’t keep track of where my sister is.”


His sister? He’s Raine’s brother.


Crap. He really does have every right to be here.


Though we’ve never met, now I recognize him from the pictures I’ve seen over the years. He’s even taller and more gorgeous in person.


It takes me a moment to find my voice. “You’re Rake.”


“In the flesh.”


“You still have to leave. This isn’t part of my contract with Raine.” There is no contract. At least not on paper. But she did promise me the house to myself. That’s like a contract. In a way. Fine, it’s a stretch. But I’m going with it.


Rake’s brows furrow. “Leave? I need to shower, thanks to you.”


“After that, you can go.” I storm to my room, taking my useless plate of squished food with me. I’ve lost my appetite anyway.


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Giveaway –

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



Open internationally. You must have a valid Amazon US or Amazon CA account to win.


Runs February 1 – 28, 2023.


Drawing will be held on March 1, 2023.



Author Biography:


Eden has always lived in the Pacific Northwest, and it's her favorite place to write about. She loves hiking in the great outdoors, sitting by lakes, watching waterfalls, and of course reading romantic comedies. There's nothing like love and laughter to to lift a person's spirits, and that's a gift she hopes to share with all of her readers every time they open one of her books.


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