Friday, January 10, 2014

A Wedding at the Blue Moon Cafe, contemporary romance

A Wedding at the Blue Moon Café
Blue Moon Series 2
Contemporary novella
About 44,000 words


Never look back. Clarissa Hartman left her miserable life behind the day she graduated high school, the same day she turned 18. Driving for days, the road led her to Marfa, Texas. Right away, she knew she’d found home. Seven years later, she’s found her place in life plus the one thing she never expected to find: love. Dylan Wall’s everything she ran away from. So why can’t she stay away from him?

Never give up. Dylan Wall is at the top of his game. His PR firm’s sought out by brand name companies, but he’s so busy spinning everyone else’s reps, he doesn’t realize his personal life’s taken a downhill turn. Deep down, he knows that somewhere, the perfect someone is waiting for him. The woman who’ll accept him for who he is – if he’s ever able to reveal it. When he lands in Marfa for his best friend’s wedding, Clarissa’s sharp tongue puts everything in a different perspective. She draws out a side of himself hidden away for too long. She’s everything he wants, in the wrong package. So why does she feel like home?

In Marfa, appearances are deceptive. Discovering the truth beneath the surface is the first step toward finding yourself, and joy.


If you are looking for a sweet, easy, feel-good read, look no further. This book and the imagery it inspired were simply beautiful. The title is Wedding at the Blue Moon Cafe, but the main characters were really Dylan and Clarissa, the best man and maid of honor. The way they dance around each other in the early stages if getting to know each other is adorable, charming, and at times hilarious. I absolutely loved this story and found myself reminiscing about my own wedding from the descriptions. The description of the location was vivid and fascinating. I hope one day to see this place, since I checked and apparently Marfa is real! Check out this book, you won't be disappointed! 5 stars!
Valesha  - Amazon

OMG…I fell in love with Clarissa and Dylan!!  I laughed and laughed with Dylan’s loose tongue and Clarissa’s cheeky humor.  This is definitely a book that I would categorize as a “fun read” along with a life lesson built in. The writing was great and this book held my attention throughout almost 100% of it.
What lessons do our characters learn? Well, first off Dylan is all about money…he can’t figure out why his college friend gave up a lucrative career to live in a backwoods town doing labor running a café.  During his stay in Marfa…Dylan finds out what drew Dylan there and kept him.  He also finds love and peace.
Clarissa learns how to love and trust again.  She learns to open up and not flip flop around one night stands.

Story Rating – 4 out of 5 Stars
Steam Rating – 4 out of 5 Stars
Writing Rating – 4 out of 5 Stars
Heroine/Personality – Clarissa – strong, cheeky and sassy
Hero/Personality – Dylan…changed from spoiled to swoon worthy
Would Read More from Author? Yes
Recommend To – Readers who are looking for a fun read!
StarAngel’s Reviews – 4 stars

Dylan comes across as a hot and sexy man who neglected his personal life to the point he has almost forgot to have one.
The chemistry between Dylan and Clarissa is blistering.
Hearts on Fire Reviews - 4 stars

This book is for the HEA lovers who like to see the hard to catch guys, tamed.
Smut Book Junkies - 4 stars

Casting Call
Who did Cate imagine as these characters? Find out here.

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Excerpt 1

“J. D. didn’t run into any trouble in the air, did he? Someone at the café said the plane pitched forward at one point.”

And sideways and up and backward. Dylan had had no idea a glider could imitate a roller coaster. Had Clarissa known beforehand what the cowboy had in mind? She’d argued against him going, and her concern seemed genuine. None of it made sense. “The control slipped in J. D.’s hand. I’m not really sure; it’s all kind of a blur.”

“He’s normally very precise with his flying.”
He withheld a wince. “I gathered that.”
“I’m so sorry.” Her shyness returned. “He…looks out for me.”
“I know.” Definitely something he wouldn’t forget.
“We never….” She bit her lip.
“I know.” He said it softly, no judgment. He’d gathered as much from Jeff. So why did hearing her say it fill him with such a heady sense of triumph? When she released her lip and it uncurled, he almost forgot to say, “If you need to go change, I can stay here and hold down the fort till you get back.”
She studied him a beat longer than seemed necessary, then glanced at the clock. “Guess I should. I can’t wear my work clothes.”
“No one would notice.” When she furrowed her brow, he hastened to add, “You look great in anything.”
She backed away. “I’ll be back soon.” She hesitated at the kitchen doors, then disappeared, growing smaller with each swing of the doors.
Curious, he went to watch through the small window in the swinging door, then through the kitchen to the back door. She disappeared again down a path and past a flowery trellis. She lives close by? He resisted the temptation to follow and instead took a seat at the coffee bar with his cell. No need to check messages, really. He’d caught up on the backlog yesterday and taken care of a few more this morning. Weird that he still couldn’t shake the feeling about the new guy, Randy. Something about him set off alarms in Dylan’s head, but he couldn’t pinpoint it. And couldn’t do anything from here, so he’d have to let it go until he returned.
Within a few minutes, the back door slammed. “I’m back,” Clarissa called. “Want to help me bring out the food?”
“Sure.” He entered the kitchen. Noise at the rear drew him to the large refrigerator, its door wide open.
“Harvey made too much, I think.” She straightened and held three lidded glass containers toward him.
Dylan reached for them but his grasp slipped as he took her all in. “Wow.”
A white flower tucked behind her ear, pale yellow sundress, Marilyn Monroe-style, tied behind her neck. Backless. Smooth skin over muscle and bone, her body elegant but with a bearing of strength.
She steadied the containers in his hands. “Whoa, careful. Those are breakable.”
“Sorry. I wasn’t….” Part of a tattoo swirled out from beneath the dress, and he wanted to find the rest of it. Trace the lines and colors with his tongue, his mouth.
“Are you all right?”
He gulped. “You look amazing.”
A rose tinge along her cheeks made her even lovelier. “Oh. Thanks.”
If he wasn’t holding these damn containers, he’d grab her instead.


Excerpt 2

She pointed a packet of plastic utensils at him. “Amy saw in Jeff what no one else had—a guy who’d stifled his creative side, an unhappy soul stuck in a dead-end job.”
“Whoa, what fairy tale did you hear? He had a six-digit salary.” He slid the phone into his back pocket.
“Fairy tale? You think there has to be a fairy tale to have a happy ending?” She jabbed the utensils at him. “What did his salary matter if he hated getting up every morning? And going to work felt like a prison sentence?”
“You think he’s in a better place in his life here? Now that he has to cook and clean and wait on customers?”
“They’re more than customers to Jeff. He knows everyone in town. Cares about them.”
“Oh, come on.”
“When was the last time you cared about your work?” How could he invest his soul in anything he had to put a new face on to make it more palatable to the public? According to Jeff, Dylan’s successful PR firm spun new images for people, things. In Clarissa’s experience, if people or things needed new images, they probably didn’t deserve them.
“I….” His brow furrowed. He blinked, staring out at nothing.
Gotcha. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.” So why did it come as a relief that he might have a soul buried beneath that slick facade?
“I care. Plenty.”
“And I bet you can’t wait to get back.”
“I can’t.”
Lightning might have struck her nerves. “Good.” She stomped around the booth.
“Why do you hate me so much?” His voice drifted through the flimsy canvas.
“You’re everything I ran away from.”
A pause. “Stability? Success?”
Smart ass. “Shallow, egotistical, so focused on work you’re missing out on life.”
“I miss nothing.”
“You’re so blind, you don’t even see what you’re missing.” Maybe if she took him to see the Marfa Lights, he’d understand. Appreciate more than what he could grasp using only his hands.
“Oh, and I suppose if I gardened to get in touch with nature, maybe got a few tattoos to show how tough I am—”
Anger sizzled through her blood stream. “You have no clue what you’re talking about.”
“Enlighten me.” He reached for the feather on her shoulder. “Why’d you get this one?”
His touch sent a jolt through her and she shrugged away his finger. “Don’t.”
“Just asking. Don’t shoot the inquisitor.”
“Then don’t poke your inquisition where it doesn’t belong. And nobody uses words like inquisitor.”
He made a goofy face. “Apparently, I do.”
“You’re an ass.”
“Don’t speak to the customers like that.” Facing the front of the booth, he smiled. “Good evening, how are you?”
She rushed to his side. “I wasn’t—there’s no one here.”
He grinned. “I’m here.”
Unfortunately. She slammed the box on the table. “If you think you can handle the crowds on your own for a minute, I’d like to go change.”
He gave her the once-over. “Why? You look great.”
Her breath billowed in her chest, and she restrained it from releasing as a screech.
He held up his hands in surrender. “I’m not trying to provoke you, merely stating the obvious. But if you’d be more comfortable in something else, by all means. Go change.”
She leaned out and peered past the counter, up and down the street. Some people milling around, nothing crazy yet. “All right. I’ll be back in a few.”
“I’ll be here.” All sweetness, he smiled. “Waiting for you.”

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