Saturday, July 5, 2014

Blog Tour: Unable to Resist by Cassie Graham



Ann is haunted by a past that won’t let go. The secrets lurking in Arizona are too much to handle, making a move to Nashville her best chance of survival. Her bakery is enough to keep her mind busy during the day, but the night brings nightmares that threaten to rip her in two. Tired of just living life rather than experiencing it, she’s ready to fight her demons and emerge the victor.

Only—she doesn’t know how to do that alone.

Duane has a lot on his plate. A lawyer for a prestigious law firm and a ranch owner, he hardly has enough time to breathe, let alone date. But all of that changes when he meets Ann.
A chance encounter at a bar brings them together, but it’s fate that shoves them into each other’s lives for reasons they will soon unveil together.

Can Ann open her heart and let Duane in?

Unable to Resist is a story about love, loss and finding healing in unlikely places.




This book is centered on Ann who us trying to find out about her father's death. There is speculation surrounding how he died and she needs answers. She is plagued with nightmares and can't move on until she finds the truth.

In order to get Ann's mind off her nightmares and to give her a reprieve, her friend, Liv takes her out to a bar. It's there that she first lays eyes on Duane. Of course he notices her as well. But, they each leave the bar without getting each other’s names.

Ann decides to hire an attorney to look in to her father's case. The police aren't getting anywhere and she is growing impatient. Duane just happens to be the attorney she hires. This threw me off a bit. Why did she hire an attorney and not a P? I'm not even 100% sure what kind of law he practiced. In addition to being a lawyer, Duane is also a rancher. Ranching is where his real passion lies.

The two try to deny the attraction they have for each other, but as they get to know each other better and delve deeper into the case, it gets too hard to ignore. Cassie Graham created very likeable characters and they were all very well developed. Each one had their own distinct personality and filled their role well. The story was also pretty well developed. It had a great flow and kept me interested the whole time. There was a lot of fun, witty dialogue as well. All in all, this book has a lot of elements that I enjoy from a hot cowboy to suspense and mystery. You should give it a go!








As I walk through the bar to leave, I dig to find my phone in my pocket. With my head down, perusing the countless emails that beckon me in the real world, I don’t see the person I nearly plow over.

“Oh, my God. Shit, I’m sorry—fuck. Are you alright?” I question, grabbing her arm to keep her from biting the big one and face planting.

The most stunning eyes find mine when I pull her up.

It’s her. Ann.

What are the damn odds?

She wobbles a bit and I bring my arms around her waist to keep her upright. She blushes and puts her hands on my chest to steady herself. Warmth spreads through me in their wake.

Biting her lip, she laughs, looking nervous. “I—I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

I peer down at her and smile. “Darlin’, you didn’t do anything wrong. I ran into you. You okay now?”

Awkwardly, she pats my chest a few times, showing a little bit of her goofy side. “Yes, thank you.”

She’s still patting my chest, and I clear my throat. A bright crimson color spreads across her cheeks and she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, taking a step back.

The wind picks up a bit, causing that piece of hair to move into her face. I resist the urge to take it in my fingers to feel the softness.

She giggles and looks up at me. “Well, thank you for...catching me.”

I tip my invisible hat. “Anytime, ma’am. You have a good night.”

She waves and turns on her heel to leave, and damn if I don’t want to let her go just yet. I look down at my watch. Eleven-thirty. Crap.

“Hey, Ann,” I call out, despite the fact that I should have been home at least twenty minutes ago.

If you’re going to do something, do it all the way, right?

She turns to face me with a big, maybe, hopeful smile on her face. “Yeah?”

“You were absolutely stunning in there.” I point my thumb toward the building. “Really, your voice is amazing.”

She looks down at her boots and kicks the dirt.

There’s those boots again. Dammit.

“Thank you. I could have killed Rylie for making me do that.”

You wouldn’t tell from her performance. She’s a natural.

“You should thank him. You have a magnificent voice,” I praise, taking a step toward her.

Blush appears on her face once again. “You’re too kind, but that’s very sweet of you to say.” 
She pauses and her eyes sparkle in the moonlight. “I didn’t catch your name.”

Taking my hand out of my pocket, I wipe the moisture on my jeans and stick it out to shake hers. “Duane. It was nice to meet you, Ann.”

She takes my hand in hers and it fits perfectly—like a puzzle piece.

“It was my pleasure, Duane.”

I smile and nod my head. “Night.”

She waves and walks toward the entrance.

Looking back one more time, I’m not ashamed to admit I openly gawk at her the entire way.
With a knowing smile, she waves once more and goes inside, leaving me alone in the parking lot.

With a bit of a spring in my step, I head toward my truck, whistling like a moron.
The night turned out to be much better than I anticipated.






Cassie Graham is first and foremost, a wife and mother. She has one crazy daughter and a just as nutters husband that she loves dearly. She lives in sunny--all be it, scorching Arizona, where the summers are ridiculously hot and the winters are perfection. She'd pick winter any day.


Cassie went to school to be a teacher, but quit to become a proud military wife in 2010. During that time, she found her passion to write. Being a loud and proud choirgirl in school, she needed another creative outlet and writing seemed like the perfect fit.

If Cassie isn't writing, she's more than likely cooking for her family or has her nose buried deep in a book. She finds inspiration in all things. Movies, music, and life fuel her characters’ lives, and she wouldn't have it any other way.




 


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