Blog Tour Excerpt with Giveaway: Tinfoil Heart by Daisy Prescott

Posted April 27, 2018 by Lisa Mandina in Blog Tour, giveaway / 0 Comments

Book Info:

TitleTinfoil Heart  
Author:  Daisy Prescott
Genre:  Romantic Comedy
Published:  April 21st, 2018

Synopsis:

A new romantic comedy about love, letting go, and little green men from USA Today Bestselling author Daisy Prescott.

My father was abducted by aliens.
Or so I believed for the last eighteen years.

After my mother’s death, I moved to Roswell, capital of all things alien. I’m going to find out the truth and nothing will stop me . . . except Boone Santos.

Compared to the intergalactic tinfoil hat brigade, he’s a god amongst mere mortals. Too handsome for his own good (and mine), with a grumpy arrogance, and the most beautiful smile ever—he smashes my plan to pieces like a UFO crashing into the desert.

I need a tinfoil hat for my heart.

Do I believe in aliens? I’m not sure.
What do I believe? I’m not going to fall in love with Boone. Definitely not . . .
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Excerpt:

Im never coming
back here.

Well, thanks for taking everything. I
wipe my hands on my skirt and try to put them in the dresss pockets, only remembering too late this dress
doesnt have them.

What a waste of a nice blue floral summer dress. Every dress
should have pockets. So should cardigans. This is why I buy mine in the mens section of thrift stores. Old man
cardigans always have pockets for candy or rubber bands, or whatever old men
need to carry in their sweater pockets. My own grandfather put butterscotch and
star mints in his. At his funeral a few years ago, I snuck a couple pieces of
each into his casket.

Full of rejects from the garage sale, the big truck drives away.
I stand alone in the driveway. The desire to wave good-bye hits me in the
center of my chest, and I realize its
not the stuff Im going to miss,
its my life.

Behind me, my grandparents house, the only home Ive ever known, is an empty shell. Shadows of old
frames and mirrors fill the walls, revealing the true colors of the Laura
Ashley floral wallpaper my grandmother installed in the eighties. Sunlight
faded carpet darkens where the sofa and Grandpas
favorite recliner once sat. Upstairs, the bathroom sink still drips, unaware no
one is here to curse at the incessant tap, tap, tap against the pink porcelain.

Let the new owners deal with the unreliable plumbing.

The closing is tomorrow. A new family will move in and fill this
house with their own memories. I hope they replace the carpetits seen some shit. Literally.

Im alone.

Single.

No living family.

Can an adult be an orphan? Sure feels that way.

An orphan at twenty-seven. Too old for Daddy Warbucks to swoop in
and adopt me into a life of wealth. No adorable mutt by my side to listen to my
sad story.

I dont even have cats.

The last pet I had was a depressed goldfish. He could barely
muster up the interest to do laps around his bowl. I could totally relate to
him feeling trapped, living a monotonous existence without purpose or passion.

My entire life has been spent in this faded upstate town, long
past its prime. Whatever good or interesting that could happen here, already
has. Tethered here by my family and small town expectations, Ive tried to make the most of growing up in a
place where success is an echo and hope is a memory.

Now theres no reason to
stay.

A strange sense of freedom expands my ribcage as I inhale the
thick, humid air of the New York August day.

Now I can go anywhere. Adventure and the open road await.

Go west.

I stayed because of her.

Mom left once. Right out of high school. She packed up, impatient
to put miles between her and this forgotten place. When she came home six
months later, pregnant and married, her adventure became an example of why its better to accept our place in the
world than expose ourselves to unknown disappointments.

At least thats what the locals
like to remind me.

The grass is never greener.

What about my father?

He followed her home and stayed. For a while.

Until he left in the middle of the night.

At first mom said he was away on a business trip.

Then the story changed to caring for a sick relative out of
state.

Eventually, she told me the truth.

Hed been abducted.

By aliens.
  

About the Author:

USA Today Bestselling Author Daisy Prescott writes romantic comedies about real love.

Her Modern Love Stories feature characters in their thirties and forties finding and rediscovering love in unexpected and humorous ways. Her Wingmen books star regular guys who often have beards, drive trucks, and love deeply once they fall. Daisy’s Love with Altitude latest small town, rom com series is set in Aspen, Colorado. Bewitched is a magical serial set in Salem, Massachusetts. Don’t miss her standalone, Tinfoil Heart, a rom com about love, letting go, and little green men.


AUTHOR LINKS:

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Giveaway:

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