Brass Tabby by Rowan Helaine 💕 Behind the Scenes, Book Tour and $15 Gift Card Giveaway 💕(Dark Romantic Comedy)

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It’s loathe at first felony for the man with no future and the girl with no past.

It’s loathe at first felony for the man with no future and the girl with no past.

Left blind and gruesomely scarred following a horrific accident, former golden boy Grant Harcourt isn’t looking for new friends when a snarky ball of hellfire dives into the back of his chartered car. Scrappy street artist Enola Fothergill is just trying to survive, and she definitely doesn’t need the attention that association with the Harcourt clan could bring. A bungled carjacking sparks a slow-burning passion, but when Nola’s murky former life catches up with her, they’ll both have to decide how far they’re willing to go for love.

I started writing the crash scenes ten years ago and set it aside because I had no idea where something like that would even fit into a story. I wrote other things, and then one day I picked up these few pages of random text and it just flowed. The characters were suddenly fully developed in my head, and I could barely keep up with the story. Occasionally I would get stuck, and I would call my father. He’s a retired mental health professional, so I would have him analyze my characters to get to the best way that they would respond to the current situation. Ultimately, I started to realize that I was actually drawing from a lot of my own personal experiences, to the point that when I finished, I felt like I had opened a vein over the page. It was a very cathartic experience, and I think that comes through in the book. I feel like a stronger person for having written it, and I hope readers can take something equally positive from reading it.

The First Meeting:

The door swung open unexpectedly, and a body plummeted headlong into the back seat atop him. A winded feminine voice barked an order into the empty front seat. “Drive! Drive! Fucking drive!”

How surprising this world could be, Grant ruminated, a slow smile curving over his lips. He turned an ear to the parking lot outside, listening for footsteps. He’d sent his chauffeur into the store for a bottle of rye, but the man still hadn’t returned. He sat patiently for a moment, waiting for the girl in his lap to realize that there was no one to step on the gas. Tapping her shoulder, he smiled helpfully. “The driver’s inside. Also, this isn’t an UberPool.”

“Oh.” The girl behind the expressionless white Halloween mask sat up and groaned impatiently.

“For fuck’s sake…”

He heard the hinges on the seat in front creak as she threw one leg over the barrier. He realized, with some amusement, that she intended to steal the car with him inside. As if on cue, the driver’s side door opened and Grant reached up, grabbing the waist of her pants and yanking her back as the chauffeur slid into his seat. A seasoned professional, the man seemed barely fazed by the addition of a strange masked character sprawled across his fare’s knees. He simply passed the bottle back to Grant and waited for direction.

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Born and raised in New England, Rowan is currently leading a semi-nomadic existence in the company of her aggressively affectionate hound dog Filburt and a hardy Finnish sourdough starter. She enjoys solo travel, rescue animals, men, and carbs.