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#Teatime character interview with Robecca and Sara Carlisle (protagonist in You Can’t Hurry Love by A.N Verebes) 

Hello, Sara. Welcome to Tea Time!

Hi! My name is Sara and my story is told in You Can’t Hurry Love.

Tell us two things about yourself that the reader doesn’t know.

  1. My parents’ names were Patrick and Rebecca. I’ve always thought I’d incorporate them into my kids’ names somehow.
  2. My favourite colour is bright yellow, which may come as a surprise because I don’t really wear it much, and my house is all decorated in neutral tones.

How are things going / progressing since telling your story?

Really well! I don’t want to give much away about our story, but I don’t think it’s much of a surprise that Charlie and I got our Happily Ever After. Still, this isn’t the last the series has seen of us, even though the tale of how we got together has been told. Our lives are interconnected with all of our friends and family, and there are definitely some more surprises lurking around the corner; I can feel it!

What do you think Charlie’s love language is?

Charlie’s definitely more emotive around me than anyone else, but he still shows his love more through actions than flowery language, and that’s just fine by me. He’s as impulsive as ever, so we’re often going on impromptu getaways, or he’s bringing home little gifts, or fixing things around the house without having to be asked.

What has Charlie done lately that made you blush?

It used to take a lot to make me blush, but when Charlie sends me sweet, supportive messages -especially on days he knows I’m having a tough time or getting swept away by my anxieties- and reminds me that I’m strong, independent, and capable, and that I inspire him? That’s when I blush. 

Robecca: I love that! Thank you so much for spending time with us. We had so much fun getting to know you.

Book Details :

Title: You Can’t Hurry Love

ASIN: B09S35VNTL

Release Date: ebook: March 24, 2022, print: March 6, 2022

Rating: Explicit/Mature Audiences Only 

Tag LineSometimes love is worth the wait.

Blurb:

Sara Carlisle and Charlie Rhodes are complete opposites. Oil and water. Chalk and cheese.

Before Sara even meets Charlie, she hates him. He’s insulted her best friend -a woman Sara considers family- and that is unforgivable. In person he proves to be just as obnoxious and insufferable as she’d anticipated. And, as far as she’s concerned, the fact that he’s tall and muscular with an accent to die for is not enough to redeem him. Charlie Rhodes is an arrogant A–hole (with a capital A!) and that’s all there is to it!

For his part, Charlie thinks Sara is a conceited pain in the arse. A prissy princess to the nth degree. It becomes his prerogative to get under her skin for the sheer pleasure of riling her up. He feels genuine enjoyment in the face of her frustration, and he makes no secret of it. Besides, she gives as good as she gets!

Fundamentally opposed in every way, it’s obvious to those around them that they’re not going to get along.

But unfortunately, thanks to their respective families, they are stuck in each other’s lives for the foreseeable future. Being civil is as good as it is going to get…or is it?

When their relationship turns from reluctant acquaintances to red hot lovers, they find it’s good.

Really good.

What could possibly go wrong?

In a slow-burn romance that follows hot on the heels of Handle With Care*, Sara and Charlie discover that you really can’t rush romance.

*Both Handle With Care and You Can’t Hurry Love can be read as standalone novels in the expanding Jukebox Collection series.

Excerpt (Chapter Two) – Rated G

Charlie bristled on Everett’s behalf, but apparently so did Sara. She set her cutlery down with more force than necessary and, with exaggerated patience, responded to Roger, “Again: not everyone feels the need to blatantly splash their cash around.” She looked up and across the table at Charlie, demanding, “Back me up here.”

Roger spoke before Charlie could. “No offence,” (With that, Charlie knew that he would very much take offence to the next words that came out of the man’s mouth.) “but Old Mate here’s a builder, right? That’s not exactly on the same level.”

The sound of frustration Sara made at the back of her throat almost had Charlie chuckling. “Maybe not the same as Everett, no,” she argued –bizarrely– on Charlie’s behalf, now folding her arms across her chest as she stared down her boyfriend, “but I’m willing to bet he’s just as financially comfortable as you are. Possibly even more. But that shouldn’t change how valid his opinion on the topic is either way.”

Her tone was heated now. Charlie felt a little badly for Roger, who probably began the whole conversation with good, if misguided, intentions. “Look,” he said diplomatically, attempting to ease the tension, “I can see both sides here. As a kid, I always thought if I had the dosh, I’d live the high life. But that’s not actually me, and it’s not Rhett, either. But it doesn’t make enjoying your money wrong if that’s what make you happy.”

“That’s the point I was trying to make,” Sara huffed. Charlie was almost worried that Sara would lecture him about mansplaining the topic –which he felt he might have done a little– but her boyfriend, for all his book smarts, seemed a bit thick witted, so putting it into different words might have helped.

Roger was silent for a moment. “Well, yeah, alright,” he finally acknowledged, reaching for his glass of wine. “I won’t pretend to understand it, but I see what you’re saying.”

As he raised his drink to his mouth, Sara rolled her eyes and mouthed ‘No he doesn’t’ across the table at Charlie, who snorted and then covered the sound with a cough.

“You alright there, Charlie?” Everett asked, giving him a thump to his back as he reclaimed his seat beside his brother. In a lower voice he added, “Don’t tell me you’ve been arguing again.”

“I have been on my best behaviour,” Charlie assured him, catching Sara’s gaze and nodding in acknowledgement. 

Perhaps, he thought to himself, being civil wasn’t completely out of their reach.

BUY LINKS:

Amazon (US): https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09S35VNTL

Universal (International Amazon ebook & Wide Print): https://books2read.com/YouCantHurryLove

Prices (in USD):

Print: $9.99

E-Book: $2.99 (and enrolled in Kindle Unlimited)

Length: 240 Pages

Meet Anita

Anita (A.N.) Verebes is a daydreamer and romance novelist. As a civil marriage celebrant, Anita makes a living telling other people’s love stories and celebrating real romance! Also armed with a Bachelor of Education (Secondary), Anita is a qualified -but not practising- High School English teacher who loves to read anything she can get her hands on, including fanfiction. (And, yes, she’s written her fair share of that, too.) Living directly between Queensland’s sunny Gold and Sunshine coasts, Anita spends her days exploring the Great South East with her husband and their two rambunctious sons. When at home, she’s also a slave to two cats and one very spoilt Great Dane X.

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#Teatime with Robecca and Viviana Mackade as she shares an excerpt from Valkyrie Love.

Excerpt 3 from chapter 21 – 999 words

And I do have a last name. Not sure which one I’m using at the moment. I should check on my passport… Which I lost somewhere along the road. Damn it. That’s going to be a headache.” As an afterthought, she added, “I have to change it every time I redo my identity.”

“Okay. Interesting.”

“I didn’t die for millions of years. I must keep my personal data up to date. Are you freaking out?”

“I know who you are, Brenna. I guess I never thought about the practical side of it.”

“Well, let me tell you, the digital era is a bitch. It was much easier when I only had to move from continent to continent to start over. No questions, only a sheet of paper I could easily forge.”

Silence stretched for a few steps before Reed dropped a bomb in the most offhanded voice. “Would you take mine?”

“Your what?”

“Last name.”

Minutes passed. Then more. “I– ah…”

“I need to hear something here, Brenna.”

“Did you just propose?”

“No. Maybe. Well, in a way. I mean, I’m gonna wanna do it right as soon as we’re back home, but as we were talking about last names, it seemed a good enough moment.” 

“You don’t have to do it because we – you now. Because we have been intimate.”

Anger didn’t belong to Reed and yet, it set off from him like steam. His jaw set in steel, his lips tightened in a hard line, a dangerous fire set off in his eyes. 

He stopped, grabbed her arm. “Don’t you dare cheapen what we did, Brenna. I can fuck my way to my death with random strangers and still want to spend my life with you. We could have waited an eternity before making love, and I’d still want to spend my life with you.”

The grip on her arm hardened, but never to the point of hurting. No matter how mad, Reed would never lose it. “I love you. I love you here and now in this crazy place, and I want to keep doing it once we’re back. I want a life with you, a normal one, where there’s no giants or demons’ asses to bust. You don’t have to answer me now. You must know where I’m heading with this, though.”

Brenna’s answer never found its way out because Ulf came to them. “Problems?”

“No. Just straightening out a few things. Excuse me,” Reed said, walking away ahead to Mae.

Ulf turned to her. “Maeraggyth brings a tale of horror from Alfheim.”

Brenna had to clear her voice and painfully go back to the present they lived, and the war that could happen. “Yes. Did she tell you who the little girl is?”

“No need. Her power can only be of Royal lineage. I sensed it from afar.”

“Meet Queen Fljóða of Alfheim.”

Ulf’s nodded, grave. “The reigning Queen.”

“King Freyr and Queen Gerðr of the Light Elves were assassinated by a breed of unknown origin. They took Alfheim.” 

Ulf tensed, the halo of light around him darkened. 

He walked ahead of the group with no other words, leaving Brenna with one big, unanswered question that had nothing to do with Yggdrasil politics. A question she had the answer to. 

If only she was not petrified. Ashamed. 

She’d given up her name once, built an entire existence under a new one, year after year through millennia, being who she wanted to be. Was she ready to give it up again? 

Would she lose her freedom? 

Hadn’t she already? 

So much had changed in her since she’d left Midgard, since she’d met him. 

In front of her, like he often did, Reed took the princess from Mae, for her relief as much as for his enjoying time with the little girl. 

A decent man. One who understood her, respected her, accepted all her edges. The gods knew if Reed had seen a lot of those in their journey. He loved her, anyway. He taught her to be unafraid of her shades and would always push her to be better. 

Did she need him? 

No. She’d been doing just fine without him for a long time. 

Did she want him? Love him? 

Yes. Absolutely.

So, all in all, the real question was how far deep her stupidity had reached. Brenna wouldn’t let herself get scared now, scared of wanting his name and the life he offered. 

She’d been Hjörþrimul, a Valkyrie powerful and feared. 

She’d been Brenna, free and careless in Midgard. 

And now she would embrace her third, and last, life as Brenna Reed, happy and in love. 

She chuckled, not ashamed of such silly thoughts but indeed self-conscious.

She trotted to him, shaking her head as she realized she was out of breath, and not because of the light jog. “I’m sorry.” 

“You have a right to whatever thoughts and feelings. Never, ever, chalk up what I want from us to sex. I’m too old to play the game. I know better.”

“If you’re too old, I wonder what I am.”

“I don’t know.” He shifted the princess onto his other side. “Why don’t you tell me?” 

“I’m someone who can be stupid. Old habits die hard, Reed, and mine are ancient. Literally. I guess I freaked out.”

“I know you did. I don’t know why.”

Brenna took a long, fortifying breath. “I’ve been tied up to a man I considered a father who betrayed me. I’ve been tied up to another I loved who died because of me. Experience taught me to be scared of ties and sharing a last name sure is.”

“You’ve never been tied up with me, ain’t you now?”

Such a relief to have Reed back with his easy smile. “Nope.”

“And there’s the answer to your tribulations.” He turned serious. “I told you, you don’t have to answer now. I only wanted you to know.”

“I do. And when you decide it’s time, my answer will be yes.”

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About Viviana


Beach bum and country music addicted, Viviana lives in a small Floridian town with her die-hard fans and personal cheer squad: her husband, her son, and her daughter. She spends her days between typing on her beloved keyboard, playing in the pool with her babies, and eating whatever her husband puts on her plate (the guy is that good, and she really loves eating). Besides beaching, she enjoys long walks, horse-riding, hiking, and pretty much whatever she can do outside with her family.

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