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Wednesday, July 22, 2020

IndieSage PR Presents: The Goodbye Guy by Natasha Moore; #ReleaseBlitz, #BlogTour, #NowAvailable, #OutNow, #TBR, #Live, #Giveaway

by Natasha Moore
A Men of Lakeside Novel
Publication Date: July 20, 2020
Genres: Adult, Entangled: August, Contemporary, Romance
#NewRelease #TheGoodbyeGuy #EntangledAugust #ContemporaryRomance #EnemiestoLovers #OppositesAttract #TheMenofLakeside #NatashaMoore 


Rachel Bradford is finally living her dream as the star of her own interior design show. But ratings are slipping, and if she wants to save the show, she has to set an episode in the hometown she fled. Worst of all, she’s going to have to work with the cocky bad boy who humiliated her.
Single dad, Beckett Colburn plans to turn an old fire station into a neighborhood bar. He’s blindsided when he discovers his family made a deal to turn his dream into a reality TV project. He’d rather run into a burning builing than work with his childhood nemesis–on camera.
But it’s not easy with a TV crew in town stirring up trouble, spreading rumors, creating buzz. Not to mention the inconvenient sudden attraction that sparks every time Rachel and Beckett fight.


They stretched out beside each other, cushioned by the blanket, studying the vast sky in silence. Dark blue gradually gave way to inky black and the stars began to pop out, winking, and gradually revealing patterns like the Big Dipper and Orion. Before long, the entire expanse of sky above them was covered in countless dots of light. The moon wasn’t full yet, but its brightness was enough for him to see Rachel beside him.

“Wow,” Rachel breathed. Her fingers curled around his. “Breathtaking.”


He squeezed her fingers but kept his eyes on the stars as he spoke. “I’ve thought about getting a telescope, but this is my favorite view of the sky. The awe-inspiring understanding that the universe is so much bigger than we can imagine, and we’re only a single heartbeat in the history of creation.”

Rachel didn’t say a word, but she turned her head and kissed his shoulder. Her breath brushed along his skin. The lapping of the water gently rocked the boat. He lifted her hand to his mouth and pressed his lips to her knuckles.

“Beckett,” she whispered.

He sat up. His entire body was crying for her. “We should get back.”

“Should we?” Rachel hadn’t moved. She smiled up at him.

He ached to grab her, claim her, bury himself inside her. “We promised we wouldn’t complicate things with sex.”

“Things between us are already complicated. They’ve been complicated for more than twenty years.”

How could he laugh and cry at the same time? He’d been trying so hard to prove he was more than that bad boy she used to know.

Rachel took his hand and pulled him back down. He didn’t resist her tug, instead he rolled over so he was on top. Their bodies brushed, teased. He captured her mouth with his. The hunger that had been consuming him ever since she sauntered over to him at the marina couldn’t be contained any longer. He crushed her lips with his, tangled his tongue with hers in a frantic dance that left him only craving more.

His hand found a soft, full breast. She arched into his touch with a moan that was lost in his mouth. He brushed a thumb across one beaded nipple and she moaned again. He was hard as hell with only their swimsuits between them. She raised her hips so that her sex rubbed against his erection.

“Oh God,” she cried. She sat up and reached behind her to untie her top.

Lights from an approaching boat made her freeze and drop again to the deck, clutching the loosened top to her chest. “There are other foolish people out here after dark?”

The occupants of the other boat called out a greeting and continued on. Beckett sat back on his knees and pulled her up. In one swift movement, he removed her bathing suit top and there they were, those beautiful breasts he’d been aching to see, to touch, to taste. He wasn’t able to see them as well as he’d like in the darkness, but that wouldn’t stop him from enjoying.

He lowered his face to the valley between them, his arms around her, pulling her as close as she could be. “God, Rachel.” He suckled one nipple, then the other, and back again. As his desire grew, he sucked harder, deeper. And then his teeth began to nip and scrape. He was crazy with need, and her urging cries told him she felt the same way.

Rachel’s nails dug into his back, and he wanted to cry out with some kind of caveman triumph. She wanted him. Chose him. Marked him.

But she wasn’t going to keep him.

He wouldn’t think right now about the goodbyes to come. He was going to enjoy every moment with her, and right now that meant giving her pleasure and slaking his own. That meant getting out of the reach of lights and getting naked.

Beckett caught her face in his hands and did his best to kiss her senseless. “Let’s take this below.”


Natasha Moore fell in love with the written word as soon as she could read. She’s the author of more than twenty romances, and believes that stories of love and hope are important. Love can happen at any age and she often writes about vibrant and passionate characters finding love later in life. She’s a snowbird, spending the winters in sunny Florida, and the rest of the year in beautiful western New York with her real life hero who is happy to tell everyone that he’s her inspiration.

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