Roping Your Heart Cover Reveal!

The day is FINALLY here! I am SO darn excited to share Roping Your Heart’s cover with you!! Isn’t Axel one sexy as heck cowboy?! This best friends/roommates to lovers romance will make you swoon, laugh, and believe in love. With a dash of angst, you’ll love going on this journey with Axel and Lia.

What do you think? Tell me in the comments! 

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BLURB: 

Lia Montgomery has been my best friend since we were kids, but when she moves back to our hometown, we can’t ignore the chemistry between us. And I’ve come up with a plan to make her mine.

First on the list? Make her my roommate.  

It seems like a great idea at the time, but one look at her in those little pajama shorts and a thin tee shirt, and all I want to do is throw her over my shoulder, caveman style. 

Screw the plan. 

A simple dare changes everything between us. But when I’m challenged to do the one thing that could tear us apart forever, I realize there’s more at risk than just my heart.

EXCERPT:

Surrounded by nature, hearing the horses whinny, everything is in perfect balance. Things are going to be okay. Like any new situation, it takes some time to adjust, even if Axel and I have always understood each other, it’s something new. 

“Here you go.” Axel hands me a glass of wine and sits next to me, a beer bottle in his hand. 

“Thanks.” I take a sip, and he clears his throat loudly. “Sorry,” I smirk and shrug. We toast, and then I take a drink of the red wine as the breeze begins to cool down. 

“I know things got a little weird earlier, but I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” Axel begins speaking, staring straight ahead. Unsure of what to say, I nod. If I deny it, he’ll know I’m lying. If I’m honest, there’s no turning back. I choose silence at the moment, drink more wine, and stare at the mountains. 

After a few minutes, I’ve organized my thoughts. “I wasn’t uncomfortable, but this is new territory.” It’s vague, but it isn’t a lie.

“For me, too.” He finally turns his head to catch my eyes. They’re soft and peaceful as I take in the swirl of colors, combination of amber and brown. 

We may be pretending this is a platonic living situation, but we both know there’s something deeper in the foundation of this agreement. A hope that’s blossoming. Then, why aren’t either of us confident enough to take the next step?

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Write You a Love Song is LIVE!

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I can FINALLY share one of my favorite couples with you! I’ve been so excited to give you this story for almost a year! *gasps* I’ve been not-so-patiently waiting for this day.

I absolutely love Write You a Love Song. Knox & Ainsley’s story is one of those that I had so much fun writing. They’re two characters I loved exploring, and I found my love for romance again—no second-thoughts or doubting, but simply having fun as I allowed the words to move through me.

You can read Write You a Love Song on Amazon and Free with Kindle Unlimited!

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BLURB:

What’s a girl to do after burning all of her no-good, cheating boyfriend’s belongings? Throw a dart at a map and start over in a new town.

I may be new to the small town of Everton, but I’m well aware that I now share a zip code with a celebrity. You’d have to be living under a rock to not know, Knox Bentley, one of country music’s biggest stars. 

When Knox wanders into my bar— careful brown eyes and broody attitude—I can’t tear my gaze away. A cheating scandal fresh on his heels is just one reason I should stay far, far away, but the closer we get, the more I realize he’s not at all what I imagined.

But being a famous musician comes with unwanted attention…the kind that tears people apart, and now it’s becoming too painful to stay by his side.

They say love is a choice, but so is leaving… 

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Check out the prologue below!

Prologue

Knox

The flashing car lights I’m anxious to leave behind are a blur as I speed down the highway. I can’t drive fast enough to escape my past. I scrub a hand down my face, the other tightening around the steering wheel as my knuckles whiten. 

The radio is silent. I don’t want a reminder of the one thing that stole everything from me. The swooshing of the other cars I race past is enough music for my ears. The pelting rain on my car adds the only drumming I need right now. 

An angry breath moves through me, and I blow out air from my lips. All I can think about is her. Her and the pain in her eyes that mirrored the same pain I put there four years ago. 

It’s done. 

It was done a long time ago, and I’m the only one to blame. 

I squeeze my eyes shut despite my flying speed. I’ve lost control of everything in my life. Little by little, I gave a piece of my life to a dream I thought would offer everything I ever needed. 

Instead, it destroyed me. It destroyed my passion. And now, the media is having a ball with it all, blowing it all up, making mountains out of invisible grains of sand. Enough to hurt both her and me. 

I was naïve, and she was strong. 

I flick the turn signal and take the exit, the shrilling sound of an incoming call interrupting my thoughts. 

“What?” I bark out. 

“Where are you?” My friend and manager, Harris, asks. 

“You know where.” I go to hang up, but his voice comes through. 

“Don’t do it,” he demands. 

“You can’t tell me what to do anymore.”

“Knox, we’ll get through this. We’ll get a new label. Hell, you’re famous enough you can create your own label and release whatever you want,” he tries to convince me. This is about more than my music. This is about something bigger than a label, it’s about a culture. 

“I’m done, Harris.”

“When will you be back?” His voice rings with resignation. 

“I don’t know.” I hang up and pull into the airport. 

Grabbing my suitcase, I stalk through the doors, cap low on my face and head bowed. I go through security, never glancing back at the city I’m leaving behind.  

—©2019, Fabiola Francisco

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Small town lovin’… or not

Many of you know that a year ago I packed my belongings and moved to a tiny village in Spain. I was raised in the city, but my father is from this part of Spain and I always loved coming in the summers while growing up. It’s like I got the best of both worlds—city and small-town experiences. So while I spent most of my time in a city, I always craved living in the mountains somewhere, and here I am. Can I get a whoop, whoop? 

I tend to write small-town romances for this reason. The gossip, the nosy neighbors, where everyone knows everyone (whether you love it or hate it). It creates a sense of community you don’t get everywhere, and although sometimes it’s a huge eye-roll, I love living in a place like this. Small towns are definitely not boring. There is always something going on and some mischief to participate in. 

In Write You a Love Song, Ainsley is new to Everton, a fictional small town in Wyoming. Her sense of adventure and need for change led her there, but she struggles with some experiences that are personal to my own. It’s not easy being the new girl in town (and for me, even when I know some of the people). However, little by little, you become a part of this community. 

I mean, am I the only one who watches a Hallmark movie and fantasizes about moving to a small town and finding love? Tell me I’m not alone! A tall, handsome man that works with his hands and… Okay, I’m getting off topic.

Unfortunately, that has not been the case for me. Whomp, whomp, whomp. LOL I’m holding on to hope, though! 

One the bright side of my non-flourishing love life, I have traveled a bit since I’ve been here and loved every second. AND I get to write about all the wonderful love stories and romances we love and dream about (that’s me, dreaming about a book boyfriend coming off the pages of a book and sweeping me away. Totally normal, right?). 

Would you like to live in a small town? If you already do, what’s your favorite thing about it? Tell me in the comments! I’d love to know! 

 

P.S. This is the closest to romance I’ve gotten here.

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LOL Only kidding! This is my terrible sense of humor coming to light.

Praise for Promise You

It’s always scary as an author to put a new book out into the world. We know it will be criticized, loved, read and re-read. We never know how it will be accepted until it’s placed in the hands of readers, and I am so grateful for the reviews I’ve received for Promise You. It makes me happy beyond words that you love my country musicians and southern gentlemen book boyfriends as much as I do!

Read below for the praise Promise You has received from readers. If you’ve already read it, let me know what you thought of Reese and Dex’s story in the comments, and I’d love for you to write a review in your retailer of choice!

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“Such a swoon-worthy romance with lots of laughs!” Nicole, Goodreads Review

A flirty friends-to-lovers romance book

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“This was a wonderful friends to lovers romance that not only had off the chart chemistry but also had two perfect characters that the reader could not help but fall in love with.” Nicki, The Overflowing Bookcase

 

“I love friends-to-lovers story lines and Promise You has two-stepped its way to the top of my list.” Alicia, Goodreads Review

A flirty friends-to-lovers romance book

“We’ve got a strong willed, country boy battling against a sassy, spitfire girl on how to navigate the waters of friends-to-lovers. Their relationship is sweet and the chemistry between the two is so heartfelt. A feel good storyline that will leave a smile on your face.” Courtney, Within the Pages Book Blog

A surprise pregnancy romance book with humor and heart

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“Fabiola’s books are home to me. This book was no different. It was such feel good story.” Mariya, Goodreads Review

 

“I was glued to each page! This book has chemistry, amazing characters, and a story line that you want more of.” Crystal, Crystal’s Book World

A country music romance book with a surprise pregnancy

“Dex and Reese had amazing chemistry and I couldn’t put this book down for a second!” Julie, Goodreads Review

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Paperback Sale!

Perfectly Imperfect is getting a NEW cover! I am so excited to share the new design with you. This book will always be special, and Mia and Grayson will always hold a place in my heart. This was the first novel I wrote and published, and the one that kick-started my career.

For all you book collectors, I have discounted the paperback with the original cover to $9.99 (and all currency rate changes on international sites).

Grab your paperback on sale here: https://amzn.to/2JU6ZdX

New Look Coming Soon!

Make sure to keep an eye out for the NEW cover on April 11, 2019! I will make sure to share it with you as soon as I reveal it.

Synopsis:

I live by certain rules:
1. My career comes first.
2. No sleepovers, just sex.
3. Never let the heart get involved.
4. Leave the past where it belongs.

I won’t break these rules for anyone. Not even the charming cowboy that danced his way into my life with that sexy, southern drawl. I see glimpses of a familiar pain in Grayson’s eyes, but all we can offer each other is a temporary escape.

No strings, that’s what we agreed on. So, why does it feel different with him?

I’m shattering my rules, one by one, until what’s left is a mess of emotions and broken hearts. Grayson wants more from me, but I’m not sure I can give him my body … and my heart.

 

This sale is limited time offer, and price will be increased to its regular $13.99 on April 10th.

Promise You: Cover Reveal & Excerpt!

I am so beyond excited to finally share this cover with you! It’s sweet, fun, and so perfect for Reese and Dex’s story. I mean, can’t you just feel their relationship as you stare at the cover?! It gives me all the feels, and I can’t wait for you to read the story inside! Check out the cover here, and read an excerpt from Promise You.

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About the book:

She wants to be friends. I want more.

I’ve had my eyes set on her for months. The gorgeous brunette captured my attention when I first saw her and stole my heart when I met her.

Making it in the music industry has taken its toll on me, chipping away at my confidence and patience. The one thing that keeps me going is having Reese by my side. I’m determined to show her how good we can be together, even if she continues to pretend there’s nothing between us.

One night changes everything, giving me the only thing I’d want more than a career in country music—her.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself,” she winks and orders a martini. “Do you want a beer?” She turns to look my way while the bartender waits.

“I’m going with whiskey tonight.” Reese raises her eyebrows, and I chuckle. “Need something stronger than beer if I’m going to be standing next to you in that dress all night, darlin’.” The bartender bites down her smile, watching our exchange before making our drinks.

“Dex,” she warns.

“Yeah, I know.” I raise my arms, palms facing her. “Just friends.”

“Yeah,” she sighs and grabs her martini. Once I have my drink, Reese links her arm with mine, and we make rounds. “Isn’t this amazing? One day you’ll have an event like this, I just know it.” Her encouragement is welcomed at a time like this when I feel like I may never get to this point in my career.

“Yeah, maybe.” I don’t miss the defeat in my voice.

“Hey,” she stops walking, pulling me to her by the arm she’s holding. “You’re really good. One of the best I’ve heard in a long time, and I don’t just say that because you’re one of my best friends. I mean it. I’ve been surrounded in this industry since my brother was playing in Riot, just like you. I know how hard it is, I’ve met musicians in the past. Your voice is unique.”

“Thanks, Reese.” I lift a shoulder, wanting to drop the subject in a public place.

“I mean it, Dex.” I nod in silence and look away, pretending to take in the atmosphere.

The live music starts, singers congratulating Rebel Desire as they perform a couple of songs. The fans go wild for all the talent spending their evening with us.

“Dance with me,” I grab Reese’s empty glass and place it on the bar. Everyone else around us is dancing to the music, so there’s no excuse that people will talk or get the wrong idea.

Just when I think she’s going to refuse, she puts her arm around me and begins to sway to the soft music. For a minute, all is right in the world. The worries of making it in this industry, the envy of not having the success others do, it all fades away the second Reese wraps her arms around me and moves to the beat.

I may have fucked around a lot in my life, but after meeting Reese and spending time with her, I’m sure I’d never want anyone else but her. If only I can make her see how good we’d be together.

I remember the first time I saw her, weeks before I actually met her. She was at Riot, laughing and drinking with friends. Her laugh reached me through the crowd, drawing my attention to her. Her confidence danced to the rhythm of the song I was performing. After that, she’d come in on her own some nights, and I’d watch her while I sang songs she could’ve inspired.

Women like Reese, hell, there are no other women like Reese. She’s in a league of her own—gorgeous, funny, and independent.

Copyright 2019, Fabiola Francisco

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All My Truths & One Lie, Prologue

Read All My Truths & One Lie’s prologue below. For more information about the book, click here.

 Prologue


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When I was a little girl, I used to wander around the playground and contemplate life. I didn’t understand some things and understood others way too much. I processed information differently, in a weird way, and I didn’t understand why my friends were so . . . immature. Yes, at the ripe age of ten, I wondered why kids acted like kids as if I had some wisdom they didn’t have. It wasn’t that I did, I just saw things differently. 

I had friends, but I distanced myself. I needed to as a form of regaining my sanity, or center, or . . . I don’t know. Simply needing some time. Too in my own head, that’s what I was told. I was too serious. Too reserved. Too wild. A plethora of adjectives that didn’t always mesh, yet completed me. I couldn’t argue with those descriptions, I knew they were true. A girl who fantasized too much, warred with the desire of a fantasy and the need to accept life wasn’t that. 

And then I grew up. 

But nothing changed. 

I stare up into the sky and sigh. My eyes close for the briefest moment as the warm breeze kisses my skin. Sitting in the dark, wondering why I live in a place that outshines the stars, the artificial lights illuminating the insincerity that swirls around this city. I open my eyes to see one twinkling star. It brightens and dims as I look at it, wondering how far away it is and what it’s called. 

I push my body back to sit straighter in my chair and cover my face with my hands. How long do I have to stay here for? I keep telling myself I stay in the city because I still have lessons to learn from it. Maybe I need to stop judging it so much so that I may move on. Lord only knows. 

I check the time on my phone. I’m nowhere near tired, but if I don’t sleep now, I’ll be exhausted tomorrow when my alarm clock goes off at six-thirty. Five hours of sleep isn’t nearly enough for me to function anymore.  

I glance up at the sky one more time and blow out air through my mouth. Soon. I feel it in my soul. 

The last three years have been a pause in my life. I’ve discovered things about myself, grown internally, but the life I led has stopped. Almost as if I needed reclusion to overcome a hump. But that causes distance between myself and the world around me. The more I traveled within, the more I secluded myself. I can say it’s symbolic to Jesus’s forty days and forty nights in the desert. However, I’m no Jesus, and this seclusion didn’t ground me. Instead, it uprooted me, yet my body wouldn’t move forward. 

At first, I looked at that time as temporary. Then it became permanent. My perception of it became obsessive to the idea that I’d never move from it. Until I realized the peace in the moment. I removed veils of illusion and took the pause for what it was—a preparation for what’s to come. 

I feel the pull in my soul, guiding me like the wind against a sail. I can allow the guidance or resist it and risk experiencing the greatest shipwreck of my history. 

I choose to listen. I decide to go where the pull takes me when I’ve spent many nights staring at the sky like tonight, telling myself I wasn’t ready. 

I am. 

So many times, the tug I feel is familiar. Another soul calling to me, awakening this intense need from its slumbering state, just enough to rouse me. Then, it releases, not quite prepared for the intensity of our union, yet a consciousness of each other’s existence. It’s a building fire I stoke, gently allowing the flicker to intensify.

But I miss him. 

I don’t know him physically, and I miss him. My soul longs to be near his. In my sleep, I long to feel his arms around my body, his breath tickling my neck. I can sense him inside me. How can you miss someone you haven’t yet met?

Homesick for a person my eyes haven’t seen, but my soul is familiar with. We’ve danced together before in other times and I long to see him again. Hold him. Feel him near.

And I’m finally ready. 

That’s why I took this first step in the direction I want my life to go. 

Seeing as my mind is racing and my eyes are wide open, I stay outside in hopes I’ll catch a miraculous shooting star. The street light shines on the outside of my home. It’s small but cozy. This is what I need for now. As long as I have a chair, a small table, and open skies, I’m happy. 

Despite having this home, I still feel stuck. As if my soul is moving faster than my body. I see things shifting in my mind’s eye but don’t see the shift in my life around me. Or maybe I do. Sometimes it’s difficult to see the change when those around you are blind to it. But on the inside . . . on the inside, I feel as if my cells are shaking to a vibration that I’m unaware of. As if something inside of me wants to shake itself free and go at a speed I’ve never experienced in my life. 

Hence, my inability to rest. 

A surge of energy bursts, fueling my mind to think beyond the world I live in. I always have to take a minute to breathe and ground myself. It’s easy just to allow my mind to float to a world that many don’t believe in. It’s natural to see things with a different understanding. And it’s so difficult to bond with people because of this. So many times I keep quiet, leaving my ideas to myself in quiet observation. A few times I express what I’m holding, usually resulting in odd looks or silent disapproval. 

I shake off the feeling of not belonging and go back to admiring the stars. I can’t see the moon from here, but I know she’s out there. Another reason I wished I lived somewhere with less light and population. A forest in the middle of nowhere with traces of ancient civilizations and history so deep, it trespasses my bones and hits my soul. 

A place like that exists. I just need to find it. 

This is why you struggle to make friends. 

I roll my eyes and ignore the side of me that is rational. I’ve learned to embrace who I am. I’ve learned I may never meet anyone in their thirties who will share the inquisitive wonder I do. I’ve learned that there’s more to life than egotistical existence and material gains. 

But those have been easy lessons in comparison to the ones that tore me apart like an angry tiger and then sewed me back together like a gentle horse. 

— © 2018 Fabiola Francisco

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