*Release Blitz* Saying I Do by Tracey Alvarez

Title: Saying I Do
A Stewart Island Series Standalone
Author: Tracey Alvarez
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 19, 2017

Blurb

Marriage and happily-ever-after are for suckers…
Joe Whelan was fooled once on the way to the altar, and the
Irish doctor isn’t about to be an eejit over a woman again. Especially not one
who witnessed his broken-hearted humiliation years ago. He won’t be swayed by
the sparks that fly whenever his eyes meet MacKenna’s or distracted by her
sweet kisses. The only thing Joe cares about is preventing his sister from
making the biggest marital mistake of her life.
MacKenna Jones loves a good wedding—so long as she’s sewing
the bride’s gown, not walking down the aisle herself. Falling for Joe Whelan’s
sexy bedside manner wasn’t on the cards, neither was a seven-day road trip with
him to Las Vegas, the Marriage Capital of the World. When the stakes are so high, will these two
gun-shy cynics ever say I Do?

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Excerpt

Mac
continued to gaze lustfully into the all-marble bathroom and giant tub that
could easily hold a wedding party of six. As much as she wanted to soak in a
tub filled with bubbles, if she wasn’t to be a complete wreck meeting Joe’s
family later, she needed to crawl beneath those sheets and sleep for at least
an hour.
“Shower and
sleep,” she said. “I’m on an unstoppable trajectory to get clean and
unconscious.”
“Party pooper.”
He grinned
that sexy, promising a good time
grin, and she nearly caved. Before Mac changed her mind, she ducked into the
bathroom and shut the door. Locked it. Keeping temptation out of reach—for her,
not him. Tapping her phone, she selected her favorite playlist and cranked up
the volume. Nothing like Freddy Mercury’s soaring vocal plea for someone to
love to set the mood for a refreshing, loooong shower.
Mac sang
along—too bad if Joe didn’t like her voice—and took her time under the
steaming-hot jets while Freddy gave way to Madonna, Bryan Adams, and Simple
Minds.
Once her
fingers started to prune, she relented and got out, pouncing on the free bottle
of expensive body lotion. While Cyndi told the world about girls just wanting
to have fun, Mac finished slathering on the lotion. She’d been a little
premature turning down the opportunity to mess up the sheets with Joe because
parts of her were very refreshed.
She flung
open the bathroom door, shimmying everything she had, the chorus on her lips—and
met the startled gaze of Joe, beer bottle in hand…and two other men.
One sat on
the sofa, the other reclined on their bed, beer balanced on his flat stomach.
Three pairs of eyes locked on her assets, jaws sagged, followed by wide,
appreciative smiles by the two strangers. Joe turned a murderous stare at the
two men—who were obviously his brothers, judging by their same coloring and
bright blue eyes.
Mac froze
momentarily, like a possum in a hunter’s spotlight, a flight or fight response
kicking in, even though in this case, embarrassment would kill her before the
adrenaline overdose. She bit down on the urge to shriek like a train whistle
and slapped an attitude-infused hand on her waist instead. What was the point
of rushing away when men had a photographic memory for boobs and bums? They’d
be retelling this story for years.
“You must
be Joe’s brothers,” she said. “Nice to meetcha.” As if she met her boyfriend’s
family bare-assed every day of the week.
“Pleasure
is all ours,” said the brother from the bed, lifting his beer in a silent
toast. “I’m Kyle.”
“Luke,” the
older of the two men said, from the sofa. “We brought beer.”
Both men,
after their initial surprise, met her gaze squarely without their gazes
lowering to her…assets. Now if she could just figure out how to make a graceful
exit…
Joe solved
the issue by hauling the gold-and-purple bed runner off the comforter and
crossing the room in double time to wrap it around her, using the bulk of his
body to block his brothers’ view.
“Flippin’
hell, Mac,” he muttered, tucking the tail of fabric between her breasts.
His voice
was gruff, but not with the chastisement she’d assumed. His face told her he
was caught between laughter, annoyance, and possessive arousal. Suddenly, she
wanted the Whelan brothers gone. Suddenly, she didn’t need a nap, she just
needed Joe.

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Author Bio

Tracey Alvarez is a
USA Today Bestselling Author living in the Coolest Little Capital in the World
(a.k.a Wellington, New Zealand). Married to a wonderfully supportive IT guy,
she has two teens who would love to be surgically linked to their electronic
devices.
Fuelled by copious
amounts of coffee, she’s the author of contemporary romantic fiction set predominantly
in New Zealand. Small-towns, close communities, and families are a big part of
the heart-warming stories she writes. Oh, and hot, down-to-earth heroes—Kiwi
men, in other words.
When she’s not
writing, thinking about writing, or procrastinating about writing, Tracey can
be found with her nose in her e-reader, nibbling on smuggled chocolate bars, or
bribing her kids to take over the housework. 

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