Release Tour for UNBREAK ME by Michelle Hazen
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Find out what a big city musician and a lonely cowgirl have in common
in Michelle Hazen’s UNBREAK ME from Berkley Publishing.
Andra Lawler must decide if she’s brave enough to leave the shelter
of her family’s ranch for an uncertain future with Haitian-Creole
cowboy, LJ Delisle. Fans of Emily Giffin and Colleen Hoover will devour
this sweet, heartwrenching yet hopeful diverse romance.
UNBREAK ME was named one of Amazon's Best Books of the month
of August and was the winner of RWA’s Lonestar Award.
“A seductive, slow-burn romance brimming with tenderness, hope,
and transformation.”
—Tammara Webber, New York Times bestselling author
“Hazen writes with grace and compassion about life after trauma,
smoothly addressing racism, sexual assault, and large-scale disasters
without pat answers or platitudes. This is a sure tear-jerker
for any romance fan.” —STARRED Publisher’s Weekly review
What could two troubled souls from different walks of life have in common? Maybe everything.
Andra Lawler lives isolated at her family’s horse ranch, imprisoned by the
memories of an assault in college. When she needs help training her
foals, she hires a Haitian-Creole cowboy from New Orleans with a laugh
as big as the Montana sky.
LJ Delisle can’t stand the idea that Andra might be lonely—or eating frozen
TV dinners. He bakes his way into her kitchen with a lemon velvet cake,
and offers her cooking lessons that set them on the road to romance.
But even their love can’t escape the shadow of what they've been through.
Despite their growing friendship and his gentle rapport with the horses,
LJ is still an outsider facing small-town suspicions.
Before they can work through their issues, LJ is called home by a
family emergency. In the centuries-old, raggedly rebuilt streets of
New Orleans, he must confront memories of Hurricane Katrina
and familiar discrimination. And Andra must decide if she’s brave
enough to leave the shelter of the ranch for an uncertain future
with LJ.
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REVIEW: UNBREAK ME BY MICHELLE HAZEN
Unbreak Me by Michelle Hazen
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Tirelessly relevant. Heartbreakingly real. Hazen pulls no punches when it comes to speaking the truth. Unbreak Me is a celebration. Andra and LJ plow though the stereotypes of life to find a love that endures. These characters are proof that power comes from within. A powerful life lesson.
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Excerpt from Unbreak Me
Copyright @ Michelle Hazen 2019
Andra opened her front door, and the frown froze on her face as LJ’s
shoulders filled the doorframe.
He was holding . . . a cake?
“Um, hi,” she managed.
Oh crap, she’d promised to talk to him about the horses.
“Look, I’m sorry. I know I said I’d come talk to you a couple days ago,
but then Socks kicked one of the grooms, and Mary Kay lost a shoe,
and I completely forgot.” She hadn’t forgotten, so much as she was
. . . working up to it. Giving him a few days of seeing her around the
ranch when she was in control of herself, before she got close
enough she’d have to see his opinion of her in his eyes.
He shrugged, careful not to tip the tall cake off its platter.
“I think we got off on the wrong foot the day we met, and our
do-over didn’t really stick.”
Oh God. Apparently, he wasn’t tiptoeing around anything today.
LJ grinned—a playful, twinkly-eyed one that made him look like he was
just having more fun than everyone else. “Besides, nobody’s afraid of
a guy with a cake.”
A smile tugged at the edges of her mouth. “I’ve never heard that.”
“No? It’s completely true. Not to mention, bringing a cake is the best
excuse to eat some. I mean, it’s yours. You don’t have to share. Of
course, if you don’t, you may want to pass a tissue or two my way,
is all I’m saying.” He widened his eyes mournfully.
She glanced at the cake, the white icing whipped into gorgeous
swirls. “Did Stacia make that? She used to be terrible at baking.”
She gripped the edge of the door a little tighter. Maybe her friend
had been practicing. It wasn’t like she knew what Stacia was up
to these days.
“I’m a little offended. A man doesn’t bring a borrowed cake for an
apology.” He lifted the platter and gave it a waggle. “We’ve got
lemon velvet with French buttercream here. You oughta get it out
of the heat soon, though. The sun melted the frosting some on the
way over. It’s a hike to get up over here, you know it?”
Oops, he was feeling around for an invitation. Duh, and she was still
standing in her door like some kind of freak. “Um, come in.” The
least she could do was feed him some cake and try to act like a
normal person. She stepped aside and racked her brain for small
talk that didn’t involve anything on four hooves. “You know, I can’t
quite place your accent. You said you were from Louisiana, but I’ve
met lots of people from there at rodeos, and they didn’t sound quite
like you.”
“Well, you can tell I’m from the South because I interrupted your
workout with dessert.” He tipped his head toward the yoga mat
she’d left by the couch. She smiled, and his grin brightened a
couple more watts. “Seriously, though, I think I’ve got a little
bayou country from my days on my uncle’s horse ranch, cut
with the rhythm of the Lower Ninth, maybe some southern
drawl creeping in from the Mississippi border. And New
Orleans has a sound all its own, always has.” Between one
word and the next, his words straightened to all square
corners instead of luscious curves. “Then again, if my
mother is listening, I sound strictly like the Yankee
university she helped pay for.”
“Your mom doesn’t like your accent?” Andra frowned.
“Doesn’t she have one?”
“Mama thought I wouldn’t get a decent job unless I talked like a white
banker from Wisconsin.” He shrugged.
Her eyes widened. “That’s not fair. Why should you have to fake an
accent to get a job?”
“That’s the way the world works. People have ideas about what
intelligence should sound like, and I don’t expect I’m going to
change all of them on my own.” He winked. “I tutored English
composition for work study all through college, so I can play
the game. I have to admit, though, sometimes it’s nice to
sound like home.”
Andra laughed, a little self-consciously. “I don’t think I even
realized we had an accent up north until you imitated it.”
“Oh, it’s an accent all right, sweetheart. And you’ve got it thick
as anything.”
Heat crept into her skin at the endearment, though she didn’t
get the feeling he was really flirting with her. She glanced
away, the afterimage of him seared on her lids. His
deep-brown eyes were a couple of shades darker than his
skin, and they always seemed to be laughing. He was
handsome, with high cheekbones and sensual lips. The
kind of man she would have looked twice at, once.
ABOUT Michelle Hazen
Michelle Hazen is a nomad with a writing problem. Years ago, she and her
husband swapped office jobs for seasonal gigs and moved out on the road.
As a result, she wrote most of her books with solar power in odd places,
including a bus in Thailand, a golf cart in a sandstorm, and a beach in
Honduras. Currently, she’s addicted to The Walking Dead, hiking, and
Tillamook cheese.
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