Today we have the release day blitz for FINDING OUR SOMEDAY by M.M. Koenig! This is the last title in her NA romantic suspense series– grab yours and catch up on the series today!
Title: Finding Our Someday
Author: M.M. Koenig
Genre: Romantic Suspense
The past should be behind her, but for Bri McAndrews, it keeps sneaking up in the worst ways. Lies, vicious plots, and manipulation follow Bri everywhere she turns. All she wants is to pick up the pieces and move on with her life, but the mistakes she’s made continue to haunt her, hurt her, pull her under. And with the sting of Trey’s latest betrayal still very fresh, Bri doesn’t know if she can truly trust him with her heart, leaving her at a crossroads she’s not ready to face.
The future should be bright, but for Trey Donovan, that’s the furthest thing from the truth. Trey has more regrets than he can count on one hand. To find atonement, he’s had to own up to the things he’s done, creating a rift with Bri he can’t seem to mend. Trey only wants the life with Bri he sees in his mind, but it keeps evading him, remaining just out of reach—especially when they find themselves standing between two of the most important people in their lives.
You need darkness in order to see the stars shine, but when a storm blows in, leaving a thunder cloud that blocks any semblance of hope, will two hearts become one, or have they become too tarnished to find their someday?
Catch Up on the Series:
Trey opened his mouth, no doubt to really interrogate me, but I shot him a look that made it very clear I didn’t want to talk about it. I knew it wouldn’t work much longer, but I intended to stick with it until he forced me to open up about the flashbacks and nightmares. Pursing his lips together, his forehead creased to reflect his frustration.
“The lakeshore should fulfill that aspect. As far as the actual house itself, I’ll know when I see it,” I clarified, reading over a few more listings.
He took the next exit. “I’m sure you will. Have you thought about what you’d like to do for Valentine’s Day?”
I squinted at a few houses on my right. “I don’t think we’ll be able to do anything together. There’s a masquerade ball downtown my dad wants me to attend.”
Trey turned on Lincoln Street and gripped the wheel until his knuckles were white. “Sounds like a Gossip Girl kind of evening. If I get to have the kind of fun in bed with you afterwards those characters always seem to have, I’d love to escort you.”
My mouth curled into a smug grin. “I knew you watched that show.”
Feigning outrage, Trey muttered, “You used to make me watch it with you all the time. I had to know how it ended. I’m still not thrilled with who they picked for gossip girl.”
“You and me both. Are you sure you really want to go?”
His face was unreadable as he mumbled, “Yeah, why do you ask?”
I pointed at the steering wheel. “Because you’re going to pull that thing right off if you keep gripping it like that. Trey, you don’t have to go, but I can’t skip it. I don’t mind going alone.”
All the muscles in his neck twitched. “If that’s where you’ll be, then that’s where I want to be. You handled your dad, so he won’t be an issue. Unless you’re doubting that now.”
“That’s not it at all. If you really want to come, I’ll rent a tux for you. All I was saying is you don’t have to attend. I know it’s not your scene.”
“No, it’s not, but it’s part of your world, and I need to try harder at fitting into it. I can’t keep expecting to find my place there if I don’t put in the effort,” Trey explained, his face as sincere as his tone.
My heart surged, and I leaned over to press a soft kiss to his cheek before trailing my lips across his neck and over to his ear. “It’s not as hard as you think. You’ll do just fine. I’ll definitely reward your efforts at the end of the night.”
His eyes darkened, a sultry look filling them. “I’ll bring my A-game. I’m not about to miss out on any prize you’re willing to give me.”
I nipped at his earlobe, and his neck flushed a deep shade of red, proving I’d gotten to him. It was nice to rile him up for once. I couldn’t help but flash a salacious grin. Grasping my wrist, he tugged me back over to him for a deep kiss.
“Careful, darling. I know what you’re trying to do,” Trey growled.
I giggled. “I wish I could tell you I’m sorry, but I’m not.”
He rolled his eyes. “Of course you aren’t.
About the author:
M. M. Koenig enjoys being active and has a variety of interests that coincide with her passion for life. Always one to try new things, she has acquired a variety of skills. Her sarcastic nature and multitude of experiences tend to find their way into her novels.
When she has free time and isn’t writing, she spends as much time as she can with friends and family. To fuel her soul, she is constantly looking for new music, movies, and books to keep the writer’s block at bay.