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NEW RELEASE:  To See You by Rachel Blaufeld

6/20/2016

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To See You by Rachel Blaufeld is a new emotional standalone 

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No cliffhanger,  angsty, hard-earned love story!

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No cliffhanger, only hard-earned unexpected love.
And angst.

What is it about this guy?
On paper, he’s one hundred percent wrong for me. His e-mails are equal parts annoying and funny.
Okay, more funny than annoying. More like refreshing. Different. Exciting.
But as I stand next to him now, he’s giving me head-to-toe tingles, and I find myself dwelling on his e-mails.

Meet smart, sexy career girl and New York snob, Charli Richards. She has everything except happiness until the day she meets Layton Griffin. It’s a random encounter on an airplane; it couldn’t mean anything, right?

Layton isn’t even remotely close to who Charli sees herself hooking up with . . . ever. Her mom and best friend agree he’s not for her, but he makes her feel something exciting, awakens her world.

But then Layton changes, going to great lengths for Charli to see him for who he really is.
Will those changes bring them closer together, or will she never be able to see him in the same way again?

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Excerpt

“Cheers.” My seatmate good-naturedly tipped his glass toward me. He wasn’t going to leave me alone.
I took a long gulp and looked back at my computer screen.
“Do you like working for them?”
I tugged at my turtleneck; it was so freaking hot all of a sudden. My nosy neighbor’s face had a slight sheen to it, clearly from being hot, and now his warmth was seeping into my space.
“I do. They’re a growing company and . . . I’ve made great strides there.”
What the heck? Why was I even answering him? Because he asked, and if I was honest, it was the nicest anyone had been to me in months.
Furthermore, why did I sound like I was on an interview? Or an infomercial?
He was kind—I could tell—and his smile was gentle and calm, his eyes like warm coffee with just the right amount of cream swirling through it. I turned a little in my seat to face him and my knee brushed his thigh. I let my gaze travel his Beastie Boys T-shirt until I settled on his computer.
Playing on it was a rom-com, one I’d never seen before, but Katie What’s-her-name--all stunning, shiny hair, celebrity mom, perfect life--was front and center. Her arms were full of shopping bags and she was wearing a big grin on her perfect face as she walked down a city street.
“You don’t strike me as the romantic comedy type.” I felt my eyebrow lift. I wasn’t sure if I was teasing him or myself as the question floated from my mouth.
He laughed. It was soothing and comforting like a coffee-and-Kahlua on a cold night, and warm like the sun on the first few days of summer.
I allowed my eyes to close and imagined he looked like somebody else—not someone else totally, but just different. Fit, not slender but muscular. He still had the same gracious smile and inviting eyes, but he wasn’t wearing a music T-shirt in my imagination. Maybe a Henley? And dark-wash jeans instead of the regular everyday ragged blue I’d noticed him wearing.
“It’s work too,” he said, interrupting my fantasy.
“Oh.” I chugged the balance of my mimosa, cooling the wash of desire recently conjured up from my brain.
“Actually, I’m pretty sure BubblePOP will end up reviewing this one, will probably have someone at the premiere too. That’s why I asked about the site. Six degrees of Kevin Bacon and all that. Our worlds are connected.”
“I don’t do movies. I’m the fitness editor, but if Katie What’s-her-name is in it, I’m sure we’ll be all over it.”
He shifted his gaze over fully to me now. His eyes weren’t exclusively deep brown; tiny flecks of amber circled his pupil. They were captivating in a weird way, as if they didn’t belong with this guy.
I’d never met a slob who was so interesting before, yet he was definitely intriguing. And not really a slob—that was my own bias. Clearly, I was having some sort of psychotic breakdown on this airplane.

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Meet ​Rachel Blaufeld

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Rachel Blaufeld is a social worker/entrepreneur/blogger turned author. Fearless about sharing her opinion, Rachel captured the ear of stay-at-home and working moms on her blog,BacknGrooveMom, chronicling her adventures in parenting tweens and inventing a product, often at the same time. She has also blogged for The Huffington Post, Modern Mom, and StartupNation.
Turning her focus on her sometimes wild-and-crazy creative side, it only took Rachel two decades to do exactly what she wanted to do—write a fiction novel. Now she spends way too many hours in local coffee shops plotting her ideas. Her tales may all come with a side of angst and naughtiness, but end lusciously.
Rachel lives around the corner from her childhood home in Pennsylvania with her family and two dogs. Her obsessions include running, coffee, icing-filled doughnuts, anti-heroes, and mighty fine epilogues.

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SPORTS ROMANCE:  Dolce by Rachel Blaufeld + SIGNED GIVEAWAY

1/25/2016

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Dolce by Rachel Blaufeld is the newest stand alone in the Love at Center Court series!  We love this series and can. not. wait to share this angsty and chaotic sports romance with you.   

Read an excerpt & enter to win fantastic prizes! 

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“I’m not doing anything. I’m hanging with a friend.”
Almost instantly, the spark winked out in her eyes. “What?”
Most girls would have bitten their tongue off rather than respond to the friend comment, but not Cate.
She glared at me. “You’re making my head hurt. You’re nice, and we’re friends. Then you wrap your arm around me, hug me tight, chat about porn, and ask me out for a drink, which seems like more than friends. And now we’re back to being friends again.”
“It’s complicated, like you said, with Sonny and the radio station. I’ve never done this before, actually liked someone or been intrigued. Whatever this is.”
“Well, I guess there’s a first time for everything.”
“It’s fucking just my luck, you know,” I said, shaking my head sadly. “I meet someone like you when Sonny throws down the gauntlet, and I can’t mess up because I’ve got Coach breathing down my neck. Everyone’s watching me. It’s been all eyes on deck since last season, when I decided to finish school before I go pro, and do what’s right. I must be jinxed or some shit.”
“Exactly,” Cate said firmly. “I may be all ‘I am woman, hear me roar,’ but I’m not about to trash your career over a silly friendship. You do what you need to do.”
She stood on her tiptoes, grabbed my shoulders, and placed a quick kiss on my cheek. “Take care of yourself, Blane. See you around. Thanks for walking me.”
Dolce, Rachel Blaufeld, Love at Center Court

Dolce (Book Two) Love at Center Court
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“Who just stole my thunder across the Hafton airwaves, you ask? Right now, right this very second, listeners, I have Hafton’s one-and-only, the main man with the ball in hand, Blane Steele is in the studio. Mark my words—he’ll not only steal the ball, but your lady’s heart too. Watch out, gentlemen, the Stealer is in the house!”
— Sonny Be Knocking Boots, Hafton Radio 96.9

Coed antics.
Chaos.
Angst-ridden twists in fate.

Caterina is an intern. Sonny is her shock-jock boss. And Blane is a good-hearted baller…except when he steps on the court. Between on-air dares, an evil feminist professor, a straight-shooter of a coach, and rumors from the league surrounding Steele, these three are destined to screw it all up.

Rather than a love triangle, this is a friends-to-lovers story where the disc jockey acts as the catalyst, and a basketball player finds his life transformed when center court intersects with love.​


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Dolce (Book Two) Love at Center Court
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Verite (Book One) Love at Center Court
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That’s me—Tingly Simmons—athlete, foreign-language major, professor lover, obsessed idiot girl. Definitely not a frat rat or sorority slut. I’ve never even played beer pong. 

I ditched the vapid, soulless high-society life of Los Angeles for the promise of something more meaningful in rural Ohio. Accepting a track scholarship for college, I tried running my way to happiness, but instead I ended up sleeping with my French professor and falling head over heels for him. 

When that relationship fell apart, so did I. 


Barely hanging on by a thread and using the most absurd coping skills, I was determined to hide behind my past indiscretions. That was, until I met Tiberius Jones. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d learn the truth about love from a six-foot-five basketball player.


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“I’m not doing anything. I’m hanging with a friend.”
Almost instantly, the spark winked out in her eyes. “What?”
Most girls would have bitten their tongue off rather than respond to the friend comment, but not Cate.
She glared at me. “You’re making my head hurt. You’re nice, and we’re friends. Then you wrap your arm around me, hug me tight, chat about porn, and ask me out for a drink, which seems like more than friends. And now we’re back to being friends again.”
“It’s complicated, like you said, with Sonny and the radio station. I’ve never done this before, actually liked someone or been intrigued. Whatever this is.”
“Well, I guess there’s a first time for everything.”
“It’s fucking just my luck, you know,” I said, shaking my head sadly. “I meet someone like you when Sonny throws down the gauntlet, and I can’t mess up because I’ve got Coach breathing down my neck. Everyone’s watching me. It’s been all eyes on deck since last season, when I decided to finish school before I go pro, and do what’s right. I must be jinxed or some shit.”
“Exactly,” Cate said firmly. “I may be all ‘I am woman, hear me roar,’ but I’m not about to trash your career over a silly friendship. You do what you need to do.”
She stood on her tiptoes, grabbed my shoulders, and placed a quick kiss on my cheek. “Take care of yourself, Blane. See you around. Thanks for walking me.”

Meet Rachel Blaufeld

Rachel Blaufeld, Love at Center Court
Rachel Blaufeld is a social worker/entrepreneur/blogger turned author. Fearless about sharing her opinion, Rachel captured the ear of stay-at-home and working moms on her blog, BacknGrooveMom, chronicling her adventures in parenting tweens and inventing a product, often at the same time. She has also blogged for The Huffington Post,Modern Mom, and StartupNation.
Turning her focus on her sometimes wild-and-crazy creative side, it only took Rachel two decades to do exactly what she wanted to do—write a fiction novel. Now she spends way too many hours in local coffee shops plotting her ideas. Her tales may all come with a side of angst and naughtiness, but end lusciously.
Rachel lives around the corner from her childhood home in Pennsylvania with her family and two dogs. Her obsessions include running, coffee, icing-filled doughnuts, antiheroes, and mighty fine epilogues.

​Stalk Rachel on her Rock Star Page

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Bonus Scene Blog Hop: Vérité by Rachel Blaufeld

7/21/2015

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We're thrilled to participate in a blog hop with some fabulous blogs to share a Bonus Scene from Vérité by Rachel Blaufeld! A beautifully touching, sweet, sexy, and daring love story. We adore her for creating one of the most SWOONY heroes in Tiberius and a broken yet strong heroine in Tingly. Their struggles with life, love, race, and friendship is real and relevant with gripping FEELS. BRAVO Rachel, we can't wait for everyone to read this stunning love story.

Each blog has a part of the bonus scene, starting with us! :) Don't miss all three! 

Part One - The Rock Stars of Romance
Part Two - Angie and Jessica’s Dreamy Reads
Part Three - The Subclub Books  

Vérité Bonus Scene Part One

“Bro, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Jamel said, then he punched my arm. Hard.

“Get over it, Mel,” I warned him.

Cackling, he tipped back in his dark green plastic chair, lifting its feet in the air. Apparently my death stare wasn’t much of a threat.

Lamar leaned across the dining hall table and stage whispered, “Dude, you’ve only ever slept with one chick? No way we’re getting over that.”

In response, I turned my death stare on my roommate, Trey. His big mouth was what got me in this mess in the first place.

“Ty’s done ‘other stuff’ with ‘other girls,’ I’ll have you know.” Trey wore a guilty smirk as he pretended to come to my defense, using air quotes. The douchebag.

Having been on the basketball team at Hafton College with these guys for a month, I was hoping the whole making fun of the new guy thing would get old—and soon. All of them were starters on the team, and all were juniors. As a freshman, I’d foolishly thought having been assigned a junior as a roommate would help. Not.

Trey was not helping. In fact, he was making shit worse.

“He’s the sensitive type,” Mar chimed in again, grinning as he deliberately flipped his braids behind his back with a flamboyant swish.

Rolling my eyes, I picked up my Gatorade and guzzled what was left. Why I kept going to dinner with these jokers, I had no clue.

At least this was better than when they made me run all of their suicides. I’d run seven suicides for each of them, plus my own. Twenty-eight suicides on their own were enough to kill a person­­, let alone after a full practice.

Even for me, someone who was gunning for a starting position on a Division One basketball team. As if I just remembered, that’s why I kept going to dinner with these guys. I’d been recruited from prep school to relieve Trey off the bench. They were big shoes to fill, and not because he wore a size fourteen. He was good, formidable with the ball in his hands.

No one could drive the ball like Trey, and I was supposed to take over for him. So I needed to know what made that guy tick—other than women and booze.

So what if my attitudes about women and relationships were different from theirs? I wanted to meet someone I cared about, and I liked to take it slow. My momma taught me to respect women, and living up to her expectations was the least I could do for her. She gave up everything for me, despite my being the son of a criminal.

“Hey, maybe we can get our boy laid tonight! At the party.” Jamel’s eyes lit up like the Jumbotron in the stadium, their brightness rivaling the dining room’s ugly fluorescent lights reflecting off his shaved head.

“I’m in!” Lamar announced, and pulled out his phone. “I’m gonna text my girl and see what the selection’s gonna be like over at the apartment party.”

Trey balled up his napkin and tossed it at Lamar’s giant soda cup, sinking it. “Slam dunk! Make sure to let them know our pretty boy is going to be late. He’s got study hour with all the little babies.”

Enough is enough. “How about we settle this on the court?” I blurted. “Why don’t we have a free-throw contest and I’ll show you all who the real pussies are?”

I might be inexperienced with the ladies, but not on the court. My free throw was for real, as reliable as all get-out.

Jamel winked at me. “You calling me a pussy, fresh boy?”

Game on.

Part Two - Angie and Jessica’s Dreamy Reads
Part Three - The Subclub Books


Vérité Synopsis and Purchase Link

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That’s me—Tingly Simmons—athlete, foreign-language major, professor lover, obsessed idiot girl. Definitely not a frat rat or sorority slut. I’ve never even played beer pong. 

I ditched the vapid, soulless high-society life of Los Angeles for the promise of something more meaningful in rural Ohio. Accepting a track scholarship for college, I tried running my way to happiness, but instead I ended up sleeping with my French professor and falling head over heels for him. 

When that relationship fell apart, so did I. 

Barely hanging on by a thread and using the most absurd coping skills, I was determined to hide behind my past indiscretions. That was, until I met Tiberius Jones. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d learn the truth about love from a six-foot-five basketball player.

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"Feel that, Rex? That's my heart beating for you. You can push and shove and run and whatever other stupid sh!t you want, but I'm coming for you."

About the Author

Rachel Blaufeld is a social worker/entrepreneur/blogger turned author. Fearless about sharing her opinion, Rachel captured the ear of stay-at-home and working moms on her blog, BacknGrooveMom, chronicling her adventures in parenting tweens and inventing a product, often at the same time. She has also blogged for The Huffington Post, Modern Mom, and StartupNation.

Turning her focus on her sometimes wild-and-crazy creative side, it only took Rachel two decades to do exactly what she wanted to do—write a fiction novel. Now she spends way too many hours in local coffee shops plotting her ideas. Her tales may all come with a side of angst and naughtiness, but end lusciously.

Rachel lives around the corner from her childhood home in Pennsylvania with her family and two dogs. Her obsessions include running, coffee, icing-filled doughnuts, antiheroes, and mighty fine epilogues.

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