Monday, February 24, 2020

Blog Tour & Giveaway: My Pulse by Hanna Dale (Adult Contemporary Romance)

My Pulse
Hanna Dale
Publication date: November 26th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
For single mom Tristan Maddox, moving to the small town of Broward, Georgia is the opportunity she needs to provide her daughter with a better life. A bigger house where they can each have their own bedroom, a backyard to play in, a place where they can put down roots and be part of a community, are all part of the reason she chose Broward as their new home. Nowhere on that list was her sexy next door neighbor, Owen, his adorably affable dog, Huck, or his crazy family.
Owen Gallahanger is perfectly content with his life the way it is. He has a job he loves, a family that he can count on, even if they drive him crazy most of the time, and his loyal sidekick, Huck. He isn’t looking for anything more, but after meeting Tristan and her daughter, he quickly realizes exactly what he is missing.
But not everyone is happy that Tristan is in Broward. As an unknown threat continues to escalate, Owen has to fight to protect the woman he loves, and their future together, or risk losing everything.


“Hi, My Owen.”
I glance over at the sweet little voice, watching Stella shuffle into the room. Her princess pajamas are crooked, her hair a mass of tangles around her sweet, little face, though she did take time to put her tiara on her head, and Phant is tucked under one arm. Her eyes are still soft with sleep, and she yawns as she moves closer, pressing her face against my leg. Warmth spreads through my chest as she tucks herself against me. “Hey, Stella. How’d you sleep?”
“Okay.” She tries to burrow closer so I lean down and pick her up, settling her on my hip where she leans her head into the crook of my shoulders. “Where’s Mama?” Her breath puffs against my skin and that warmth spreads even further.
“She’s still asleep.”
She giggles. “She’s a sleepyhead.”
“She sure is. Are you ready for pancakes?”
“Cancakes!” Her whole little body wiggles against mine. “Olaf cancakes.”
“I’m going to do my best. Let’s get you situated at the table here with a coloring book and some crayons while I make breakfast, okay? Do you want something to drink?”
Stella bobs her head up and down as she settles into her seat at the table. “Milk pwease.”
“Coming right up.” It takes me a few minutes to get her situated at the table with her coloring book and crayons, and her cup with the lid and straw. I learned the hard way last night not to hand her a drink that doesn’t have some sort of lid on it. I wasn’t completely able to get the pink juice stain out of the carpet in the living room, and that wasn’t a conversation I was looking forward to having with Tristan.
Pushing that thought aside, I put my mind toward making snowman-shaped pancakes while I listen to Stella chatter with Phant. I’m pretty sure she talks to the characters in the coloring book as well. I’m just pouring the first pancake when Bash comes down the stairs. He’s shrugging his sweatshirt back on as he comes into the kitchen. He stops and speaks with Stella for a few minutes, even coloring with her before he heads over to where I’m pouring my third attempt at a snowman.
Bash glances down at the plate where I’ve scooped the first couple attempts. “Why are your pancakes shaped like dicks?”
“They’re not,” I deny even though I had just been thinking about how closely they resembled dicks just a second ago. “Shut up.”
“Dude.” Bash pushes the plate a little closer to me. “Take a closer look. These are totally dicks. You got something you want to tell me?”
“They’re snowmen.”
He leans over, studying them a little closer, and then bursts into laughter. “They’re totally dicks. You aren’t planning to give these to Stella are you?”
“Fuck you,” I mutter quietly, glancing up to make sure Stella is still distracted and can’t hear me. Then, just to be safe, I glance down the hall to make sure Tristan isn’t coming through and could hear me.
“You better hope your girl doesn’t come down and see you’re feeding her kid dick-shaped pancakes.”


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