B3 Tours Presents:
The Never Say Never Blog Tour
Books: “Tasting Never” “Finding Never” “Keeping Never” “Never Can Tell”
Tasting Never Blurb
Tasting Never, a New Adult Novel Recommended for Ages 18 and Up
"Never Ross wants to be loved.
It's that simple, but it's not that easy."
Never is a girl with a broken soul who doesn't date nice guys and can't seem to go to bed
at night without crying herself to sleep. She doesn't need any complications in her life,
especially not when they're attached to a man that could be her emotional twin.
Ty McCabe can't stand Never the first time he meets her. He's aware that the feeling's
mutual and the two don't think they'll ever see each other again, but when fate takes a
hand and puts them both in the wrong place at the wrong time, Ty and Never form a
tentative friendship that opens the door on their dark sides and shows them what it's like
to live in the light.
"Sometimes, the only way to go forward, is to take a few, careful steps back."
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Finding Never Blurb
"Tell me, Never, do you still love him?"
Never Ross and Ty McCabe have come a long way – but they can't stop now. Their pasts
are still there, ready to sweep over and consume them if they don't confront them. A visit
to Never's family seems like the first logical step, but will it make things better or worse?
And what about Noah Scott? Ty is Never's tortured other half, but can he also be the
healing balm that she so desperately needs? With McCabe's past still a virtual unknown,
Never is going to have to make more than one decision capable of breaking both their
hearts.
"Ty has changed; I have changed, and things are not always what they seem."
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Keeping Never Blurb
Never's past might be under control, but Ty's is just starting to unravel. After receiving a
phone call from his broken past, tensions run high between Never and Ty, especially with
Never deciding to do something she's never done and keep her pregnancy a secret.
While visiting a skeleton in his dark, dark closet, Ty is threatened by all that he once was
and all that he thought he'd overcome. With his pain about to consume him, Never is the
only one who stands between Ty and relapse, who can help him control his emotions and
find peace, but is she up to it? After all, with two tortured souls desperate for a healing
touch, are they more of a hindrance to one another than a help?
Love, marriage, and a baby. Three things that Ty and Never saw coming. It's judgment
time for both of them, time to see if the light really can overcome the dark. Here's to
hoping.
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Never Can Tell Blurb
Never Can Tell, a New Adult Novel Recommended for Ages 18 and Up
(Never too Late #1: This series is a follow up to the Never say Never Trilogy)
"This is love. It's that simple."
Some stories are Never finished being told. After all, we're all victims of heartache and
strife at some point. Maybe I'm a little more susceptible to both, but I've got an ace up
my sleeve. I've got Ty McCabe. He's helped me survive a lot. More than I ever thought
possible. We've come a long way together, but we can't stop now. What's that old saying?
Don't rest on your laurels? Well, I'm not resting and neither is he. Life didn't even give us
that option. We've got problems. Big ones. Let's see if we can do this, survive the downs
and get back to the ups. Guess only time will tell.
"...We're just one. Just one, f*cking, twisted bit of soul in love."
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NEVER CAN TELL (BOOK 4) EXCERPT:
“Mommy,” I say and then wrinkle my nose. Okay, fuck that. I am not a mommy. I can
be a mom and a mother and a mama, but not a mommy. “Mom doesn't … she's had kind
of a shitty life, and it's not your fault, it's just that I … I want to do right by you and I
don't know how.” I start wrangling Noah into a black tee with a ghostly silhouette on the
front. “Little goth baby,” I say which strikes me as funny. I start to life and end up
crying again. Noah takes this all in stride, listening to his mother's sob story with a
smile. “She lost her dad at a really young age and uh, it was fucking horrible.” I get the
shirt on and move onto the pants. Little jeans slip over his chubby legs as I get into the
groove of this. “And then she hurt her friend so bad, he's having trouble moving on to
other women.” I pause. Frown. “Just because you're Ty's son doesn't mean you can be a
player, okay? You have to treat women with respect.” Noah drools a little. I wipe it
away with my university sweater, the one that says We don't give a dam about your team!
“This next part gets kind of X-rated, so I'm going to simplify it a little. I … looked for
love in all the wrong places, forgot who I really was inside and almost lost my soul.”
This is the worst part of the story, but I'm smiling the widest now because this is where
everything changed. This is where two tortured souls found each other in a bar and
clashed, came together in a random twist of fate, united as one and did amazing fucking
things together. “But I've got it back now, I think, or at least I'm on the right path.” I slip
socks and shoes on my son's feet and pick him up, breathe him in, hold him tight. “I'm
going to go back to school and learn something random like … Japanese. And then I'm
going to take my degree and write a book about broken girls with desperate souls, and
then … who the fuck knows, kid. With your dad and me, anything is possible.”
The floorboards in the hallway creek, and my head snaps up. I move over to the
door and kick it open only to find McCabe standing there with his hands over his face.
He spreads his ringed fingers and looks out at me. My mouth drops open, and I think
seriously about hitting him.
“I didn't meant to eavesdrop,” he whispers, dropping his hands altogether. His
face is so solid right now, dead serious and full of a tender love that makes my lip
tremble and my eyes seek everything but him. “I thought you might need help with the
baby. I was going to leave when you started talking, but, fuck, Never. You're so damn
incredible.”
“That was a private conversation, Ty,” I whisper. I want to start a fight, but I
can't. Not with all of these feelings floating around between us.
“I know, and I'm sorry, baby.” He tries to smile, but ends up laughing instead.
He runs his hands down his face again. The butterflies on his arms wink at me.
“Thanks,” I tell him randomly, and he glances at me with a raised brow.
“For?”
“For giving me your jacket that day, for taking me to that clinic, for following me
to the bus station. Basically, thanks for not giving up on me.” I step forward and kiss
him on the cheek. “I have a stupid housewife gala to attend. See you later.”
As I start to walk away, Ty reaches out and grabs me, surrounding Noah and me
with a swarm of colorful butterflies, breathing into my hair and sighing deep.
And now a special Preview of:
NEVER LET GO (BOOK 5) EXCERPT:
I'm standing in the middle of the football field watching blood run down the side of
Tobias Underwood's face. His perfect, white teeth are clenched and his left eye is nearly
swollen shut. He's panting; I'm panting. But I did not get my ass kicked. And don't
think he held back because I'm a girl. I saw it in his eyes, knew he would take me down
if he could. All of this over a jacket I never liked. I just wanted to embarrass him in
front of his ugly, new girlfriend, Lisebeth. I don't even believe that's a real name, but
the way the boys all talk about her, you'd think she shit diamonds. Or maybe it's just the
yummy hot spot between her thighs.
I squeeze my fists tight at my sides and try to hold back the tears. Tobias has had
a whole ocean filled with my tears. They call it the Zella-is-a-sucker-sea and scientists
are afraid it's going to rise and cover the whole damn continent that is her pride and
dignity. What's that saying? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, what the fuck
was I thinking?
“Whose is this?” the coach asks, the eight ball of cocaine held out in the palm of
his right hand. The drugs are Tobias', but who's going to believe me? I'm a piece of
white trash, born and raised by the Mississippi. I'm poor and he's rich. That's all there
really is to it.
“They're mine, coach,” Tobias says, surprising me. He looks away and sniffles.
Blood leaks from his nostrils and hits the grass at his feet. I reach up and adjust my
ponytail, doing my best not to look around at the gathering crowd. Even though the
game is over, there are people everywhere. As I'd wanted, Lisebeth is glaring daggers at
me. But as I'd never expected, Tobias and I are both seriously fucked. The fight we
might've gotten away with, but the drugs? I start to quiver, with anger, with
disappointment, with fear.
And I think of Noah Scott.
He sent me another email last night. This one asking if it was okay if he went up
to the cabin, too. Like I'd ban him from his own house? He's too nice sometimes. I don't
understand him at all. I've been ignoring him for almost a year now, but this was too
much.
If you don't come, you'll ruin the holidays.
That's what I sent back. It was kind of rude, but I'm still mad at him. I'm still so
mad that I can't breathe. Why can't he just forget about my sister? Why? Why is Never
so fucking important to him? I want to slap his face when I see him. And then I want to
throw my arms around his neck and beg him to stay with me forever, to hold me at night,
to kiss me in the morning. I am so in love with Noah Scott that I don't think straight
when I'm with Tobias Underwood.
Coach glances over at his assistants. I think, if he'd had the chance, he would've
tossed the coke in a garbage can and pretended nothing had happened. Tobias is the best
wide receiver this team has ever seen. Without him, the Stallions are pretty much
fucked. Competition's tough this year, and they need every member on their A game.
Unless Tobias' daddy pays up, his son is done with the team. Maybe with school, too.
“I'm going to have to discuss your punishment with the dean,” he says, sounding
faraway. He's just as upset about this as we are, I think. But there are too many
witnesses for him to pretend anything else happened. The truth is all there is now, and
it's butt ugly.
Tobias and I continue to stare at one another as the coach walks away. Nobody
says anything to either of us, but I know that they will. Soon. Probably after the
weekend is over.
I swallow hard and wipe the flecks of blood from my lips. Just a few droplets
from the single swing Tobias managed to land on my face. I got him way worse, though.
Way, way worse.
“Nice job, Zella,” he sneers, snorting up blood, licking his swollen lip. “Thanks a
lot for that.”
“Guess we're even now, huh?” I whisper, but I don't feel any triumph in that. I
just feel … empty. Like I could float away and no one would ever notice. But I know
that's not true. Beth would. India would.
Noah would.
I turn and leave my shame on the field behind me.
Author Bio:
C.M. Stunich was raised under a cover of fog in the area known simply as Eureka, CA.
A mysterious place, this strange, arboreal land nursed Caitlin's (yes, that's her name!)
desire to write strange fiction novels about wicked monsters, magical trains, and Nemean
Lions (Google it!). She currently enjoys drag queens, having too many cats, and tribal
bellydance.
Always a fan of the indie scene and 'sticking it to the man,' Ms. Stunich decided to take
the road less traveled and forgo the traditional publishing route. You can be assured
though that she received several rejections as to ensure her proper place in the world of
writers before taking up a friend's offer to start a publishing company. Sarian Royal was
born, and Ms. Stunich's books slowly transformed from mere baking chocolate to full
blown tortes with hand sculpted fondant flowers.
C.M. is a writer obsessed with delivering the very best and scours her mind on a regular
basis to select the most unusual stories for the outside world.
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