New Release + Review + Giveaway + Excerpt: Electric Blue Love by Rebecca Jenshak

 

Title: Electric Blue Love
Author: Rebecca Jenshak
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: June 18, 2018
Blurb
Court
Here’s a thing I learned a long time ago… guys and girls
don’t think about relationships the same way. Especially in college. So, when I
caught the girl sitting next to me on the plane reading a magazine article on
how to get out of the friend zone, I did something I never do – I got involved.
One look into her electric blue eyes and the darkness inside
of me faded.
Light and hope radiated from her like a neon sign.
Guys like me know how to get the girl, but we rarely get to
keep them.
Bianca
Girls like me fade into the background. Nice, quiet, smart
girls without the latest trendy clothes. My friendship with Court started as an
opportunity to get inside the male mind, but it turned into so much more.
His touch sent current coursing through my veins.
His kiss jolted my heart.
But here is something I learned a long time ago… you can’t
force people to love you back. No matter how much you long for them.

 

 

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Julia’s 🎩🎩🎩🎩 hat review:

Electric- having or producing a sudden sense of thrilling excitement.
That’s the best way to describe Electric Blue Love, electric. It was thrilling excitement from the first chapter. Bianca always searching for that electric spark. Court not realizing he needed that electric spark. Both have a weird relationship/friendship at first, but not realizing this friendship is going further all under the guise of helping Bianca get a different guy.

Bianca kinda makes you want to hit your head on the wall. You love her, but getting her to realize the great guy she has right in front of her took forever. Court is one of the dreamiest guys ever! He thinks he isn’t good enough, but you figure out quickly that he may be too good for those around him. The relationship develops slowly and sweetly. Court trying to help Bianca get the other guy while quietly dying a little inside, showed how selfless he could be.

I floved how close knit Bianca’s family is and how open and accepting they were to Court. They helped fill a hole in him giving him something he hasn’t had before. The entire book will leave you swooning for Court!

 

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Excerpt
Flying coach was bullshit. The crying babies and the cramped
seats weren’t even the worst of it, although admittedly not a perk. The real
problem with sitting in the back of the plane was the comradery among the other
passengers. In first-class no one tried to chat about the weather or ask the
dreaded “Are you visiting or returning home?”. No, in first class we sat in our
large, reclining seats with plenty of leg room, cold drink on the tray table,
laptop open, and we minded our own damn business.
I didn’t sit in first class because of some ego trip where I
needed to flaunt my better than average salary around. I did it because I
preferred the silence. Also, I traveled so much it was almost always a free
upgrade. Not today.
At least I’d been lucky enough to snag an aisle seat. Unlike
the girl sitting in 8B. She didn’t look up as I shrugged off my suit jacket and
placed it with my carry-on bag in the overhead bin. She stared down at the
magazine in her hands, a pen gripped in her mouth.
Pink lips were wrapped around the blue pen and her eyebrows
were drawn together in deep concentration. The only indication I had that she
knew her seat neighbor had arrived was the way she shielded the magazine with
an elbow as I slid into my seat. Her stance reminded me of those smart kids who
strategically placed their arm around the edge of the desk so that no one could
cheat off their test answers.
Intrigued, I settled in and peeked over her arm and down at
the glossy pages only catching the headline: How to Get Out of the
Friend Zone and Land the Guy of Your Dreams
. My eyes trailed up to the
young woman so enthralled with such a ludicrous title and I studied her closer.
She was beautiful, but not in an in your face way. I
definitely couldn’t see her being banned to the friend zone. Her blonde hair
was piled up in a bun on the top of her head, face clear and tanned even in the
dreary March weather we’d been having. A faded, oversized floral dress was worn
over leggings and sparkly shoes completed a look that was a cross between a
preppy sorority girl and an artsy free spirit. She dressed in a way that told
me she didn’t know she was beautiful or if she knew, she just didn’t care
enough to conform to a style.
Judging by her reading material I was sold on the first
option.
As the other passengers filed into their seats, I found
myself intrigued and unable to focus on anything but 8B. I glanced over
politely, hoping she’d look up and make eye contact so I could get a better
look at her. No luck. She kept her focus on the garbage reading material in
front of her as the cabin doors were closed and the flight attendants prepared
for departure. When we’d reached twenty thousand feet and she still hadn’t so
much as side-eyed me, I gave up and pulled out my laptop to do some work.
I stared at the reports in front of me for five minutes, not
reading a word, before I gave up and closed the laptop with a snap. She jumped,
startled, and I turned to give her my attention. When her eyes finally found
mine, I inhaled sharply.
Bright blue eyes were outlined with a heavy hand on the
eyeliner or eyeshadow, whatever it was called, in a striking blue. I couldn’t
decide if was a fashion statement or a fashion disaster, but her eyes held mine
captive and my lips parted to speak, only no words came out. We stared for a
moment too long, neither saying a word, until she glanced down at her exposed
reading and flipped it shut.
Author Bio
Rebecca Jenshak is a self-proclaimed margarita addict,
college basketball fanatic, and Hallmark channel devotee. A Midwest native
transplanted to the desert, she likes being outdoors (drinking on patios) and
singing (in the shower) when she isn’t writing books about hot guys and the
girls who love them.

 

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