Book Blitz ~ Pity Parade by Whitney Dineen ~ Excerpt | Teaser | Giveaway

Book Blitz ~ Pity Parade by Whitney Dineen ~ Excerpt | Teaser | Giveaway

Afternoon all!

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Welcome all to a new Book Blitz! Today I am part of the Blitz for the fourth book in the Pity Series: Pity Parade by Whitney Dineen. I am so happy I can be part of this book blitz and promote this book to my readers~ It sounds so good!

For today’s post I got an excerpt + teaser + giveaway + of course book/author information~

Pity Parade by Whitney Dineen, Girl looking with a certain lookTrina Rockwell here. You know, your favorite TV host from Midwestern Matchmaker?I have a I am without a doubt, the unluckiest dater in the history of the entire world. I’m not even embellishing. I’ve inadvertently dated a mobster, a dead-beat dad, and a guy who puts salt on watermelon. What’s next, pineapple on pizza?As my past relationships reads like the who’s who of court jesters, it’s no wonder I’ve refused my producers desire to spotlight me as one of the singles on a new show they’re putting together.
The problem is that Midwestern Matchmaker just got canceled and unless I agree to their terms, I’m out of a job.

In order to keep doing what I love doing—matching midwestern singles, I either need to suck it up and parade my dating life on national television or I need to get married—STAT.

Guess which one I’m putting my money on?

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Buy this book here: Amazon

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About the author:

Whitney Dineen, Author, GlassesWhitney loves to laugh, play with her kids, bake, and eat french fries — not always in that order.

Whitney is a multi-award-winning author of romcoms, non-fiction humor, and middle reader fiction. Basically, she writes whatever the voices in her head tell her to.

She lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband, Jimmy, where they raise children, chickens, and organic vegetables.

Gold Medal winner at the International Readers’ Favorite Awards, 2017.

Silver medal winner at the International Readers’ Favorite Awards, 2015, 2016.

Finalist RONE Awards, 2016.

Finalist at the IRFA 2016, 2017.

Finalist at the Book Excellence Awards, 2017

Finalist Top Shelf Indie Book Awards, 2017

Find her here:       

Excerpt

When I return from the beach, I spot Trina hurrying around the deck next door. She’s putting buckets of citronella candles around to keep the mosquitoes at bay and she’s placing brightly colored throw pillows on the furniture. “Hey, neighbor,” I call out. “Getting ready for some company?”
Her head pops up in a startled fashion. “Oh … um … yeah. Rather, yes, I am.”
“Who do you have coming out?”
“Just a friend,” she says. “But they’re not very social, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t try to strike up a conversation with them.”
That sounds suspicious. “Why?”
“No reason.” She continues to dart around before coming to a halt. “Daniel has a stutter, and it makes himself conscious.”
“Daniel, is it?” Curious.
“Is there something wrong with that?”
“No.” Yes. “Is he just a friend or is he more than a friend?” I ask.
“How is that any of your business?”
It’s not my business and I shouldn’t have asked, but I still want to know the answer. “He’s going to be my neighbor,” I tell her like this makes us destined for a lifelong bond.
“For a week,” she snaps. “Which is not a long enough time for you to bother with him. You probably won’t even see him.”
“Yes, but what if he shows up at my door asking to borrow a stick of butter or something? You can’t expect me not to talk to him.”
Trina puts her hands on her hips as the wind picks up and blows her hair around her like a swirling dark curtain. She looks like an epic heroine in a superhero movie. Look out, Wonder Woman. “If Daniel shows up at your doorstep, you have my permission to loan him a stick of butter,” she grumpily concedes.
“What if he asks for coffee?” This conversation is getting ridiculous.
She flings her hands out in front of her. “Then give him coffee.”
Nodding my head, I continue, “What if he wants to talk about you?”
“He never has to know we’ve met,” she says sternly.
“But you’re renting the place right next door …”
At that, Trina changes her mind about allowing me to talk to her friend. “You know what? Don’t talk to Daniel. I don’t care if he needs butter or coffee. You are not to speak to him. Do you understand?”
She’s getting really worked up over this and that piques my interest. “I don’t think that would be very neighborly.”
Trina picks up a pillow and punches it like she wishes it were my face. Then she puts it down and strides across her deck toward mine. When she’s within a couple of feet of me, she orders, “Heath Fox. I am not your friend and Daniel is not your friend. Do us both a favor and remember that.”
“Why aren’t you my friend?” I know I’m poking the bear, but darn it, I’m having a good time doing so.
“Why would I be?” she returns. “I’ve met you two times. On the first occasion you barely spoke to me and on the second you talked a lot before telling me you didn’t want anything to do with me.”


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