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<p class="has-text-align-center">Perfect Wreckage, an all-new, emotional and unforgettable small-town romance from Catherine Cowles is releasing September 22nd, and we have a sneak peek!</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center">Prologue<br>Kenna</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-left">I waved frantically, trying to clear the smoke away from the oven with one hand as I attempted to open the kitchen window with the other. My efforts were in vain. The smoke detector let out a wail that was likely to make my brain bleed.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-left">“Blasted oven.” I ran for one of the barstools and tugged it over beneath the shrieking alarm. I climbed up, stretching on my tiptoes until I could just reach the device. I twisted it off and quickly unplugged the wire.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-left">“What in heaven’s name is going on in here? Do I need to get the fire extinguisher?”</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-left">“I’m sorry, Harriet. I just…” I wasn’t sure how to finish that statement.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-left">Harriet fought to hold back a laugh as she shook her head, the lines creasing her face deepening with the movement. “Let me get these out of the oven, and you climb down off that death trap before you fall and crack your head open.”</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-left">I carefully lowered myself to the seat of the stool and then stood, setting the smoke detector on the counter. “I really am sorry.”</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-left">Harriet waved me off as she slipped on oven mitts. “You know you don’t have to apologize for things like this. We have to make mistakes—”</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-left">“—so that we can learn,” I finished in tandem with her. My grandmother’s best friend had been preaching this line since I’d come to live with her seven years ago. One of many Harriet-isms that I’d come to know and love.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-left"><strong>Want more? Click here to continue reading → https://bit.ly/3bpLdZE</strong></p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center"><strong>Pre-order your copy today!<br></strong>Amazon: https://amzn.to/3e5JMjO<br>Apple Books: https://apple.co/37InRgl<br>Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/perfwreckage<br>Nook: https://bit.ly/3hsQ0fz<br>Kobo: https://bit.ly/3d6cBvc</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center">Add to Goodreads: https://bit.ly/2Y1ZFlJ</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center">Be notified first when Perfect Wreckage goes live: http://bit.ly/2JZE0DH</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center"><strong>Synopsis:</strong></p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center">My past taught me to play it safe.<br>To stay far away from handsome men who promised it all.<br>My life was good without them. Stable, secure, predictable.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center">But one kiss showed me that I’d been playing it safe for far too long.<br>One night, and all I wanted was more of his wildfire.<br>One challenge and my carefully constructed walls tumbled down.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center">Amidst the rubble, I realized there was more to this man than I ever dreamed.<br>When everything fell apart, he showed me what it meant to stay.<br>How to truly live.</p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center">But some demons don’t stay buried.<br>The past can come knocking when you least expect.<br>And the life he’s showing me might be shorter than either of us expected…<br></p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center"><strong>About Catherine</strong></p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center"><strong><br></strong>Writer of words. Drinker of Diet Cokes. Lover of all things cute and furry, especially her dog. Catherine has had her nose in a book since the time she could read and finally decided to write down some of her own stories. When she's not writing she can be found exploring her home state of Oregon, listening to true crime podcasts, or searching for her next book boyfriend.<br><br><br><br></p>
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<p class="has-text-align-center"><strong>Connect with Catherine<br></strong>Amazon: https://amzn.to/2IEQXSw<br>Facebook: http://bit.ly/2Lc4mU0<br>Twitter: https://twitter.com/catherinecowles<br>Pinterest: http://bit.ly/2RFY7Jv<br>Instagram: http://bit.ly/31TE3rJ<br>Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2xdUZLn<br>BookBub: http://bit.ly/2J3dWWF<br>Website: https://www.catherinecowles.com/<br>Stay up to date with Catherine by joining her mail list:<br>http://bit.ly/2JZE0DH</p>
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