Category: Claudia Y. Burgoa

Cover Reveal & Giveaway: Until I Fall by Claudia Burgoa

24/3/2017

Title: Until I Fall

Author: Claudia Burgoa

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publication date: April 3rd, 2017

Cover Designer: By Hang Le

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ER doctor, Aspen Zimmerman is no stranger to pain and loss. The tragic death of her fiancé catapults her life into a promise of healing—of being the best damn ER doctor her hospital has ever encountered. After all, it makes her feel like she's making a difference when she couldn't so long ago. And when her most beloved patient suffers horrifically, all Aspen cares about is healing her—even though her son has a special way of igniting a fire she thought fizzled out long ago.

As a private security officer, Anderson Hawkins puts everyone's life before his own. With his mother fighting for her life in the hospital, Anderson is hellbent on finding a way to save her. On the plus side, he gets to spend his time with a sexy and fiery ER doctor who would do anything for his mother. Though Aspen seems to be pulling back—away from any feelings she may have for him. Now, it's up to Anderson to prove that they can build a future together if they both let go of the past. Can Aspen trust her heart with someone when she already feels "dead on arrival?"

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About the Author . . .

Claudia grew up with a childhood that resembled a caffeine-injected soap opera. She lives in Colorado, managing her household filled with three confused dogs, a techy-nerd husband, two daughters wrought with fandoms and a son who thinks he’s the boss of the house. To survive, she works continually to find purpose for the voices flitting through her head, plus she consumes high quantities of chocolate to keep the last threads of sanity intact.

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Promo: Unsurprisingly Complicated by Claudia Burgoa

4/5/2015

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Title: Unsurprisingly Complicated
(#2 of Unexpected)

Author: Claudia Burgoa

Genre: Contemporary Romance, NA

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The lies between my parents and I came to light and now I’m working on a new life for myself. Along the way, I have my trusty superhero, Mason, to lean on when I have a hard time standing or when my crazy ex-boyfriend continues to feel he has a claim on me.

Porter has trouble understanding that there hasn’t been an ‘us’ for more than three years plus all the issues he had brought upon himself. My father was right, drugs do kill. My other concern is the growing feelings I am having regarding Mason. There’s something between us I want to explore but I keep getting mixed signals. Here, I thought that after telling my parents about my lies and having their full support, things wouldn’t be as complicated as they are.

Mason

My parents divorced before I even made my entrance into this world. My father has been obsessed with that love for years while my mother searches for love in all the wrong places. I don’t want a place to call home or a girl I can claim as mine. Except… Ainsley Janine –better known as ‘Nine’—has some special power that makes me question my preferences. The more I try to stay away from her, the more she pulls me closer.

Exploring the possibilities of having something steady in my life isn’t a problem; it’s the long term that worries me. In addition to that, the scumbag she dated years ago keeps popping up everywhere we go. If I could use my license to kill, maybe I can stop worrying about one thing and concentrate on what to do with the green eyed girl who keeps me awake most nights.

Excerpt . . .

“Are you sure this is okay with you?

“Yes, Mason Bradley.” This is the tenth time he has asked me the question.

“Did you use sex to distract me?”

I clamp my lips together and refuse to answer the question. I wasn’t going to, but he gave me the perfect idea when I was desperate to make a point that his mother had to stay with me.

Of course, now I’m chewing my lip because Mrs. Reality knocks me down with full force. My boyfriend’s mother is staying with me. Not just any woman—his mother. She’s going to judge me, hate me, and, what else do mothers do?

“Does she know about me?”

“No.” He takes his eyes off the road for a second.

My hands slam against my face.

“Of course she knows about you. She’s known about you since you were little, Nine.”

“I don’t mean that way.” I toss my head against the seat and roll my eyes.

“Girlfriend. I mean, I am your girl right?”

“Oh, that detail. You are?”

I groan like a wounded bear.

“It’s a joke. Damn, you get feisty when you’re nervous. Take it easy. Yes, she knows and she’s aware that you and I are dating. You hold the girlfriend title, the girl who tamed me, my other half, the one who holds the key to my cell and that’s why I stick around.”

I suck on my lip as I gift him with my deep, hard glare of ‘die’. “You’re not funny.”

“Oh, I am.” He laughs as I burn with panic, fear, and unamused anger.

My entire body is shaking at the prospect of having the woman in my house for however long she’s staying here.

“How long is she staying?” I’m trying to figure out my schedule for the next few days.

“She didn’t say.” A response that won’t help me with the jitters eating the insides of my stomach or with planning.

Ugh, I put myself into this situation. Great.

“Stop,” he orders. “I’m the only one allowed to nibble those lips. They’re mine.”

He takes my hand and kisses the inside of my wrist. Then his finger caresses my skin soothing the knotted nerves.

“She’s going to like you.”

Not love me? My world is in danger of crumbling as I learn that winning over his mom may be a bigger challenge that I originally thought.

“Oh, God!” I finally let the excruciating panic out.

“What is she going to think about me?” The question comes out of my subconscious. “That we’re going too fast. I mean, you’re practically living in my house, which I love. Each day a new pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and some other item finds a spot in my closet. Scott, your sports car, lives next to Eleanor. Tucker stays at my parents’.”

“Huh, you just noticed?” He kisses my hand again. “To clarify, I’m not living with you. There are a few items I have around to make things simpler when I stay overnight. That brings me to another issue. Stop naming my stuff. It’s a car, not Scott; a truck, not Tucker.” He pats the dashboard.

“Ready?” he taps my nose with his free hand. “Stamp on that pretty smile of yours. That, ‘I’m about to die’ look isn’t flattering. Here they are.”

Mason parks the car in front of a couple. Mr. and Mrs. Daugherty wait for us outside the terminal with their luggage. Mason’s stepfather is only a few inches taller than his wife, bald but with handsome features.

“Wait here,” Mason orders.

Mason’s mom is an inch or two taller than me, maybe five-seven. Porcelain skin with dark almond-shaped eyes and fine, soft features. Dark hair and a smooth complexion, just like I remember her from childhood.

Due to airport restrictions, within seconds Mason shoves their luggage in the trunk and helps his mom into the car as his stepfather did not offer.

“Mother, meet Ainsley Colthurst-Decker, better known as Nine or the girl I casually date.” He used the dorky jokester voice. I narrowed my eyes at him. “My lovely girlfriend. I’m not sure if you remember her. Nine, Mom.”

About the Author . . .

Born on the mystical day of October 30th in the not so mystical lands of Mexico City, Claudia grew up with a childhood that resembled a caffeine-injected soap opera. Seventeen years ago she ventured to the lands of her techie husband—a.k.a. the U.S.—with their offspring to start a new adventure.

She now lives in Colorado working as a CFO for a small IT company, managing her household filled with three confused dogs, said nerd husband, two daughters wrought with fandoms and a son who thinks he’s the boss of the house. To survive she works continually to find purpose for the voices flitting through her head, plus she consumes high quantities of chocolate to keep the last threads of sanity intact.

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Title: Unlike Any Other
(#1 of Unexpected)

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Promo & Review: Standing by by Claudia Y. Burgoa

19/10/2014

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Title: Standing By
(#2 of A Knight's Tale)

Author: Claudia Y. Burgoa

Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance

Ratings: ♪ ♪ (Did not finish)

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Mitch Knight
1. Loves a good challenge
2. Never turns his back on a dare
3. Loves to create nicknames
4. Nobody cooks better than him
5. Doesn’t believe in love

When Parker Welsh sells Mitch Knight his organic restaurant, Willows, he not only gives Mitch ownership; but everything entangled with it. Including the annoying pastry chef who supplies the muffins and cupcakes.

Hayley Roth-Welsh
1. Loves To-Do Lists and Five-Year Plans
2. Has her dream job of baking sweets
3. Always tries to make others happy
4. Never seems to succeed with her family
5. Is still a virgin, waiting for love

Hayley played by her mother’s rules for the first eighteen years of her life, instead of heading to college as her family expected, she rebelled and opened a bakery, Pieces of Heaven. Her family expects her to fail and head back to school and their wish may come true once Parker sells his restaurant to the handsome, arrogant Mitchel Knight. It’s either join forces with him or lose her dream.

First off, I did not finish this book, so don't let my review sway you. Secondly, I have not read the first book, so I'm not sure if it'll affect anything. I had quite a hard time trying to get into the groove of this book. I wasn't captivated nor was I sucked into the book. To be honest, I was irritated with Hayley, her mom and her dad.

I tried really hard to keep on reading but I gave up half way through. Nothing against the author but I have really limited reading time with work and all and I decided to just drop the book and move on :)

It sounds like a good read though, from the synopsis and the other reviews around, but it just wasn't for me.

Excerpt . . .

“I received the email. Now go and change,” Mitch barks, as he closes his phone.

I just emailed him my end of the year numbers and for the next two weeks he’ll come daily to observe and analyze what we need to take the next step—or so he says. I’m weary about his recommendations-no-I fear that he’ll say this is a lost cause.

“Change?” My forehead automatically becomes a frown. “You said wear comfortable clothes, these are my comfortable clothes.”

I point at my Nirvana T-shirt, then my shorts and finally my flat thong sandals.

“Should I switch my thongs for tennis shoes?”

“I really didn’t need to know that you’re wearing a thong, unless you’re willing to show me.”

I point at the shoes.

“Thong sandals, you, idiot.” Then I head for my satchel purse and walk to the door. “Ready.”

“You’re wearing a t-shirt of a band from last century, and… can you wear something less, Today is laundry day and these are the only clean items I found.”

“As I said, these are my comfy clothes. No, I won’t choose another outfit. Unless of course, we’re heading to have tea with the queen, then I’ll think about changing my attire. What’s the plan?”

“Tea with the queen, what does that mean?”

“Mom’s motto. Every morning, you need to dress as if you’re going to have tea with the queen.” I did it for eighteen years, even when she was out of the country with Dad but after I left her controlling grasp, I made sure to wear what I liked. “For Mom specifically it means wearing famous designer’s clothing with high heels and a gallon of her expensive perfume.”

“Can you wear something in between?”

“Yes, but I choose not to.” I respond with a sweetly tone, open the door and wait for him to follow so I can lock the door. “Are we leaving? Because as you know, my bed time is seven and we don’t have much left… unless you need a refresher on how to tell time.”

“You can be obnoxious, Miss Hayley Mae Roth-Welsh.” He heads outside.

“One of my charms.” I stick my tongue out before locking the door behind him.

Born on the mystical day of October 30th in the not so mystical lands of Mexico City, Claudia grew up with a childhood that resembled a caffeine-injected soap opera. Seventeen years ago she ventured to the lands of her techie husband—a.k.a. the U.S.—with their offspring to start a new adventure.

She now lives in Colorado working as a CFO for a small IT company, managing her household filled with three confused dogs, said nerd husband, two daughters wrought with fandoms and a son who thinks he’s the boss of the house.

To survive she works continually to find purpose for the voices flitting through her head, plus she consumes high quantities of chocolate to keep the last threads of sanity intact.

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