Blog Tour - Excerpt & Giveaway - AFTER THE STORM by Katy Ames

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Title: After the Storm

Author: Katy Ames

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About After the Storm:

Tristan Hurst is tired of running. He’s spent every day since he was 16 trying to escape the consequences of one inexplicable, horrible night. So when his cousin buys a Caribbean resort and offers him a job away from the family firm, Tristan jumps at the chance to leave behind his intolerable father and the life he barely lives.   Tessa Armstrong has a plan and moving to a tropical island isn’t part of it. But when she lands the position of head pastry chef at a luxury hotel, she can’t pass it up. A new country, a new kitchen. And a fresh start far away from the secrets that are becoming harder to ignore.   On an island where neither expected to end up, Tessa and Tristan discover something they’ve always wanted: a safe haven. And when friendship becomes something more, they think they’ve landed in paradise.   But there’s a storm coming, and the secrets they’ve worked so hard to escape aren’t far behind. And with them, a truth that has the power to wash away a love they never dreamed to find.   A standalone contemporary romance from the author of After the Island and After the Fall.

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After the Storm

Catch up on the Series:

After the Island

After the Fall

“Are you finished?” Tristan pointed at her bowl, ignoring her question.
“Uhh.” Tessa blinked. His bowl already in his hand, Tristan stood up and looked at her empty one before taking it with him to the kitchen. Tessa followed, confusion, wine, and exhaustion making it
difficult to track what had just happened.
He was already rinsing the dishes when she caught up with him. “I, uh,” she stuttered, “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“You didn’t.”
“You don’t have to leave so soon.” She hadn’t invited him, had never thought she’d want him to stay, but something about his obvious intention to leave bothered her. Something was definitely troubling Tristan, and she suddenly hated that he was dealing with it alone.
“You didn’t even want me here.” His shoulders were straight, his profile as neutral as she’d ever seen it. She hadn’t offended him; he was kicking himself out.
“Tristan. Stop.” This time, when she touched his arm and he jumped, she didn’t pull away. “Whatever you were going to say, whatever you were thinking, you can tell me.”
His jaw was rigid and Tessa watched it flex as he considered. His hands were still buried in the hot water when he turned and bent his head towards her.
Their faces were so close Tessa felt his breath catch the whips of hair that had dried and curled against her temple. That close, Tessa had no hope of avoiding his eyes. Framed by thick black lashes, the
color stood out in contrast to the rest of him. His hair, his clothes, it was all black. Even after weeks on the island and what she could only assume was hours in the ocean, Tristan’s skin showed no flush of a tan. He was naturally fair, a complexion she guessed would turn ruddy when too hot or cold, flares of color high on his cheekbones. But the only color she could make out at that second were dark smudges beneath his eyes, like he’d gone months, maybe longer without sleep. And above them, those intense, almost wild eyes.
Tessa had never seen icebergs in real life, but she imagined they were the same color as Tristan’s eyes. A crystalline blue, bright and sharp and ancient, frozen beneath a wash of ice, the surface dulling the vibrancy of what was far beneath. She half expected them to be cold, verging on lifeless. But, as she looked into them from only inches away, Tessa felt an unexpected warmth spread through her. Nothing about this beautifully, painfully still man was lifeless. It was there, flickering, buried beneath a shield thicker and harder than she’d ever seen.
Years later, Tessa wouldn’t be able to describe it, the certainty that fell over her as they stood in front of that tiny sink in her staff apartment on the outskirts of that luxury hotel, her hand just shy of trembling against the skin of someone who was little more than a stranger. But she didn’t have to understand for it to be true. Tristan Hurst needed someone. A friend. A person to listen to him even when he didn’t speak, to sit with him when all he wanted to do was run. Someone to stand on the shore and make sure he came back.


About the Author:

Katy Ames has spent most of her life on the East Coast and hopes to spend more of it in the UK. In part, so she can indulge in her serious plaid obsession. There isn’t a teenage drama on the CW or a period British TV show she hasn’t binge-watched at least twice. And she can be persuaded to do most things with the promise of bourbon, coffee, chocolate, or a nap, not necessarily in that order. Katy is mom to a small human who has an obscene amount of energy and a blissful ability to ignore swear words, and wife to a man whose reading habits are far too serious. Katy and her family reside in Washington, D.C., a city she where never planned to live and loves so much she’d be happy to talk about it for hours. Just ask.   Katy writes contemporary romances that feature heroes who are strong but not so silent, heroines who aren’t afraid to kick ass, and stories that get a little messy before they end happily ever after.

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