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Cover Reveal - The Night We Met

Title: The Night We MetAuthor: Beth RinyuGenre: Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: July 18, 2019Cover Design: Amy Queau of Q Design I’ve always been three things: Loving daughter, devoted sister, and cynical romantic. Okay, maybe not always the last one, that didn’t happen until my ex-boyfriend cheated on me, and not with just anyone…my best friend. One year later, and I’m over relationships, only interested in the occasional one-night stand. I don’t fall in love with them, and I don’t expect them to fall in love with me. I won’t be waiting around for their call or stalking their social media—until I discover that one of my little trysts indirectly holds my family’s fate in his hands. So, with a little convincing from my older and much wiser sister, I break my own rules for the sake of my family. He’s the exact opposite of me: Serious, detached and arrogant. Did I mention that he looks like he should be on a billboard for a cologne ad in the middle of Times Square, or the sexy way he botches up my name in his German accent? Well, he does…but I refuse to relent, remaining committed to my plan. Strictly business, no emotions involved, and nobody will get hurt…until nobody turns into somebody I find myself needing more than I ever thought possible. What do you do when a one-night stand turns into so much more than you bargained for? And how do you stop one lie that’s getting bigger each time you’re with him from caving everything in around you? I know in the end someone is going to get hurt, but I’m powerless to stop it. And for him…I think I may be willing to have my heart broken all over again. “We don’t have that here. All of our German beers are listed—”“How do you know it’s German?” He toyed with me.“Well, I just assumed since you were German that the beer you asked for was German as well.”“How do you know I’m German?”“Your accent.”“You assume a lot of things, Emmeline. Don’t you? Perhaps you shouldn’t be so quick in your assumptions.”What the hell was his problem? There was no way in hell I could pretend to even like this guy, and judging by his self-important attitude, it wasn’t like I would even be afforded the opportunity to. Bridgette was going to have to go at it alone on this.“You’re correct on one point, Emmeline.”“My name is Emme!” I snapped.He picked up my license still sitting on the bar and studied it keenly. “That is not what your identification says.”“Emmeline is my proper name. My friends call me Emme.”Even that stomach flipping smile that had spread across his face wasn’t making up for his arrogance. Look away from the dimples, Em. This guy is an ass!“Well, since I’m always proper, and I’m not your friend...I call you Emmeline.”My impatience and anger were escalating at an equal pace. “Okay, fine, since this will be the last time we ever speak, then you can call me whatever you want. Thank you for returning my license, and if there isn’t anything I can get you to drink, then have a nice night.”His hand covered mine as I went to snatch my license from the bar. “There you go making those assumption again.” There was a spark to his eyes, hinting at amusement over my flustered state.“Okay…and do tell, what are those assumptions I seem to be making?”“The beer I requested is Belgian, not German.”“Well, forgive me. I’ll make a mental note of that, in case another pompous German or whatever it is you are comes in and requests it.” I wanted to walk away and be done with the entire conversation, but his hand was still covering mine with a tightening grip. Ever since I can remember, I have always enjoyed Creative Writing. There was always something about being able to travel to a different place or become a different person with just the stroke of a pen - or in today's world a touch of the keyboard. I love creating deep characters who you will love or love to hate. My life is not as interesting as my books or the characters in them, but then again whose life is? My happy place is a seat by the ocean with my feet in the sand or on the busy streets of New York City. You will more than likely find one of these places as the setting for most of my books. HOSTED BY:

Sunday Morning Teaser

Happy Sunday morning!! Here's a little teaser from The Night We Met. It just dawned on me that it's June already and next month, everyone (hopefully) will be meeting Emme & Lukas <3

I propped my head on my elbow and stared down at him. “Lukas…” Not now, Em. Just one more night of knowing the safety of his arms. One more morning of waking up to the cute, boyish expression when his eyes first open in a state of confusion until he’s fully conscious and realizes where he is. One more kiss on his full, pouty lips. One more ‘I love you’ before he hates you.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing. Nothing at all,” I whispered, lowering my head back to his shoulder and intertwining my hand in his. Like the song went…Tonight he was mine completely. Tomorrow…tomorrow was a different story.

Copyright - Beth Rinyu 2019
The Night We Met

The Night We Met

I wasn't planning on releasing my next book so soon. My goal for the past few years has been two books per year spaced evenly apart. I'm a true believer in quality over quantity, and I would never rush through writing a book just to put something out there. It took me almost a year to write I'll Be Seeing You. I finally finished it the end of 2018 and published it March 2019. When I finished, I figured my next storyline would come to me and hopefully I could release again toward the end of 2019 or early 2020. Well, on New Years Day 2019, a storyline did come to me and the characters wouldn't stop speaking until I typed "The End", a little less than three months later. I have NEVER written a book that fast, and I was a little scared that maybe I did rush it after I promised I'd never do that. But as I read the story over and over again, I fell in love with it and my characters over and over again. I went back, added a few scenes just because I wasn't ready to let them go, and when I finally sent it off to my editor, I felt like I had gone through a breakup. Every set of characters of mine are special to me, but there's just something about Emme and Lukas, and I'm not sure what it is. I've said it before...writing it my therapy. My escape when things aren't always at their best, and let's just say they helped get me through some sad days. So maybe that's why I feel such a strong connection with them and all of the characters in this book because they were like friends who didn't ask questions, didn't give advice, they were just there inside my laptop when I needed them. I cannot wait for all of you to meet them. If you love romances, please don't miss out on their story, it deserves to be read and you deserve to experience it!
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Save The Date!

You are cordially invited to meet Emme & Lukas on July 18, 2019! I cannot wait for all of you to read their story. To all my Unplanned Lesson fans, I think Lukas will give Dailan O'Maley a run for his money!!

Cover reveal is June 7th. Bloggers/Reviewers, if you're interested in participating. I've included the link for signups here:
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The Night We Met

The Exception To The Rule Is Free For A Limited Time

Happy Spring, everyone! Hope everyone had a great weekend! To kick off the spring/summer season, I've decided to introduce new readers to my very first book couple, Kat and Julian. The Exception To The Rule is a romance, but so much more. It's a lesson in love, loss and forgiveness. Download your copy for free today on Amazon and get to know these characters who will always be so special to me.
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IT'S LIVE!

Title: I'll Be Seeing YouAuthor: Beth RinyuGenre: Romance Suspense/ParanormalRelease Date: March 29, 2019
My mother once said that angels come in many forms: people, animals, insects, flowers or even objects. Some stay with us for just a short time, helping us through difficult times, others stay forever, deep inside our soul, carrying us from one moment to the next. I always wanted to believe it was true, that maybe in a world where there was so much bad, there was still hope for some good. As I grew older and the innocence of childhood waned and tainted my views on life, I was finding that perhaps it was just my mother’s way of feeding my young imagination. That all changed the day I met him.You know that feeling you get deep inside your gut? The one that tells you something is dangerous, or something is meant to be. The one that sees the bad or good in a person before they even utter a single syllable to you. The one that rattles your very soul, making you question your own sanity because you know you must be completely mad for having such an intense connection to someone you’ve just met. That’s the feeling I had when I first saw him. It was so much more than his good looks, his charming personality and his caring ways. It was something unexplainable and unimaginable.The first time we met, I felt it, and I was pretty certain he did to. Familiar strangers searching for someone, or something deep inside the other. Maybe I was losing my mind or maybe I was just caught up in a daydream of how I wished my life could be. But from the first moment, I had gotten caught up in his gaze, I knew I had stared into those deep-blue eyes once before…maybe not in this lifetime, but perhaps a lifetime before.
Ever since I can remember, I have always enjoyed Creative Writing. There was always something about being able to travel to a different place or become a different person with just the stroke of a pen - or in today's world a touch of the keyboard. I love creating deep characters who you will love or love to hate. My life is not as interesting as my books or the characters in them, but then again whose life is? My happy place is a seat by the ocean with my feet in the sand or on the busy streets of New York City. You will more than likely find one of these places as the setting for most of my books. HOSTED BY:

3 More Days....

“Hey, Olivia!” He caught my attention when I reached the bottom of the porch steps.
“Yeah?” I stared up at him.
“You said you’re a good judge of character?”
“I am.”
“Then what’s your impression of me?”
“You?” I smiled, wanting to say so much, but stopping myself for fear he’d think I was crazy. How could he not? Even I was beginning to question my sanity.
“I haven’t quite figured you out yet, August Fitzpatrick. But I think you’re a pretty good guy.” I knew I should’ve left it at that, but I couldn’t. “You remind me of someone I used to know.”
“Who’s that?” He tilted his head in confusion.
“I haven’t met him yet.”

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A Week Away!!

My newest book will be releasing next Friday. Here's a little teaser until then....

I’m not going to pretend Matthew is the same boy I’ve known my entire life. The war has changed him in a lot of ways. Some for the better and some not so good. It’s made him into a man. A strong, determined one who no longer is ruled by his family or the power they hold. He says he wants to marry me, and I wish to marry him too, but how can that ever be? In a place where blacks and whites are forced to ride in different cars on a train or drink from separate fountains, how could a girl like me ever become the wife of a man whose family believes so deeply in that separation of color? Mama says I’m special because I’m a little bit of both, but I don’t believe that to be true. If anything, I think it makes it worse because I can’t identify with being black or white. I go through life never sure of exactly what car I should be sitting in on that train or which fountain to use to quench my thirst. As a child, the white girls didn’t want to play with me because my skin was too dark and the colored girls didn’t because it was too light. Besides my family, the only two people who seem to be color-blind are Matthew and Becky.
                                                                 ~ Grace

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I'LL BE SEEING YOU - PROLOGUE & CHAPTER 1

Prologue

In that moment he saw his past, present, and future, and she was all three. Without her there was no future. He promised her forever and if this was their forever then he was willing to accept that fate. Lying down beside her as the flames closed in on them, he took her hand and moved it to his lips.“Please don’t do this,” she cried. “You have your whole life to live. Please live it for me…for us.”
“I can’t, and I won’t. You're my life and without you my life is nothing.” He placed his fingertips over her lips when she went to protest again. Pulling her closer, he wrapped his arms around her in the final minutes of their lives.Her voice diminished to a meager whisper, each word taking every ounce of energy she had left. “Someday. Not in this lifetime, but someday, I’ll be seeing you.”

Chapter 1 Olivia

I'm not sure the first time I sensed that I was truly all alone.

Was it twenty-seven years ago when I lay alone in a hospital bassinette because the woman who had given birth to me cared more about scoring her next fix than her own child?

Was it the many times my classmates would tease me for not fitting in? My skin too dark to be a white girl. My blue eyes too light to be a black girl.

Was it the time my best friend took his life just hours after telling his unaccepting parents he was gay?Was it when out of nowhere, my long-term boyfriend decided he wanted to see other people?

Was it the day the woman who loved me and took care of me when no one else wanted me—my real mother—passed away?

Maybe it was a combination of all those instances that plagued my thoughts as I sat alone in a that cold, dark movie theater, inhaling remnants of stale popcorn on my twenty-seventh birthday, allowing those memories to creep in and settle deep inside of me. I had a happy life, I would never deny that, but the past year had been brutal. Watching the woman who had always been my rock die a slow death to the cancer that invaded her body wasn’t easy. All I wanted to do was take away her pain, the same way she had for me my entire life, but I was no match for that dreadful disease that claims stake to so many. I did my best, and I liked to think that in the end, I was able to offer her the love and comfort she provided me since the day I was born. And when she left this earth, I hoped I had made her proud with the selfless decision she had made in accepting me as her daughter all those years ago. There was very little I knew about the woman who had given birth to me, and truth be told, I didn’t want to know. She was an addict and I was a causality of her addiction—a withdrawal baby. My mother, who was a NICU nurse, fell in love with me the moment I became one of her patients. She’d always tell the story of how I cried for hours on end when any of the other nurses would hold me, but the moment I was placed in her arms, I was blanketed in calmness. She had just gone through a horrible divorce when I came into her life, and she swore I was sent to her to ease the pain her heart was in. She gave me everything I could ask for and then some—and she did it all on her own. I admired her so much for being so strong, and always hoped I could be that same independent person she had been. I liked to think I was, but times like this when I was wallowing in my own self-pity, I felt as if I was betraying her. I missed the familiar pep talks she’d give me when dealing with the typical drama that comes along with being a teenage girl. “Cheer up, Liv. This is only a small portion of your life. Years from now, you’ll look back and realize these things were so insignificant. You’ve got so much more living to do.” Turns out, she was right. Those frivolous fights I’d get into with my girlfriends back in high school were nothing in comparison to real life.

I had always been mature beyond my years, sensitive to other people’s feelings, befriending that person no one else wanted to be bothered with, taking them under my wing despite what the petty girls I called friends back then had to say. I was in tune with my sixth sense and could see deep inside a person within the first few seconds of meeting them and sometimes the most beautiful faces had the ugliest souls.

I wrapped my sweater around my shoulders. The ninety-degree temperatures outside seemed like a world away as my teeth chattered inside the chilly dark theater. I was hoping the romantic-comedy I had just overpaid to see would lift my spirits somewhat. I was new to this town and was hopeful that once I started working and meeting people, things would change, but for now even finding a job seemed like a monumental task. After my mother passed there was really no reason for me to stay in the Pennsylvania town I grew up in. I had no other family, and all my friends had moved on and were scattered throughout the country. I followed in my mother’s footsteps and went into nursing. But instead of dealing with newborn babies just starting out in life, I decided to specialize in the older patients whose lives were just winding down. It was so rewarding and at the same time sad to see how a lot of these patients ended up, just thrown in a home by their families, who rarely had time to even pay them a visit. I had become more than just a nurse to many of them. I had become an extended family, spending birthdays and holidays with them when no one else seemed to care. My patients were so special to me, each of them teaching something in one small way or another. I loved hearing their stories of days gone by back when life seemed to be a lot simpler. They’d always smile and seems so at peace when they’d talk about their past as if they were living in that moment, and sometimes I’d feel like I was right there with them. When the nursing home I worked at closed due to lack of funding, I was devastated. I worried for my patients, wondering where they’d go and would they have another nurse to look after them and care for them the same way I did? I spent many nights tossing and turning filled with unease for them. It wasn’t until my mother said something just days before she died that finally put my mind at ease. “You gave them happiness in the time you knew them. They’ll always remember that, Olivia. You can’t save everyone, so please stop trying to take on that burden, and have faith that their families will do the right thing for them.” My mother was gone, and I was jobless, so I took that as a sign. A sign to start over someplace else. Someplace warmer. Someplace I could begin a fresh start at life. I researched my different options and finally decided on a small idyllic town in Georgia that was the essence of small-town USA. My mother spoke of a friend who lived there and always said if she could pick up and start over, that’s where she’d go. I wasn’t sure if this friendwas a lost love or not, and I never did pry. So, before she passed, I let her know I was going to be fulfilling her dream for her. I had been in touch with several job leads in the area and was hoping one of them would pan out. If they didn’t, I wasn’t quite sure what I’d do. For the time being, I was renting a tiny one-bedroom apartment in the middle of town on a month to month basis. I had just enough left in my savings to cover the next three months of living expenses, so I had to come up with something fast.

The lights dimmed, and the sound rumbled through the speakers, starting the half-hour of previews before we could even get to the movie. A few more people entered the theater as the promos played, and I stretched my neck, trying to make all of them out in the darkness. All two plus. Mothers and daughters. Girlfriends. Whatever the case, they all had someone who was willing to spend a Sunday afternoon with them—unlike me.

Turning my head, I caught a glimpse of the older woman sitting across the aisle from me. The screen lit up just enough for me to see the broad smile she was sending my way. I smiled back, wondering if she knew how much that small facial expression meant to me. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel so alone. Someone noticed me. Some stranger who had that same sixth sense I had. One who knew I needed some hope that it wasn’t just me against the world.The opening credits to the movie finally appeared on the screen, and my mind became lost in a mindless love story that was all wrapped up in a pretty bow in less than two hours. If only real life could be like that. Even though it was totally unrealistic, it gave me a much-needed escape from reality. My heart was happy, and my face aching from the stupid grin plastered upon it when the movie had ended. It served its purpose. I stood up when the lights turned on, wanting to acknowledge the woman sitting across from me for brightening my day with a smile of my own, but when I turned my head in her direction, she was already gone.

I walked up the aisle, debating on what I’d have for my birthday dinner—frozen pizza or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. “Oh shoot!” I whispered to myself when I reached the lobby and realized I left my sweater in the theater. I turned around and headed back inside to the row I had been sitting in. Snatching my sweater from the seat, I narrowed my eyes, focusing on the piece of paper sitting on the floor where the older woman had been sitting. I wasn’t sure why I was so drawn to it. It was probably just a piece of litter left behind, but as I moved closer, my heart beat in anticipation. I picked up the tattered paper that looked like it had been put through the ringer, and carefully unfolded it to see what type of information it contained. The ink was so light the words were hardly even legible. A chill shot through my body, sensing the presence of someone standing beside me, even though I was all alone in the empty theater. The same feeling I had on the day my best friend Michael had taken his life. I felt him all around me as if he was saying goodbye one last time. I moved the piece of paper closer to get a better look and was finally able to make out what was etched onto it:
Find him. Remember him.

©2019 Beth Rinyu

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