I have a special treat for you today! Sarah Monzon is sharing an excerpt from her new novella “Bookishly Ever After”.  This fun story is currently part of the Timeless Love Collection.

This collection of 7 stories through the ages is available for pre-order for only .99c from March 21st to June 19th when the ebook releases. All proceeds go to the Live Strong Foundation

To learn more about the collection, be sure to see my cover reveal post (click here)

About the Author:

SarahSarah Monzon is a Navy chaplain’s wife and a stay at home mom to the two cutest littles in the world. Playing pretend all day with them isn’t enough, she spends the evenings after their heads hit the pillow to create her own imaginary characters. When she isn’t in the world of make believe, she can be found in the pine forests of western Washington taking care of her family, fostering friendships, and enjoying all the adventures each day brings.

Her debut novel, The Isaac Project, skyrocketed to Amazon bestseller status while her Sophomore book,Finders Keepers, has finaled in contests such as the Inspy Awards and received a 4 star review from Romantic Times.

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He turned to me, his shoulder sinking into the plush back of my microfiber couch. “Why don’t we shake things up tonight? I’ll call some friends, and we can do one of the tours around the city.” He eyed the small pond of M&M’s I cradled in my hand. “We could even do the chocolate tour.”

I pointed to my shirt again. “Sorry. I’m booked.”

“It’s one night, Emory. You can come out for one night. Your books will still be here waiting for you when you get back.”

A group of people I didn’t know touring around a crowded city. I’d have to make small talk. I didn’t do small talk. Not because I found it superficial. I just…couldn’t. Literally. People asked me a question. I answered. Was it my fault the answer only consisted of one word? But then the conversational ball was in my court. Let the awkward silence ensue as I mentally scrounged for another topic. It was painful.

“I’ll pass, but thanks for the offer.”

Tate’s face kind of did a little convulsing thing. The muscle along his cheek twitched, and his eyes spasmed. He licked his lips. Swallowed. Looked away. Looked back.

I should have become suspicious when the confidence returned to his demeanor. When he raised that blasted brow above his right eye in challenge. “I bet you can’t do it.”

“Excuse me?”

“I bet you can’t do it. You read all these great stories about heroes and heroines who do all sorts of things while you’re safely tucked inside your apartment. You live vicariously through them, but that’s not living, Em. You envision yourself as the characters you read, relating to them on different levels, maybe even sometimes wishing you were more like them.”

The defense on my tongue felt flat, unbelievable even to me.

“I bet you can’t take yourself down from this literary tower you’ve built around yourself and actually do the things your characters do. Experience life. Experience the people around you.”

My gaze snagged on The Huntress, and I grabbed it, thrust it between us as my evidence. “Of course I can’t do the things these characters do. I’m not a bounty hunter, and I don’t plan to have guns shoved in my face.” And the trigger pulled? Man I needed to get back to the scene to see if Amelia was shot or if she’d somehow disarmed the perp.

Tate settled back, the seam of his shirtsleeve riding up over the curve of his tricep as he pinched the book between us and returned it to the table. “That isn’t the only book you’re reading.” Not a question. He knew me too well. Probably knew about the novel in my purse that I read on the bus during my commute to and from work and the one on my nightstand that I read right before bed.

Fine. “You think you’re so smart, but you didn’t bet me anything. You issued a dare. And I’m not twelve.” Although the annoying desire to prove him wrong pooled in my chest. Blast. Well, if he wanted to challenge me, needle me, try to psychoanalyze me to the point he thought he knew me better than I knew myself, I could play that game too. “A bet is when two people put something on the table.”

He leaned forward, victory already in his eyes. “I’m not the one hiding.”

Neither was I. Reading wasn’t a hiding place, it was an escape. A place to decompress, to wrestle with issues in real life, a means to cope. But he was wrong on another thing. He was hiding. “I bet you can’t send out a demo tape.” For as long as I’d known him, he’d done open mic, karaoke, and live performances in restaurants. Never once had he ever sent a demo to an agent or recording studio.

His confidence drained out of him like I’d pulled the plug, but then just as quickly he thrust out his hand. “Deal. Each week you’ll tell me what book your reading and something about it. Setting or the character’s occupation or an adventure they went on, and I’ll set something up for the weekend. For every outing, I’ll let you pick the studio or agent to send a demo to. Deal?”

I placed my hand in his, and we shook.

If only I’d known what I was getting myself into.

Pre-Order your copy today!

Timeless Love Collection: Romantic Stories that Span the Ages

Note: This is a limited time collection, only available for two weeks after the release date(6/19 – 7/3/18). After that all the novella’s will release in paperback from their respective publishers.





16 thoughts on “Spotlight & Excerpt: Bookishly Ever After by Sarah Monzon

    1. I’ve gotten to read an the ARC of Bookishly Ever After and let me just tell you it doesn’t disappoint! It’s such a fun story, the characters are so engaging it just pulls you right in!


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