Blog Tour + Giveaway: The Palisade (Lavender Shores #1) by Rosalind Abel

Rosalind Abel makes the first stop on the Palisade blog tour! Check out info about the book and read the first chapter! Enter the giveaway to win a $5 Amazon gift card. 

Thank you so much to Boy Meets Boy for hosting the first stop on The Palisade Blog Tour!  And thank you to each of you stopping by to check it out!

The Palisade is the first book of the Lavender Shores series. Each of the novels will be able to be read as a stand-alone or as part of the series.  I’m going to let the excerpt and blurb speak themselves, but I will promise you romance, steamy sex, laughter, all the feels, and a happily ever after.

The Palisade is up for pre-order on Amazon and will be on sale through release day, June 20, 2017. It will also be part of Kindle Unlimited.

I can’t wait for you to fall in love with Andrew, Joel, and Lavender Shores.


He had green eyes—or maybe not. The romantic lighting and the distance between us made it hard to tell. Whatever shade they were, every glance he gave me was heated. No one had ever looked at me like that before. Sure, flirty winks, come-hither stares, eyes darting toward a back room. This man’s gaze made me feel… hell, practically naked. He only looked my way every few minutes; he was hardly staring. Even so, his glances told me my clothes had disappeared. His hands were touching my body. His breath hot against my neck. His—
“Good God, Andrew. Go say hi already.”
I sucked in a gasp and ripped my focus from the man at the bar. He might not have been staring, but I was. I’d also been sitting with a forkful of cake lifted halfway to my mouth. I stuffed it in, praying my blush wasn’t visible, but the heat radiating from my cheeks indicated God wasn’t listening.
A hard nudge on my arm caused me to drop the fork before I could return it to the table. It hit the china plate, which acted like a makeshift gong. Refusing to look and see if the man noticed, I glared at my dad.
He simply grinned. “Sorry, but seriously, introduce yourself. That man is smoking hot.”
My mother, sister, and I all groaned.
“Well, he is.”
Mom frowned at him. “Please don’t make a scene. There’s no need to ruin Lamont’s birthday.”
Heather gave an identical curl of the lip as our mother. “No need to ruin the china either. It’s ridiculous how much we have to spend on replacing broken dishes.”
Dad scoffed. “Oh please. I’m not ruining Lamont’s birthday. I’m just trying to help my youngest son find some happiness.” His voice lilted playfully. “Whether for the night or the rest of his life, who’s to say?” He made to stand up from the table. “I’m going to ask him if he’d like some cake.”
My hand darted out on its own accord, and Dad winced a little. I tried to lessen my grip, but not much. “Dad. Sit.”
He leaned toward me, lowering his voice to a whisper, at least more so. “But son, he’s gorgeous.”
“Please, Dad. Please.”
He looked back toward the bar, and knowing him, he’d make a break for it and drag me along.
Desperate times. I almost felt bad for what I was about to do. “Say, Lamont, did you tell Mom and Dad that you’re going to try writing a gay romance instead of—”
Lamont’s glare cut me off, but I’d already played my cards. Played them well, it seemed. Dad sank back into his chair and leaned toward my brother. “Really? I’ve only been begging you to do that for the last five years. Just because you don’t have a romance in real life doesn’t mean you can’t write one. That whole write what you know is for pansies.”
Lamont glowered at me a moment longer. “Really? On my birthday?”
I grimaced and then shrugged. “Do birthdays after forty really matter?”
He rolled his eyes and turned to Dad. “I’m not promising, Dad. I only mentioned it offhandedly to Andrew, which was stupid in retrospect.”
“Well, you should do it. The market is growing by…”
I let their voices fade to a hum in the background, trying to focus anywhere else—on the cake, the chipped china, the ornately carved wood of the Victorian bar. I zeroed in on the man’s green gaze again, or his zeroed in on mine.
Green. I was pretty sure they were green.
Though his eyes still promised pure sex, his expression had altered. A hint of a smile played at the corner of his lips. The first indication of anything other than heat and stone.
Oh dear God, how much of that had he heard? Definitely the fork drop, but maybe not my father commenting on how gorgeous he was. Repeatedly.
But what did it matter? He was gorgeous. And he knew it. Had to. No one looked like that and wasn’t aware of it. Unless they avoided mirrors, and this man definitely didn’t.
He had dark brown hair, thick and slicked back like a Ken doll. Chiseled movie star face, with a beard barely more than stubble over his defined jaw. A body that belonged to a linebacker, with muscles straining the threads of his designer suit.
The suit set him apart nearly as much as his looks. Nobody dressed so formally in Lavender Shores—unless attending a wedding or funeral. Hell, we were town royalty, basically, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d actually had to get dressed up.
I realized I was still staring.
He was too. The corners of his lips had curved into a full smile. There was nothing friendly about it. It was wicked, and it continued the promises his eyes made, except his smile took them a bit further. He was going to taste me. Lick me. Bite me. Devour me.
I looked away.
My God, what was wrong with me? I was surrounded by my parents, my brother, and my sister. And my erection was trying to rip through my pants—I might as well be splayed naked on the table and topped with Lamont’s stupid birthday cake. This was gross. Oh, so very, very gross.
I glanced up again.
He was talking to Seth, who was also gorgeous. Not as stunning as the man, but still. Not to mention that Seth wasn’t basically presenting himself to be fucked while surrounded by his family. Nope, that was just me.
Yeah, Seth would be a better option for Mr. Rich, Fancy, and Gorgeous. Much better.
Then Seth turned from the man and lifted a bottle of gin and a shaker. Right. Seth. Bartender. Part owner of the Blue Blossom Bed-and-Breakfast. Bartender. Not trying to steal my man. I turned away, and I wasn’t going to look back. Not my man. I was losing my damn mind.
I forced myself to fix my attention on the others. Even so, it took me several seconds before I actually started to listen and attempted to take part. Tried to forget the man at the bar.
Mom gave me a knowing look but didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. Her eyes could speak volumes too. You’re a Kelly. You’re a founding family. Act like it. She looked at Dad, who was still going on about Lamont’s novel, and then back at me. And don’t act like your father.
Got it, Mom.
Oh hey, look at that. Just like the perfect son, I managed not to look back at the bar. Hell, for all I knew, the bar had disappeared.
The bar might have, but the man hadn’t. I didn’t need to see him. I could feel his eyes on me. Practically feel his hands over my body as they slipped off my clothes. He was there, and I was still in danger of being eaten.
I didn’t look back. Not as we finished up the small cake. Not as we stood as one to leave the table—no need to pay when your sister was part owner of the place. Not as I hugged Heather goodbye and she wandered off into the kitchen. Not as we walked to the door. I was about to break that force of will as I started to step out into the night, but my father did it for me.
“Andrew, he’s still there. We’re all going our separate ways. You should go get a drink.”
“Robert, do shut up.” Mom took him firmly by the arm and led him out the door and down the steps as if he were a child. She glanced back. This time her gaze managed to apologize and reprimand all at the same time.
We all hugged goodbye in the parking lot. My folks got into their car and Lamont into his own. I followed suit. I started my car but waited for them to leave and then turned it off again, hoping Heather wouldn’t feel the need to take her boss duties too thoroughly tonight.

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Publication date: June 20, 2017

Cover Artist: AngstyG

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of The Palisade. While you wait its release on the 20th, feel free to explore all that Lavender Shores has to offer by visiting .  Don’t forget, The Palisade is on sale through release day!

Follow along with the rest of the blog tour for more information, excerpts, giveaways, and fun.

June 14—Boy Meets Boy
June 15—Love Bytes
June 17—Joyfully Jay
June 19—
June 20—RELEASE DAY!!!
June 21—My Fiction Nook

About the author

Rosalind Abel grew up tending chickens along side her sweet and faithful Chow, Lord Elgin. While her fantasy of writing novels was born during her teen years, she never would have dreamed she’d one day publish steamy romances about gorgeous men. However, sometimes life turns out better than planned.
In between crafting scorching sex scenes and helping her men find their soul mate, Rosalind enjoys cooking, collecting toys, and making the best damn scrapbooks in the world (this claim hasn’t been proven, but she’s willing to put good money on it).

She adores MM Romance and the power it has to sweep the reader away into worlds filled with passion, steam, and love. Rosalind also enjoys her collection of plot bunnies, and welcomes new fuzzy ones in her home all the time, so feel free to send any adorable ones her way.

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