Release blitz: Seth & Casey by RJ Scott

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Length: 26,000 words

Cover Design: Meredith Russell

Blurb

Seth Wild is a firefighter who has lost everything. Nearly dying in a fire, he is scared and angry and chases away the only good thing in his lifeóschool teacher Casey McGuire.

When a sudden and violent snow storm hits their town he receives a message Casey and ten kids are trapped in an education centre center with no way out. There is no one else who can help, heís the last fire fighter in town with his bum leg and his icy heart.

He doesnít hesitate. He always promised he would be Caseyís hero, but will he ever again be Caseyís love?

Excerpt

ìÖNew York's LaGuardia and JFK International airports officially closed on Thursday afternoon due to the storm, according to the FAA. Both airports had been open earlier despite significant flight cancellations. LaGuardia resumed operations around 7 p.m. ET, while JFK said it planned to reopen sometime during the course of the night.î

Casey McGuire rinsed the last of the mugs and placed it on the drainer with the rest. For some reason, it was always mugs they ran out of in this house. Seth had this idea that the dishwasher ate them but Casey was convinced that they just needed a system to make sure they brought all the mugs back to the kitchen when they were done. Last week heíd found a mug in the bathroom, inside the cabinet, full of cold coffee.

Seth had sworn it wasnít him, but Casey knew it had been.

He didnít make a fuss. After all, what was one full coffee mug teetering on the edge of a glass shelf? In the grand scheme of things, it meant nothing.

The TV droned on behind him as he took a dishcloth and wiped the first of the mugs.

ìÖstates from South Carolina to Maine are under a winter storm warning and the governors of Georgia, North Carolina, Virginia, New Jersey and New York have declared states of emergency. Forecasters say the northeast states can expect hurricane-force wind gusts and blinding snowÖî

The news channels had been warning about this storm for a week, a huge dump of snow that would cripple the eastern seaboard, but that as yet hadnít caused much concern here in Vermont. Casey glanced out of the window at the yard and wished for more snow. That way maybe Seth wouldnít be able to leave the house, and possibly the two of them could have a rational conversation that didnít end with Seth leaving and Casey wondering where the hell he was going wrong.

ìÖthe situation is ìuglyî and ìdangerous,î and people should stay indoorsÖî

Last night, all Casey had said was that Seth shouldnít forget about his appointment next morning. Seth left the house, clambering back into bed at some ungodly hour, reeking of beer or worse. In his sleep, Seth tried to pull Casey close, but Casey had deliberately scooted up and away, and left his husband in the bed.

Today, at ten, Seth had exploded, accusing Casey of meddling in things he didnít understand, telling Casey he was fine and didnít need a shrink.

Yet another night when one of them ended up on the couch.

ìHey.î

Casey stiffened at Sethís soft, gravelly voice. His chest was tight, he didnít want to argue. He wanted Seth to admit there was a problem, because he couldnít handle it anymore. Six months of this had taken its toll. Maybe if Seth had seen the specialists when he shouldíve, maybe if heíd seen a counselor, then Casey would see he was trying.

Seth was in denial, and it was destroying their marriage.

He didnít turn to face Seth; heíd made a decision in the early morning, packed a bag with what he could get without waking Seth, and decided they needed space. If Seth had space he might face up to himself instead of taking it out on Casey.

Seth slid his hands around Caseyís waist, resting his chin on Caseyís shoulder and sighed. Heíd brushed his teeth so the only scent was peppermint, which at least was a step up from yesterday when heíd attempted a clumsy kiss with beer still on his breath.

ìIím sorry,î he murmured near Caseyís ear.

Casey could turn now, accept the apology, even offer one of his own for pushing Seth, and everything would be normal for a while. Seth could go back to pretending he was okay, and Casey could go back to walking on eggshells and avoiding conflict.

But what kind of a marriage was that?

What kind of a man did that make Casey?

ìI know you are,î he said. Then he tensed because that wasnít the answer Seth wanted, and Casey knew what would happen next. Seth would go straight onto defensive mode, give some bullshit about how he was a firefighter and didnít need a counselor.

Meanwhile, Seth not accepting any of what he needed was tearing their marriage apart. Casey had been careful with him for a long time, after all, Seth had nearly died. But when months had passed and he was still refusing to listen to reason, that was when Casey realized heíd been wrong in accepting Sethís view on what kind of healing he needed.

ìI think we need some time apart,î Casey said, and placed the dried mug onto the counter. He eased away from Sethís hold and moved to the other side of the kitchen table. Somehow, having it between them gave Casey the strength to do what heíd decided was the right thing. Seth had this way of holding him, with a near desperation that never failed to have Casey crumbling.

Seth didnít answer at first. Casey stopped himself from repeating the words and hoped that Seth was just thinking. The only noise in the kitchen was the news, focusing on Greyhound buses and the routes being cancelled.

ìWhy?î

RJís goal is to write stories with a heart of romance, a troubled road to reach happiness, and most importantly, that hint of a happily ever after.

RJ Scott is the bestselling author of over one hundred romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isnít with family either reading or writing.

The last time she had a weekís break from writing she didnít like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldnít defeat. 

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