Please welcome my dear friend and fellow KickAss Chick, Kyra Jacobs. She’s bringing with her HER UNECPECTED DETOUR – A Checkerberry Inn Novel hot off the presses. I know I can’t wait to dive into this one!

Her Unexpected Detour – a Checkerberry Inn novel
By Kyra Jacobs
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Entangled Bliss (September 14, 2015)
Length: 258 pages

What’s it all about?!!!
Sometimes it’s not the destination, but the detour…

Kayla has the perfect strategy for a broken heart: work, work, and more work. Then a storm sends her car skidding off the road, stranding her in Mount Pleasant. Fortunately, rescue comes in the form of the incredibly handsome but gruff Brent Masterson. And he’s hot enough to tempt Kayla into doing something she never thought she could do…

Brent Masterson swore he would never give into the fierce attraction that’s been sizzling between him and Kayla since they first met. He has his own demons, and he won’t risk his heart again. Not even for someone as gorgeous and amazing as Kayla. So…how exactly did he end up in Kayla’s bed last night?

But sometimes all it takes is an ice storm to show two broken hearts the way home…

Who’s talking about Her Unexpected Detour:

“An enjoyable, feel-good read with memorable characters who linger in your heart and mind.”
–Shirley Jump, New York Times bestselling author

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Author Bio:

Kyra Jacobs is an extroverted introvert who writes of love, humor and mystery in the Midwest and beyond. When this Hoosier native isn’t pounding out scenes for her next book, she’s likely outside, elbow-deep in snapdragons or spending quality time with her sports-loving family. Kyra also loves to read, tries to golf, and is an avid college football fan. Be sure to stop by her website www.KyraJacobs.wordpress.com to learn more about her novels and ways connect with her on social media.

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Here’s a little bit of Her Unexpected Detour

Still no sign of her. Relief washed over Brent. A few more steps and he’d be past her room. Once he made it to the Blueberry Suite, he could close the door and lose himself in his work. If he were lucky, the tow truck would be here and long gone with her before he finished.
And that would be the only way he’d get lucky today. Judging by her skittish behavior in the car, no way would Kayla let him get close to her again. Which was for the best, he told himself. Repeatedly.
Two steps past the landing, the bag of rollers and brushes he’d wedged under one arm decided to go Kamikaze. With a curse, he stooped to set down his paint cans, then scrambled to retrieve the AWOL items.
One roller cover. Two. Damn, where was the third? He scanned the landing, then crouched down to check under the nearest furniture.
“Looking for something?”
Brent’s head jerked up at the sound and slammed into the edge of an end table. He bit back a stream of profanity and waited for the stars to disappear from his vision. As they did, he froze.
He’d been right to want to hurry past Kayla’s room. She stood before him now, barefoot and nearly irresistible in a white, oversized bathrobe. Adorable and tantalizing all at the same time. How was that even possible?
“Uh, yeah.” He cleared his throat and shifted his gaze back to the floor. “Rogue paint roller. I’m sure it’s around here somewhere.”
“You mean this?”
He shouldn’t have looked. Should have kept his eyes fixed on the floor before him. But, hey, he was male and had a pulse. So his traitorous gaze flashed to her as she bent down to grasp the roller cover at her feet. The top of her robe gaped at the movement, providing him another accidental peek at her cleavage, still rosy pink from her shower.
She gripped the base of the tube, stood, and brought it to him. “Here you go.”
“Thanks.”
He collected the rest of his supplies and headed for the hall without another word. The less interaction he had with Kayla, the less tempted he’d be to get to know her. He’d given up long ago on dating or allowing himself to care about anyone outside their family, and now was definitely not the time to go changing that. The tow truck would be here soon enough, and then she’d be gone.
Because that’s what the women in his life always did.
They left.