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THE WORST BAD THING COVER REVEAL!!


HELLO FRIENDS, I AM THRILLED TO BE REVEALING THE BEAUTIFUL COVER OF THE WORST BAD THING, by J.E. BIRK; OUT MARCH 23rd! I HAVE A COVER REVEAL POST FROM THE AUTHOR, THE COVER, BLURB, AN EXCERPT, AUTHOR BIO, AND THE PRE-ORDER LINKS, SO LET'S GET STARTED:

HERE IS A SHORT POST FROM J.E. ABOUT HER COVER:


I’m J.E. Birk, and I’m thrilled to officially reveal the cover for my upcoming book, The Worst Bad Thing, here at Bike Book Reviews. When I heard Catt Ford was going to be designing this cover, I knew it was going to be fantastic…and it lived up to every expectation I had. The cover perfectly captures the spirit of this story and these characters. I can’t wait for everyone to finally meet Tate and Gabriel on March 23rd!


ISN'T IT BEAUTIFUL!! WAIT TILL YOU READ THE BOOK! GAHHH, I CAN'T WAIT FOR RELEASE DAY TO TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT! HERE IS THE BLURB!

The Worst Bad Thing
By J.E. Birk
Iceland, Stonehenge, London, Paris….
To the casual observer, it looks like a dream trip. For Tate O’Reilly, it’s anything but. He’s a man on a mission to rectify a critical mistake, and there’s nothing to hold him back—certainly not friends or family. For Tate, it all comes down to one simple thing—he must fix what he has broken.
What he doesn’t count on is meeting Gabriel Carillo. Gabriel is kind, mysterious, and seems to be on his own mission to ensure their paths keep crossing. But Tate’s hiding an awfully big secret—one he’s certain even Gabriel can’t forgive.
Does a man’s past have to determine his future? In the middle of cities filled with history, Tate is going to find out.
YES, THIS BOOK IS AS AMAZING AS IT SOUNDS! HERE IS THE PRE-ORDER LINK, TRUST ME, YOU WANT TO GRAB IT NOW!
NOW HOW ABOUT AN EXCERPT?
“Jet lag?” The man next to me smiles, and one corner of his mouth turns up slightly. He’s what my ex-friend Davis would have called categorically gorgeous, with dark hair, a long muscular build, and hazel eyes that seem almost at odds with his deep brown complexion.
Davis would begin flirting right away, dropping in as many small chuckles and sparkling expressions as he could, while trying to ascertain which team Mr. Gorgeous plays for. But I haven’t been in the game for quite some time, and I don’t cheer for either side anymore. So I answer him as simply as I can. “Yeah. Just flew here from Denver.”
“Huh,” he says, tilting his head slightly so he’s looking at me more directly. “I was on that flight too. I didn’t see you.”
I shrug. “Packed flight. I didn’t realize Icelander Airlines was getting to be such a popular airline.” Truthfully I wasn’t surprised. The airfare they offered for a flight to London, with a stopover in Reykjavik along the way, was excessively cheap, especially compared to other airlines. And apparently I wasn’t the only person to jump on that deal.
My seatmate nods. “Price is right. And who doesn’t love a day’s stopover at the Blue Lagoon?” He holds out a hand to me. “I’m Gabriel.”
I hesitate. These days, introducing myself to anyone from the Denver area is a bit of a crapshoot. People watch the news, and anyone might recognize me at any moment. But sharing my middle name is safe most of the time. “Tate,” I tell him. “It’s nice to meet you. Are you in Iceland long?”
He shakes his head. “Just stopping over on my way to London. The Blue Lagoon is one of my favorite places in the world, so I never miss a chance to visit when I can.” His voice is thick and sweet, like the really good hot chocolate you get in specialty stores. For a moment I wish I could pull off some of Davis’s moves. But I can’t even muster the energy to remember how I used to play those games.
So instead I just say, “I’m heading to London too. For a little over a week. Then Paris.”
“Sweet. One of my favorite tour packages. Have you done those two cities before?” he asks.
“No. I haven’t even crossed the international dateline since I was in junior high. This is all a little new for me,” I tell him.
“That’s exciting, then. Why London and Paris? Do you know people in either city?”
I refrain from explaining that I don’t know anyone anywhere these days. “No. I just heard Thanksgiving is a good time to travel in Europe— fewer American tourists around. And I’ve always wanted to see London and Paris.”
The bus curves through the dark as hints of pink and orange begin to peek above the horizon. “I can’t imagine what it would be like to only have a few hours of daylight,” I murmur to myself.
Gabriel nods. “Seems strange, doesn’t it? But it’s like anything else, really. You get used to where you live. It doesn’t get used to you.”

LIKE IS SAID GUYS, CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU TO READ THIS! HERE IS A BIO ON J.E BIRK, LOOK HER UP WITH THOSE LINKS :)!
J.E. Birk has been telling stories since she could talk and writing them since she was introduced to the alphabet. She hails from Colorado, where you can usually find her skiing, training for a 5K she won’t end up running, or watching grown men run into each other on football fields and in hockey rinks. You can follow her ramblings on Twitter by looking for @jebirkwrites. She’s also been known to ramble on Facebook as J Elisabeth Birk.
THANKS SO MUCH FOR JOINING ME FOR THIS COVER REVEAL! I WILL SEE YOU BACK ON MARCH 23rd FOR MY RELEASE DAY REVIEW! HAVE A GREAT ONE FRIENDS!