SPECIAL GUEST ~ Sarah Hegger author of Nobody’s Fool ~ GIVEAWAY

21 Aug

Please help  me welcome a special guest to the blog today! Sarah Hegger is visiting and talking romance heroines. She’s also giving us a peek into her latest release Nobody’s Fool by sharing a blurb and excerpt. I think you’ll enjoy getting to know more about today’s guest author and her latest release.

Don’t forget to click on the link that will take you to Sarah’s wonderful giveaway too!

Take it away Sarah…


I was having drinks with a writer friend recently (yes, Veronica Forand, I’m talking about you) and she was talking about my books—one of my favorite subjects. She was saying she was looking forward to reading Nobody’s Fool and getting to know another of my frustrating female characters


Pretty much my reaction, too. Veronica went on to explain that she’ll be reading along, guessing the direction of the story and then I’ll go and break trope and take my lady in an entirely different direction.

Oh, and she said she loved that about my books.

So, feeling appeased I gave it some thought. And I suppose I do. It’s certainly never been deliberate on my part, but I really like the grey areas in life. I think we all operate somewhere in those murky depths between black and white, good and bad, honest and dishonest. It’s what makes us human, and it’s what makes a character interesting to write about, and read about. The books I love to read also wallow around in the grey, messy bits of experience.  A great villain is never 100% evil. Think of Stephen King’s great character, Annie Wilks, from Misery. As crazy as she is, she does a little tugging on the sympathy strings. Wonderful heroes are often a bit flawed and we love them all the more for it. Who didn’t totally crush on Hans Solo, or perhaps I’m dating myself here. Let’s bring this into this decade and think of Star-Lord (Peter Quill) in Guardians of the Galaxy.

We’re all a collection of our experiences, and characters are just the same. Holly, in Nobody’s Fool, is a woman who has taken on responsibility for her siblings. She’s caught between responsibility and wanting to cut lose and live her life her way. And it’s not easy, because her responsibilities are heavier than most and very real. Really bad stuff will happen if Holly walks away from them. At the same time, she deserves to be happy and live her life on her terms. Then, I made it a bit more difficult for her by throwing in a huge chunk of temptation in the form of delicious Josh Hunter.

So, how is Holly going to resolve all this and find her happily-ever-after? Well, I can’t tell you that without spoiling the book. But I will tell you (are you listening, Veronica?) that she’ll take a few twists and turns along the way.


What qualities do you like best in your romance heroines? Leave me a comment and let me know.



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Willow Park #2
Sarah Hegger
Released August 25th, 2015
Kensington Books : Zebra


In Sarah Hegger’s latest Willow Park Romance, long-held crushes and past frenemies reunite–and wonder if there’s ever a second chance to make a good first impression. .

Holly Partridge had no plans to return to Willow Park, Illinois, until her troubled younger sister Portia fled her home and aimed herself straight at Holly’s high school nemesis–too-gorgeous-to-be-true Josh Hunter. Riding a manic bipolar high, Portia’s only a danger to herself, but Holly needs to find her before she crashes. That means asking Josh for help.

The ultimate love ’em and leave ’em lothario, Josh was never good for anything but a broken heart. But now he’s lending a hand when Holly needs it most–and revealing surprising generosity and compassion. Has Josh shed his bad boy ways? Or is Holly suddenly grown up enough to acknowledge her own mistakes? Trusting Josh could be a disaster–or the first step in banishing the past to make way for a future happier than Holly ever imagined. .


Josh ducked out of the rain beneath the overhang outside the bar.

Holly made a pathetic sight. She’d lost her pencils in the downpour and her hair clung like rattails to her face and back. She stood with her head bent and her shoulders slumped, water pooling in the bottom of her jeans and splashing over her Converse sneakers. The rain had plastered her clothes to her body.

Time to get very wet. He snagged a complimentary Scants umbrella and prepared to best his dragon. Despise him now, did she?

“Hi again.” Josh almost took a self-preserving step backwards as the blast from her eyes broadsided him. He held the umbrella over both their heads.

“Ah, perfect.” She threw her hands up. “This is all I need right now. Why did I think it couldn’t get any worse?”

Josh inched the umbrella over her head. Rain streamed down his neck and under the collar of his shirt. In seconds he was as wet as she was. “Is something wrong?”

“What do you think?”

Her body thrummed with tension, her hands clenched by her sides. He got the feeling this was about more than the rain.

“I wouldn’t bother.” She snarled at the hot pink canopy above her soaking head. “Keep it for yourself. That pretty shirt of yours must have cost more than my car is worth.”

She was probably right, but this wasn’t the time to say so. “Where’s your car?”

“Not here.”

“Okay.” She was right about the umbrella. The rain bounced off the canopy and streamed over the edge and down his head. “Should we—?”

“My car is not here because it’s missing.” Her face grew flushed as the volume rose. Anger emanated off her in waves.

“Is it—?”

“Because some miserable, fuckwit, son of a bitch, asswipe, bastard, pissant, dickhead, wanker, prat, git stole it. They stole my car.”

And thar she blows!

Not good. Her car had been stolen. It explained the standing in the rain.

She went quite red in the face. “They stole my car.” The level of rage reminded him of his mother trying to get her three six-foot plus sons to do her bidding.

Josh was impressed and a bit scared for his life. Holly got mad good and proper, and her swearing was near legendary. He wasn’t sure what a wanker, a prat, or a git were, but they couldn’t be good.

Ah, dammit! Her nipples pressed against the nearly transparent fabric of her shirt. Her voluminous diatribe floated over his head.

He needed to focus on the problem.

“Are you looking at my breasts?”

“Um…” There wasn’t much he could say as he had—totally against his will, of course—been ogling the cinnamon-tinted peaks of her nipples.  “Are you sure?”

“You are such a dog.” Her eyes disappeared into narrow lines of death.

“Are you sure your car was stolen?”

“I’m standing here without clothes, money, a passport, and a bloody car and you’re getting your ya-ya’s out. Weren’t those girls in there enough for you?”

The Bambi/Barbie/Bubbles thing swung back to haunt him. “About that—”

“I don’t care.” She stormed to beat the crap out of the weather. “They stole my car and everything in it.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. Words failed him. The situation sucked, no two ways about it.

“Did you call the police?”

“Of course I called the bloody police.” She waved her hands around as punctuation.

Josh kept a sharp eye on her hand punching through the air. “What—?”

“Did you think I was standing out here waiting for the car to magically reappear? Or perhaps you thought I was waiting for a big strong man to come and tell me what to do?”

Actually, she’d hit perilously close to the truth. He’d been about to offer his manly arm for her rescue. “You’re getting wet.”

“You don’t say?” She glared up at the umbrella.

He kept the umbrella right where it was. There had to be something he could say to make this seem a little less dire. But nothing came to him. His eyes burned to drop down and get another look. Do not look at her breasts again. Do not look at her breasts again. Do not—

“Would you like to wait where it’s dry?” Inspiration, when it struck, was dizzying.

“Where?” Her eyes narrowed. Her freckles stood out against her skin in a way that was totally adorable, and she’d probably eviscerate him for even thinking it.

He pointed across the street. “My condo is over there.”

“I know that.”

“You do?”

She ground her teeth and gave a long-suffering sigh. “Yes. I went there first and your doorman told me where to find you.”

“Philip told you where to find me?” Philip needed to be a little less free with the information. Not really the issue right now.

“Yes.” Her chin stuck out in open challenge.

He’d ask Philip later and have a much better chance of surviving the encounter. Also lessen the risk of imminent drowning.

“You can see the street from my window.” Josh motioned to a wide picture window on the top floor. “You’ll be able to see when the police get here.”

“Of course you have the penthouse.” She scoffed and threw her hands up again. “Tell me, Joshua Hunter, in your charmed existence, has anyone ever had the temerity to steal your car?”

“Er … no.” She made it sound like a bad thing.

“Typical. Sodding typical.”

“Someone once stole my iPhone,” he offered by way of consolation.

She snorted and crossed her arms over her lovely breasts.

The rain subsided to a steady torrent. The cuffs of his pants were wet. He must be as prissy as his younger brother said because the pants were D&G this season, and he liked them. “The condo.” Getting out of this rain would be a good move. “Would you like to wait there for the police?”

“I have to find Portia.” Her lips tightened into a straight line. “I don’t have time for this. I have to find her.”

Her eyes gleamed fever bright, and Josh had the horrible feeling she held back the tears by sheer force of will. “She could be anywhere and she isn’t—I have to find her.”

“But first you need to speak to the police and they’re on their way.” His gut screamed at him. There was a story here. “Did you say your money and your passport were in the car?”

Her shoulders drooped and she heaved a huge sigh. “And my clothes.”

Not good. “Okay, first things first, let’s get out of this rain.”

“I’m not going to your lair.”

His damsel refused to be rescued. Not really surprising.

“What about the foyer?” He mentally congratulated himself for his quick two-step shuffle. “You can wait in the lobby until the police arrive.”


“And then we can talk about what else we can do to get you out of this mess.”

“Don’t patronize me.” She sloshed after him to his building.

“I’m not patronizing you. Now, be a good girl and come along.”



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Born British and raised in South Africa, Sarah Hegger suffers from an incurable case of wanderlust. Her match? A hot Canadian engineer, whose marriage proposal she accepted six short weeks after they first met. Together they’ve made homes in seven different cities across three different continents (and back again once or twice). If only it made her multilingual, but the best she can manage is idiosyncratic English, fluent Afrikaans, conversant Russian, pigeon Portuguese, even worse Zulu and enough French to get herself into trouble.

Mimicking her globe trotting adventures, Sarah’s career path began as a gainfully employed actress, drifted into public relations, settled a moment in advertising, and eventually took root in the fertile soil of her first love, writing. She also moonlights as a wife and mother.She currently lives in Draper, Utah, with her teenage daughters, two Golden Retrievers and aforementioned husband. Part footloose buccaneer, part quixotic observer of life, Sarah’s restless heart is most content when reading or writing books.

She loves to hear from readers and you can find her at any of the places below.


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6 responses to “SPECIAL GUEST ~ Sarah Hegger author of Nobody’s Fool ~ GIVEAWAY

  1. ChristineWarner

    August 21, 2015 at 8:53 am

    Thank you for guesting on the blog Sarah! I adore your book cover and am so happy that I got to know you a little better. Best of luck with your book!!!

    • sarahhegger

      August 21, 2015 at 1:16 pm

      Thanks Christine, and for hosting me.

  2. Tasty Book Tours

    August 21, 2015 at 10:53 am

    Thank you so much for hosting Sarah today!

  3. Collette Cameron

    August 21, 2015 at 1:36 pm

    One of my all-time favorite authors!!

  4. Joye

    August 23, 2015 at 2:29 pm

    I am always looking for new authors to read. You write the kinds of books I enjoy reading.

  5. Michelle D

    August 24, 2015 at 2:45 pm

    Quality I look for most in a heroine? Balls, gotta have or in the course of the story develop balls. This sounds like a story that will make my re-read list.


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