Blog Tour + Giveaway: TRIP (REMEMBER WHEN) by T. TORREST

March 17, 2018

Synopsis:

Calling all 80s girls!

Layla Warren first introduced us to Trip Wilmington in REMEMBER WHEN…
Now read his side of the story!

Trip Wiley wasn’t always a Hollywood movie star.
In fact, he wasn’t always Trip Wiley.
Back in 1990, he was better known as Trip Wilmington, the new kid in town.
New place, new school… same old story.
No big deal. It’s not like this is the first time he’s been forced to start over.
But seventeen years of city living hasn’t prepared him for life in the suburbs…
or for Layla Warren.
Layla is smart, funny, beautiful… the kind of girl every guy dreams about.
Trip should know.
He’s been falling for her since the first minute he saw her.
And his life hasn’t been the same since.

Prepare to travel back to your teen years… That time in your life before the real world kicked in, that limbo between adolescence and adulthood, that trial of hanging onto the past while figuring out where the future will lie.

With heart-shredding romance, steamy love scenes, and hilarious 80s references, readers of all ages will find themselves falling in love with TRIP all over again.

***Author’s note: This is no copy/paste job. This is a brand new story that fills in the blanks during Trip and Layla’s separation while still bringing all the magic moments of the two of them together.

It is highly recommended–but not required–that you read Remember When prior to reading TRIP.

READ WHEN YOU’RE IN THE MOOD FOR: nostalgic, steamy, angsty, sweet, funny

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My Review:

So sweet!! I am a huge fan of the Remember When series and if you haven’t read it yet, I HIGHLY recommend it. Second-chance romance doesn’t get any better than Trip and Layla’s story. I was so excited to read Trip’s version of when he first met Layla.

This is a fun, sexy and nostalgic story and adds so much to the whole series! Many times an alternative POV is just a re-telling of the same story but this book gives us a whole new perspective on Trip and Layla’s relationship.

And the ending!! OMG!! Even though I knew what was going to happen, it was still so full of emotion!! Trip is a funny, emotional and completely fulfilling romance that checked all the boxes for me. I absolutely ADORE Trip and Layla and they are one of my favorite fictional couples. You can start this series for free right now and I highly recommend that you do!!

“Don’t ever ask me to stop loving you, because I can’t. don’t ever think I’ll be able to forget you, because I won’t.”

And now for the fun…… we are having a scavenger hunt, and you can read the first three chapters of TRIP! You will need to visit each blog in order to get the whole story.

Start here: http://bit.ly/2ttRKR3 You’ll end up back here for Excerpt #22!

Excerpt:

Summer Hair came back into the room and avoided looking at me. Well, she was avoiding looking at everyone, so I guess I shouldn’t have been so put off. But seriously? She seemed to be the only girl in the entire school who didn’t have any interest in gawking at me twenty-four-seven. The irony being that she was the only one whose attentions I would have welcomed.
Enough of this bullshit.
I poked her shoulder with all intentions of introducing myself properly, but she turned around with a wiseass smirk on her face and asked in a near-whisper, “What is it, New Kid?”
What the hell? This chick was a piece of work. I couldn’t contain my grin as I asked, “You okay?”
Her brows furrowed in confusion before she responded, “Oh. The coughing. Yeah, I’m fine. Are you okay?”
It was my turn to look confused. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
She took a peek over her shoulder to make sure the teacher was still at the board. “Mason making you get up there and introducing yourself to the class.”
Oh. I gave a shrug like it was no big deal.
“It didn’t bother you?”
She had this great expressive face whenever she was talking. Like her lips had a personality all their own. They scrunched and pouted and—combined with her incredible eyes—fully animated her beautiful face.
Simply gorgeous.
I leaned back in my chair and tapped a pencil across my notebook. “Nah. Not the first time I’ve been forced to do that. Third time today, actually.”
Her lips pursed in a sympathetic smile just as the teacher turned from the blackboard. “Layla! Eyes up front, please.”
Layla’s eyes went wide before she twisted around in her seat. Either there were a bunch of girls in this school with her same name, or this was the friend Lisa and Cooper were talking about at lunch. I was banking on the latter.
My lip curled as I teased, “So you’re the infamous Layla… Nice.”

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Review and Excerpt: DOWN THE SHORE by T. TORREST

April 27, 2015

T. Torrest
Down the Shore
4/21/2015

Blurb:

Livia Chadwick is a photographer by day and a self-proclaimed rock slut by night.

Her dating life is a lackluster parade of evasive jerks and her boss is an unrelenting nightmare of a human being. What else can a girl do but rent a beach house with her girlfriends and blow off a little steam every weekend? But hey, she’s from Jersey. Barhopping down the shore all season is sort of mandatory. All is going according to plan… until she meets Jack.

Jack Tanner is a contractor-turned-musician in a small-town cover band suddenly thrust into the limelight. He’s already had enough of the rock-and-roll lifestyle, and groupies have never been his thing. Then again… there’s a gorgeous brunette in the audience tonight, checking him out with the most incredible green eyes he’s ever seen.

She’s looking for a fling.
He’s looking for forever.

It’s gonna be one helluva summer.

Set in the summer of 1995, Down the Shore takes the reader on a tour through some of the Jersey shore’s hottest hot spots over one, sleepless, flannel-clad summer. It’s a look back to a time when the music was groundbreaking, the rock clubs were king, and bar bands ruled the world. Read when you’re in the mood for: something light, funny, romantic, beachy, and nostalgic. For ages 18+.

***Not recommended for anyone under the age of 18, and/or any readers who are slut-shamers, guido sympathizers, beach haters or anti-music. Other people who should walk away from this book immediately: Readers who have sticks up their butts regarding offensive language, those who don’t like detailed sex in their stories, idiots who think “Jersey Shore” has anything to do with actual New Jerseyans, and anyone who can’t appreciate pop-culture from the mother-effing nineties.***

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Review:

The Remember When series by T Torrest is one of my favorite series and this book is loosely connected to those books. I would gladly read anything that T Torrest writes and devoured Down the Shore in one sitting.

Livia is a refreshing heroine – she loves ’em and leaves ’em and is not at all interested in settling down or committing to a serious relationship. She spends her summer nights going to local bars and listening to bands with her friends, having flings with hot musicians and partying on the weekends.

Just to be clear: If the band sucks…we don’t.

Jack is a local musician by night and contractor by day. He’s sexy and irresistible and is actually looking for a lasting relationship. Livia is wildly attracted to him and is somewhat confused by his attitude but agrees to play along with his way of doing things. What follows next is a light, funny, sexy, fast-paced book that is unexpected and filled with great banter and a nostalgic look back at the 90’s.

Livia has her reasons for not getting involved with musicians, which made her actions believable. She is a very likable heroine and I loved the the fact that she was the one looking for a one-night stand. Jack isn’t like most rock star characters, and I fell in love with him from the very beginning. The chemistry between these two is fantastic and the supporting characters are hilarious. There are tons of funny one-liners in this book and the author perfectly captured the feelings of nostalgia, friendship and falling in love.

The ending felt a little rushed for me but did not detract from my overall enjoyment of this book and my love for this author! Pick this one up when you are looking for a funny, warm, sexy and fast-paced rock-star book that’s packed with tons of pop-culture references and loads of nostalgia.

(ARC provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.)

Excerpt:

Jack’s lips purse together, as if he’s literally trying to bite his tongue. Instead, his eyelids lower to half-mast as he says, “You’re not so tough, you know. You try to put up this big front, but your act is pretty transparent.”

I put a hand to my hip. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? I’m not putting on an act.”

“Sure you are. This whole groupie thing you’ve got going on. I’m not buying it.”

“I wasn’t trying to sell it.”

At that, he cracks a small smile, and it makes me feel more vulnerable than had I been standing there completely naked. You know, kind of like how he almost is.

The thing is, I almost don’t mind being called out by him, since most guys don’t bother to scratch beyond the surface. It’s flattering to think that Jack is intrigued enough to try. Because honestly? I was full of it when I said I wasn’t acting. I’m sort of impressed that he was able to figure me out so soon. Hell. I haven’t even figured me out yet.

Twenty-something is hard. Trying to discover who you are and who you’re going to be. Some people figure it out early, have it all together. And some people go a little off the deep end and wind up with multiple sex partners, trying to shut out the crushing trauma of trying to find their place in the world.

That’s why his assessment isn’t necessarily a relief. No one likes having their walls torn down, having their shitty reality thrown in their face. I’m sure the unease is playing out on my face as I bite my lip during our awkward silence.

Right now, all I want is to make my escape. “I should bring these down to Monty. He’s going to wonder what’s taking me so long.”

He gives me a long, hard look at that, his lip curling into a dangerous smirk.

“He can wait. I can’t.”

Before I know it, I’m dropping the pans to the floor as he backs me against the wall, his lips crashing down on mine. I want to shove him away, but hot damn. He’s fucking way too good at making me fall to pieces. I kiss him back, because really, what the hell else can I be expected to do?

I smooth my hands up his torso, feeling the muscles of his chest jumping under my palms. I slip my fingers into his hair and part my lips against his, sweeping my tongue inside, his cool, minty taste invading my senses. His insistent lips slant across my own as his hands pull me closer against his length. Despite my wishes to the contrary, my heart starts beating out of my goddamned chest. It triples in pace when I realize Jack’s is racing, too.

He pulls back to take a much needed breath, shooting those mysterious gray eyes into mine. He runs a finger across my bottom lip, lightly brushing it back and forth. “Your mouth,” his aching voice scratches out. “I could lose myself against these lips.”

My brain tumbles over itself as he comes back in for another kiss, wondering if this means he’s changed his mind about letting me do all sorts of crazy stuff to his peen.

Because I totally will.

Just as soon as he lets me.

About T. Torrest:

T. Torrest is a New Adult fiction writer from the U.S. She has written many books, but prays that only a handful of them will ever see the light of day. Her stories are geared toward readers of any age that know how to enjoy a good laugh and a dreamy romance.

Ms. Torrest was a child of the eighties, but has since traded in her Rubik’s cube for a laptop and her Catholic school uniform for a comfy pair of yoga pants. She likes pina coladas and getting caught in the rain. She’s not much into health food, but she does enjoy talking about herself in the third person.

A lifelong Jersey girl, she currently resides there with her husband and two sons.

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Remember Trilogy by T. Torrest – Audio Tour and Giveaway

May 28, 2014

Remember When
by T. Torrest
Remember Trilogy #1
Publication Date: January 1, 2013
8 hrs and 10 mins

Narrated by: Allyson Ryan

Genres: Contemporary,Fiction, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult
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Synopsis: Years before Trip Wiley could be seen on movie screens all over the world, he could be seen sitting in the desk behind me in my high school English class.

This was back in 1990, and I cite the year only to avoid dumbfounding you when references to big hair or stretch pants are mentioned. Although, come to think of it, I am from New Jersey, which may serve as explanation enough. We were teenagers then, way back in a time before anyone could even dream he’d turn into the Hollywood commodity that he is today.

In case you live under a rock and don’t know who Trip Wiley is, just know that these days, he’s the actor found at the top of every casting director’s wish list. He’s incredibly talented and insanely gorgeous, the combination of which has made him very rich, very famous and very desirable.

And not just to casting directors, either.

I can’t confirm any of the gossip from his early years out in Tinseltown, but based on what I knew of his life before he was famous, I can tell you that the idea of Girls-Throwing-Themselves-At-Trip is not a new concept.

I should know. I was one of them.

And my life hasn’t been the same since.

EXCERPT from Remember When (Remember Trilogy #3)

Trip gauged the expression on my face, and it made a wide grin split his features. He took my hand as the hostess led us through the dining room, but when she started to put the menus down at a booth near the stage, Trip whispered something to her I couldn’t hear as he slipped a bill in her hand. She changed direction and led us to a private table in a darkened corner instead.
Once we were alone, I said, “Hey. Henry Hill. How come we didn’t come in through the kitchen?”
He got my Goodfellas reference and started to chuckle. “What am I, a clown? Do I amuse you?”
Before I could tell him what a funny guy he was, he said, “I’ve learned it’s best to tip beforehand. You get better service that way.”
“Fair enough, Mr. Wiley.”
He looked at me then, frozen in the act of placing his napkin across his lap. “You know, you’ve only called me that once before.”
I took a sip of my water. “What? Mr. Wiley?”
“Yeah. During our interview. You said that exact same thing to me. You never… You never call me by that name.”
“Because it’s not your name.”
“Yeah. But even people who knew me growing up can accept that I changed it.”
“Not legally, though, right?”
He leaned back in his seat and shot me a sham dirty look. “No. Not legally. What’s your point?”
“That it’s just… all for show. Trip Wiley is all just smoke and mirrors. TripWilmington’s the guy I fell in love with.”
I’d never seen him smile quite so big.

About the Author: T. Torrest is a New Adult fiction writer from the U.S. She has written many books, but prays that only a handful of them will ever see the light of day. Her stories are geared toward readers of any age that know how to enjoy a good laugh and a dreamy romance.

A lifelong Jersey girl, she currently resides there with her husband and two sons.

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COVER REVEAL: DOWN THE SHORE by T. TORREST

May 6, 2014

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Down the Shore!

Down the Shore by T. Torrest
New Adult Romantic Comedy
To be self-published in Summer 2014
Cover designed by Hang Le @ By Hang Le

LIVIA CHADWICK is a photographer by day and a self-proclaimed rock slut by night.
Her dating life is a lackluster parade of evasive jerks and her boss is an unrelenting nightmare of a human being.
What else can a girl do but rent a beach house with her girlfriends and blow off a little steam every weekend?
But hey, she’s from Jersey. Barhopping down the shore all season is sort of mandatory.
All is going according to plan… until she meets Jack.

JACK TANNER is a contractor-turned-musician in a small-town cover band suddenly thrust into the limelight.
He’s already had enough of the rock-and-roll lifestyle, and groupies have never been his thing.
Then again… there’s a gorgeous brunette in the audience tonight, checking him out with the most incredible green eyes he’s ever seen.

She’s looking for a fling.
He’s looking for forever.

It’s gonna be one helluva summer.

Set in the summer of 1995, DOWN THE SHORE takes the reader on a tour through some of the Jersey shore’s hottest hot spots over one, sleepless, flannel-clad summer.

It’s a look back to a time when the music was groundbreaking, the rock clubs were king, and bar bands ruled the world.

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REMEMBER TRILOGY by T. TORREST: EXCERPT and GIVEAWAY

April 9, 2014

Book: Remember When, Remember When 2: The Sequel, Remember When 3: The Finale

Author: T. Torrest

Series: Remember Trilogy

Tour Organized by: Indie Sage, LLC

Trip Wiley used to merely be the gorgeous new guy at Layla Warren’s Catholic high school. Fifteen years later, he just happens to be Hollywood’s hottest commodity.

REMEMBER WHEN

Years before Trip Wiley could be seen on movie screens all over the world, he could be seen sitting in the desk behind me in my high school English class.

This was back in 1990, and I cite the year only to avoid dumbfounding you when references to big hair or stretch pants are mentioned. Although, come to think of it, I am from New Jersey, which may serve as explanation enough. We were teenagers then, way back in a time before anyone, himself included, could even dream he’d turn into the Hollywood commodity that he is today.

I’m sure I don’t need to tell you who Trip Wiley is. But on the off chance you’ve been living under a rock for the past decade, just know that these days, he’s the bad boy actor found at the top of every casting director’s wish list. He’s incredibly talented and insanely gorgeous, the combination of which has made him very rich, very famous and very desirable.

And not just to casting directors, either.

I can’t confirm any of the gossip from his early years out in Tinseltown, but based on what I knew of his life before he was famous, I can tell you that the idea of Girls-Throwing-Themselves-At-Trip is not a new concept.

I should know. I was one of them.

And my life hasn’t been the same since.

Remember When is the first story in an NA romance trilogy. It will take you back to that time before the real world kicked in, that limbo between adolescence and adulthood, that trial of hanging on to the past while figuring out where the future will lie.

With heart-shredding romance, steamy love scenes and hilarious eighties references, readers of all ages will find themselves rooting for Layla and dreaming about Trip for years to come. It’s an endearing journey through the tumultuous world of friendship, family and high school…

…and the memory of that one incredible guy your heart just can’t seem to forget.

Hysterical! Made me want to break out a can of Aqua Net and hit the Jersey shore. Loved the characters and their sweet and steamy love story. You’ll find yourself rooting for Layla and dreaming about Trip for years to come.
~Mika Thomas, Fictional Person

There are so many things I loved about this sweet and funny book. The writing was flawless, the story was addictive; I cried, I laughed out loud and I swooned… I devoured every single minute… all the way through it was handled with so much love and a huge dash of humor… You felt it all and it was such a wonderful experience… Remember When was fun, it was sexy, it was a giggle a minute, it was beautiful….yep, it was perfect.
~Gitte and Jenny, Totally Booked Blog

If you think you know what this book is about based solely on the synopsis, you would be wrong. Remember When is so much more… I laughed out loud, I cried, I swooned, I squeed… I angered, I hurt, and I was in total angst a couple of times… [and] I am SO utterly, undeniably, completely, and overwhelmingly in love with Trip.
~Kathy, Romantic Reading Escapes

REMEMBER WHEN 2: The Sequel

“You know how sometimes, your high school crush grows up to be an insanely famous movie star? Okay, probably not. But I do.”
~Layla Warren

Back in high school, Trip Wiley’s fanbase only encompassed the denizens of the nothing little suburb of Norman, New Jersey.
Ten years later, all that is about to change.

In the summer of 2000, Layla Warren is enjoying her career as a journalist in New York City (well, sort of), while Trip spends most of his time grabbing Hollywood by the balls. In the days before what will turn out to be his skyrocketing fame, they’ll find themselves confronted with some life-altering choices.

Remember When 2 is the second story in an NA romance trilogy. It will bring you back to that exuberant and riotous time of life in your twenties when you struggled to figure out your place in the world and the person you were meant to be…
…and the person you were meant to be with.

REMEMBER WHEN 3: The Finale

“I’d spent too long in limbo.
It was time to put The California Plan back into effect.”
~Layla Warren

I’ve been in love with Trip Wiley since I was sixteen years old.

Yep. That Trip Wiley.

Academy award-winning actor, known philanthropist, People’s Sexiest Man Alive two years running…

Yeah.

It’s not like I’m some delusional stalker-fan. It just so happens that he was my high school sweetheart back in 1991. In the years since, he’s simply been The One That Got Away.
We just can’t seem to get on the same page at the same time.

Our timing may have sucked, but the feelings had already been confirmed. Years ago.
At least his were.

He doesn’t know that I had chosen to love him back.

I need to fix that.
And I need to do it now.

Remember When 3 is the third and final book in the Remember Trilogy. It’s a story about taking chances and following your heart…and knowing that sometimes, you just have to learn when to let go.

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Excerpt from Book 1:

REMEMBER WHEN 1

Upon entering Lisa’s room, I was immediately informed of the fact that her mother had let her decorate it almost entirely by herself. It was actually painted pink and there were white, eyelet curtains at the windows and a rainbow comforter on her wicker bed. My only attempt at decorating at that time involved a Scooby Doo blanket that I had won on the boardwalk. The pictures on her walls were of David Cassidy and Scott Baio and Donny Osmond, a bit of a departure from the Burger-King-issued, 1978 Yankees and Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band posters that hung on mine.
In spite of our differences, or maybe because of them, Lisa and I have been best friends ever since. It seems that it was within ten minutes of our first meeting that she taught me how to feather my hair, make braided ribbon barrettes and draw a proper unicorn, necessary survival traits for any girl in the late seventies.
Over the years, she has dragged me to the mall repeatedly, making me buy Jordache jeans, parachute pants, Guess denims and ultimately, to my enduring mortification, ZCavaricci’s. She ran me through the gauntlet of makeup and clothes enough to help me get my act together in time for high school.
Prior to that, I was sort of clueless. I used to play football with the guys at recess and spent more time climbing trees than playing dollies. That tomboy stuff was fine during elementary school, but by sixth grade, my body had begun to sprout boobs and that’s when all the boys started looking at me a little funny.

It was the summer between seventh and eighth grade when Lisa went into full-on Frankenstein mode with me. She armed me with a bottle of Love’s Baby Soft and a tube of Zinc Pink lipstick and gave me a complete beauty lesson, showing me how to put on makeup to suit my “season”, and went clothes shopping with me to find outfits that would best show off my new boobs without making me look trashy. When all was said and done, I was surprised to find the girl looking back at me through the mirror. Until that moment, I had no idea that I ever wanted to be… pretty. But there I was, all made up, hair done and dressed like a real, live girl, and I realized that Lisa’s description actually held some truth.
The makeover did wonders for my self-esteem. Not that anyone would have mistaken me for the most popular girl in school (that distinction belonged exclusively to Lisa), but I was confident that I was going to be able to carve out a nice little social status on my own, even without the fact that I had hitched my wagon to her star.
I couldn’t wait to run into my crush and his friends at the lake or the park or something, envisioning myself making a smash as big as Sandy’s at the end of Grease. I would walk onto the playground or someplace where all our friends would be hanging out and I’d snub a cigarette out with my high-heeled shoe. Every guy’s jaw would drop and then we’d all break into “We Go Together”.
That fantasy was squelched, however, when my father refused to let me buy a pair of black spandex pants that I’d found at the nearby Clothing Town. Plus, there was a slight problem with the perm that I had gotten, because it made me look more like Little Orphan Annie than Olivia Newton-John.
Lisa spent her allowance that week to buy me a home permanent kit, explaining that if we just brushed it straight through my hair and let it set for a few minutes, the afro on my head should relax.
She turned out to be right, because the treatment ended up giving me a decent head of soft waves. Thank God, because otherwise, I would have spent the summer looking like Weird Al Yankovic.

My ears perked up when I heard Mrs. Mason speaking over the din of a not-yet-settled classroom. “Thank you. You can take the desk over there behind Miss Warren, by the windows.” Teachers always tried to convey some illusion of respect by calling us by our last names.
My parents had saddled me with the unfortunate first name of Layla. My father has always explained that my mother was in the middle of a pretty heady rock-and-roll phase in the years surrounding my birth, which explains, but doesn’t excuse, the fact that my brother’s name is Bruce Springsteen Warren. I shit you not.
In any case, I hadn’t been paying much attention to Mrs. Mason until I heard her say my name. I looked up and saw some new kid hand her a slip of paper then turn toward the direction of her pointed finger. The sight that greeted me was enough to stop my heart.
If I were living in a movie, the opening strains of “Crazy Train” would have piped in, creating a background for this gorgeous boy who was walking slow-motion toward me. Our eyes met for a second before I realized I’d been staring and suddenly looked away.

I’d been ripping little pieces off my pretzel and trying to pop them unnoticed into my mouth. I was mid-chew when Rymer reached across the table to grab my stack of napkins. Cleaning sauce off his Oxford, he suddenly decided to switch subjects. “Oh, hey Warren! You meet Trip yet?”
I was caught off guard enough to almost choke, but luckily, I caught myself. I still had a mouthful of food, so I shielded my lips with my hand and answered as best I could. “Uh huh. We’re in Mason’s together.” Then, I swallowed and was able to nod in Trip’s direction to add casually, “How’s it going?”
The guys were still laughing at the big, red stain that Rymer was unsuccessfully trying to wipe off his shirt, so Lisa and I were the only ones to absorb the full force of Trip’s lazy grin when he replied, “It’s good, Layla. How’s it going for you?”
I almost died at the way he said that, looking right at me with half-lidded eyes and those perfect, full lips smiling out my name. I felt Lisa kick me under the table, so I knew she caught it too. Oh my God. Was he flirting with me? As intrigued as I was, my survival instincts quickly won out. The guys would never stop busting my chops if they caught me flirting with the new guy. I smiled politely and offered evasively, “It’s good.”
Just making courteous small talk, right?

By the time school let out, I had already decided that I was good to go. This was confirmed when Trip actually showed up to meet me on the front steps. In front of everyone, he plucked me out of the crowd and put his hand at the small of my back for the walk down to his car.
Let me tell you, it felt amazing to be seen with him. I hoped everyone noticed it. Maybe rumors would get started that we were carrying on some sort of secret relationship. People would say things like, “I heard that Trip Wilmington dumped Tess Valletti for Layla Warren.”
And if anyone actually had the balls to ever ask me outright, I’d only give them the satisfaction of a mysterious smile while saying something classy like, “I never kiss and tell, dahling.”
While I was picturing who was going to play me in the movie version of my life story (Alyssa Milano, maybe?), Trip unlocked the passenger door of his Bronco and held it open until I got inside. I thought it was so cool how he did that. Maybe it was a common thing to do where he came from, but in Norman, the guys were always too aloof to treat any of us like actual ladies. God, didn’t they realize how easy it was to impress us?
Trip cruised over to his side of the truck and slid himself behind the wheel. As he put the key in the ignition, I made the decision that whatever song was playing on the radio at that moment would be burned forever into my brain as “our song”.
He turned the key… and New Kids on the Block came blaring out of the speakers singing “The Right Stuff”.
Okay, fine. The next song would be the one.

He smiled as I got out of the truck, and because I knew he was watching me, I made extra sure not to slip and wind up face-down on the sidewalk.
I was feeling a little elated from the time I’d just spent alone with him, while simultaneously feeling let down at the thought of it coming to an end. I knew I was stalling, hoping to drag a few more seconds out of our time together, but I couldn’t stop myself. “Hey, thanks for the ride.”
He leaned over toward the passenger side to talk to me out the open window. “No problem.”
I tapped my toe against the tire as I asked, “See you tomorrow?”
He winked and repeated, “See you tomorrow.”
Short of throwing myself across the hood of his truck, there was really nothing else to do at that point but say goodbye. I had just turned and was starting to walk inside when I heard him yell, “Hey Layla!” which made my stomach do a little flip.
I looked back at Trip, still leaning out the passenger window with a wide grin playing at his lips and answered, “Yes?”
His grin turned into the full-force smile, the one that stopped me dead in my tracks at lunch.
“Good luck.”
At that, he threw the truck in gear and took off.

About the Author

She likes pina coladas and getting caught in the rain. She’s not much into health food, but she does enjoy talking about herself in the third person. A lifelong Jersey girl, she currently resides there with her husband and two boys.

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COVER REVEAL: REMEMBER WHEN 3: THE FINALE by T. TORREST

November 6, 2013

Title: Remember When 3: The Finale 
Author: T. Torrest 
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance 
Publisher/Release Date: To be self published on 21st November 2013 
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ABOUT REMEMBER WHEN 3: THE FINALE

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“I’d spent too long in limbo.  It was time to put The California Plan back into effect.” ~Layla Warren   I’ve been in love with Trip Wiley since I was sixteen years old. Yep. That Trip Wiley.  Academy award-winning actor, known philanthropist, People’s Sexiest Man Alive two years running… Yeah.  It’s not like I’m some delusional stalker-fan. It just so happens that he was my high school sweetheart back in 1991. In the years since, he’s simply been The One That Got Away.  We just can’t seem to get on the same page at the same time. Our timing may have sucked, but the feelings had already been confirmed. Years ago. At least his were. He doesn’t know that I had chosen to love him back.  I need to fix that. And I need to do it now.

ABOUT T. TORREST

T. Torrest is a New Adult fiction writer from the U.S. She has written many books, but prays that only a handful of them will ever see the light of day. Her main audience is mature teens and twenty-somethings, but her stories are geared toward readers of any age that know how to enjoy a good laugh and a dreamy romance.   Ms. Torrest was a child of the eighties, but has since traded in her Rubik’s cube for a laptop and her catholic school uniform for a comfy pair of yoga pants. A lifelong Jersey girl, she currently resides there with her husband and two sons.
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October 10, 2013

Remember When :
Ever wonder how often Brad Pitt’s high school girlfriend must ponder jumping off a bridge? Ever think about the girl that had her hooks in George Clooney before he took off for TV stardom? How about Leonardo DiCaprio’s ex, or Johnny Depp’s first groupie, or any number of young women who got left behind when their boyfriends set off for greener pastures and eventually achieved unfathomable Hollywood fame?  My name is Layla Warren and I don’t need to wonder about any of those things. I already know. Because years before Trip Wiley could be seen on movie screens all over the world, he could be seen sitting in the desk behind me in my high school English class.  This was back in 1990, and I cite the year only to avoid dumbfounding you when references to big hair or stretch pants are mentioned. Although, come to think of it, I am from New Jersey, which may serve as explanation enough. We were teenagers then, way back in a time before anyone could even dream he’d turn into the Hollywood commodity that he is today.  In case you live under a rock and don’t know who Trip Wiley is, just know that these days, he’s the actor found at the top of every casting director’s wish list. He’s incredibly talented and insanely gorgeous, the combination of which has made him very rich, very famous and very desirable.  And not just to casting directors, either.  I can’t confirm any of the gossip from his early years out in Tinseltown, but based on what I knew of his life before he was famous, I can tell you that the idea of Girls-Throwing-Themselves-At-Trip is not a new concept.  I should know. I was one of them.  And my life hasn’t been the same since.

MY REVIEW
Can you ever recapture the thrill of your first love? T. Torrest has gifted us readers with a nostalgic, sweet, sexy and emotional story about two high schoolers trying to navigate the treacherous waters of first love. More than anything, Trip and Layla are great friends, but both are too young and perhaps inexperienced to move things forward in the romance department.

Trip has become one of my favorite book boyfriends. He is sweet, gorgeous, a little insecure and a little damaged. I absolutely devoured this nostalgic story about small-town life and loved all the swoon-worthy moments in this book. Trip is the new kid in school and Layla quickly befriends him. But she falls for him, and isn’t sure of his feelings for her. The story takes place during senior year of high school, so everyone is getting ready to go their own way, which adds to the overall poignant atmosphere of the book.

Remember When is a rich, funny, witty and beautiful look back at the feelings of our first true love. It is fast paced and filled with memorable characters. The final chapters of this book might contain one of my favorite scenes ever in a book. I am still thinking about it. I can’t properly explain all the feelings that the author evoked in me while reading this book, but thank goodness I could start Book 2 immediately after finishing! I did not want to leave Trip and Layla and you won’t either. One of my top books so far this year.

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Remember When 2
You know how sometimes, your high school crush grows up to be an insanely famous movie star? Okay, probably not. But I do. ~Layla Warren  Back in high school, Trip Wiley’s fan base only encompassed the denizens of the nothing little suburb of Norman, New Jersey.   Ten years later, all that is about to change.  In the summer of 2000, Layla Warren is enjoying her career as a journalist in New York City (well, sort of), while Trip spends most of his time grabbing Hollywood by the balls. In the days before what will turn out to be his skyrocketing fame, they’ll find themselves confronted with some life-altering choices.   Remember When 2 is the second story in an NA romance trilogy. It will bring you back to that exuberant and riotous time of life in your twenties when you struggled to figure out your place in the world and the person you were meant to be…  …and the person you were meant to be with.

MY REVIEW:
Remember When 2 takes place almost a decade after high school and everyone has gone their own way. Layla is a journalist and finds herself in a position to interview Trip, who has gone on to become a major Hollywood star. She has never forgotten Trip but assumes he has moved on with his life. In fact, she is engaged to a seemingly perfect guy.

“Trip Wilmington had been a gorgeous teenaged boy, no question. But Trip Wiley was a gorgeous young man exuding raw, unabashed sex at every turn.”

Even though so much time has passed, Trip and Layla pick up their easy friendship right away. They have a lot of shared history together and Trip feels comfortable in Layla’s presence. Their undeniable physical attraction is there, too, but will it be enough for both of them to face the truth about their feelings for each other?

The author kept me on the edge of my seat the entire time I was reading this book. Would Layla and Trip get a chance to correct their past actions? This is an absolutely amazing, witty and emotional book and I don’t want to give away any of the spectacular plot here. Suffice it to say my heart stopped a few times while reading, and I am not sure I can recover from the serious book hangover! This series has become one of my all-time favorites. Read it so you can fall in love with Trip and Layla, too!

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT of Remember When 3 – Part 10 of Chapter 2

He pulled back, not even trying to hide his pain, peering at me through a haze of tears. “Oh, God, Layla. Oh, God how I’ve missed you.”
My heart positively stopped, but even still, I tried to explain. “I didn’t even know… I never really thought…”
He shook his head, cutting off my words, trying to pull himself together. “No. We’re not doing this here. We’ll talk later, but right now, I just want to hold you.”
So I let him.
We held each other and we cried and there was no one outside the two of us, there, in that moment.

For part 9 of Chapter 2 please go to Book Addicts Not So Anonymous. Find the final part of Chapter 2 tomorrow at Rude Girl Book Blog

Author Bio

T. Torrest is a New Adult fiction writer from the U.S. She has written many books, but prays that only a handful of them will ever see the light of day. Her stories are geared toward readers of any age that know how to enjoy a good laugh and a dreamy romance.
She likes pina coladas and getting caught in the rain. She’s not much into health food, but she does enjoy talking about herself in the third person.
A lifelong Jersey girl, she currently resides there with her husband and two boys.

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