Spotlight & Giveaway: No Cooldown For Love by Aliyah Burke

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Aliyah Burke to HJ!

Hi Aliyah and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, No Cooldown For Love!

 
Hello! Thanks for having me here today! I’m so excited to be celebrating the release of my latest book with all y’all!
 

Please summarize the book a la Twitter style for the readers here:

Forced proximity, just one bed, vanishing pillow wall. Ex-NBA player who’s heart was broken. A science journalist who has learned to love herself. Snowstorm and singles mixer. He saves her from a car accident and they share a room and a bed until the roads get cleared.
 

Please share the opening lines of this book:

Mitchell Anderson walked around his kitchen as his two best friends in the world moved through their usual reactions to his latest announcement of his ex-wife’s antics. Tully
Faulkner, ex-professional hockey player, and Linc Conner, ex-professional baseball player. The best two friends he could ever have and part of the reason he no longer lost his shit when dealing with The Viper.

Please share a few Fun facts about this book…

• I got to piece together a place for the inn from ones I got to visit when I was in Vermont (summer, not winter)
• All of these games they played, I’ve played.
• It took a few tries to get the suck & blow game right…it wasn’t a hardship, have to say. *grin*
• The table Mitchell has in his house is one I shopped for my house for, I think it’s stunning.
• My husband and I quote movie quotes to each other all the time, almost like our own language.

What first attracts your main characters to each other?

He’s drawn to her voice, her the fact he stopped to rescue her.

Using just 5 words, how would you describe your main characters”love affair?

Slow-burn
Tentative
Bone-deep
Fragile
Honest
 

The First Kiss…

“I’m not going to appease your conscience, Mitchell.
I refuse to fill that role. Look, I will forever be in debt to you
for what you did for me but other than that—”
He kissed her.
Holy sh*t. Mitchell Anderson is kissing me.
His hands cupped her face, holding her at the angle
he wanted. The calluses on his palms and fingers were a
tantalizing roughness along her skin.

Without revealing too much, what is your favorite scene in the book?

Without contemplating the consequences of her actions,
Hope lunged up from her seat and ran to Mitchell. “You’re
okay,” she whispered against his chest as she wrapped her
arms around his wet and very cold torso.
Two heartbeats later, she realized something. He wasn’t
holding her back.
Shit. Swallowing her fierce humiliation, she lowered her
arms and went to step away.
Mitchell didn’t let her move, though. His arms snapped
tight around her, bringing her flush against his body.
“I’m okay,” he murmured, his large hands stroking soothingly along her spine.
She simply held on tighter, not caring about the moisture
soaking into her skin and clothing. Damn the tears for
pricking her eyes as relief poured through her.
“I promise.” He spoke directly by her ear. “I’d planned
on changing clothes before doing this to ensure you stayed
dry and warm.” His words were soft and intimate. “But you
shot that to shit. And I’m curious, in this scenario you ladies
were talking about, who plays the Viking?”
Hope shook her head, determined not to divulge that
bit of information.
“You’re the Viking, Mitchell! In case you were
wondering!” Wendy hollered and Hope wanted the floor to
open up and swallow her.
“Now that is what I wanted to know, Flykra.” His words
rumbled along her ear.

If your book was optioned for a movie, what scene would be absolutely crucial to include?

She rolled her shoulders and fixed her gaze on the table
before her. Wendy’s fingers stroked through her hair and
she fought the urge to close her eyes and purr.
Wait… Maybe she did.
“Keep making noises like that, Flykra, and you’re going
to drive me insane.”
Leaning into Wendy’s touch as Collette took the next
hand, she gave Mitchell a half grin. “What can I say, she’s got a magical touch.”
He leaned closer, his lips feathering along the shell of
her ear. “Will you purr like that for me when I stroke you?”
She gulped. “My hair?”
One shoulder rose and fell in a lackadaisical shrug.
“Sure.”

Readers should read this book …

to get away from the everyday and to take a journey which will lead to a happily ever after. There are twists and turns but ultimately, I hope you feel the passion and joy these two bring out in one another.

What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have planned?

I’m finishing up books 2 and 3 that go with Her Marine Next Door, so hopefully I can get them submitted to my editor before the end of the year.
I have a lot others planned as well. Keeps me out of trouble…ish to be writing. I have a cozy and some paranormals on my plate as well and a couple historicals.

Thanks for blogging at HJ!

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Readers, I’m nosy and love to ask questions, so…
Of all the tropes you find in the stories, which is your favorite, and why?
Okay, so technically it’s two questions. Well, one with two parts.
*grin*
I can’t wait to read these responses.

 
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Excerpt from No Cooldown For Love:

“Morning.”
She squealed and jumped, hand slamming against her
full chest.
He slowly sat against the headboard and stared at her,
eyebrows up. “You sure are jumpy this morning.”
Hand flexing against her chest, she shook her head.
“You scared me.”
“I scared you?” Mitchell didn’t take his eyes off her for
a second, just stared, wishing the fire burned a bit higher so
he could see more of her facial expression.
She propped her hands on her full hips, eyes narrowing
ever so slightly. “That’s what I said. I don’t scare myself. I
was minding my own business when you…” She waved a
hand around.
He smirked. “Said ‘morning’?”
Hope gave him a sage nod. “Exactly.”
“I can see how that would’ve been scary,” he said drolly.
“Opening my mouth to say one word to you.”
Hope narrowed her eyes at him. “I was trying not to
interrupt you.” She cleared her throat. “Wake you.” A deep
breath. “Whatever.”
He scratched his stomach through his shirt, not ignoring
the way her gaze darted toward the movement. “Interrupt
me? That’s intriguing. What exactly were you envisioning
me doing in this bed, Hope?” He leaned forward, lips curling
up in a full-fledged smile. “And if you were concerned, why
not knock on the door? Did you want or hope to catch me
doing something in this bed?”
“Sleeping.” Her voice was higher and he wasn’t positive
but he felt like she was blushing.
“Oh,” he replied as he tossed the blankets back, sucking
in a breath at the difference in temperature outside the
bedding. “Sleeping, huh? You wanted to catch me doing
what I was doing when you snuck out?” Disbelief smacked
hard. And damn it, he enjoyed making her engage with him.
Her gaze drifted to his arms and he flexed one, loving
how she nibbled on her lower lip without looking away
from him. He’d heard Emma mention to Linc about how
his arms were porn-worthy. Did Hope feel that way about
his? Something definitely worth finding out, but he thought
she did, considering how her eyes continued to drift to his
forearms.
“Or whatever.” Heat filled her eyes and he loved that
she didn’t drop her gaze.

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Book Info:

When ex-pro basketball player Mitchell Anderson sees an overturned car on the edge of a cliff during a nasty snowstorm, he knows he has only minutes to rescue the woman trapped inside. What he’s not expecting is their instant attraction, or that she can deliver one hell of a pick-up line even under the most terrifying of circumstances.

Hope Roman’s entire life is on the edge. She’s already overwhelmed with grief and upset, and nearly dying is pretty much the icing on a terrible, soggy cake. So it’s just her luck that she’s suddenly snowbound at a charming little inn with the hottest, yet down right grumpiest, man she’s ever met. And naturally, there’s only one room left.

Now the pillow barrier between them keeps disappearing. And the walls are coming down. But Hope knows she doesn’t belong in Mitchell’s world any more than he belongs in hers. The question is whether either of them can trust the other long enough to play for keeps…
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Meet the Author:

Aliyah Burke is a USA Today Bestselling Author who’s an avid reader and never far from pen and paper (or the computer). She is happily married to a career military man. They are owned by three Borzoi. She spends her days at the day job, writing, and working with her dogs. She loves to hear from her readers and can be reached here.
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