Stalker, My Love Blog Tour Author: Zack Scott

This is my stop during the blog tour for Stalker, My Love by Zack Scott. This blog tour is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The blog tour runs from 21 May till 10 June. See the tour schedule here.

Stalker, My Love
By Zack Scott
Genre: Mystery/Thriller/ Romance
Age category: New Adult, Adult
Release Date: 14 May, 2017

Blurb:
Welcome to Pine Bridge, a small town where secrets are rife, personal is everyone’s business, and passion is high.

With the disappearance of Rosalyn Ray, tensions soar and fingers point in every direction: the lover, the mother, the best friend, and the stalker.

Frustrated by the search going nowhere, Rhett Calloway makes it his mission to discover the truth, find the girl, and win her heart. Some people in Pine Bridge say he’s obsessed. Some say he’s dangerous. Some say he’s hurt Rosalyn. All Rhett knows is he’s loved Rosalyn since they were kids and he’ll do what it takes to see her again.

Stalker, My Love is an untraditional love story where fantasy clashes with reality, and happily ever after seems like an elusive dream. Told through four POVs, the story follows those closest to Rosalyn Ray.

You can find Stalker, My Love on Goodreads

You can buy Stalker, My Love on Amazon

About the Author:
Zack is the author of the zombie apocalypse trilogy, THEIR DEAD LIVES, the horror comedy, ONE PISSED-OFF SHARK, and the untraditional love story, STALKER, MY LOVE. He’s licensed to practice law in the State of California. When he’s not writing, he enjoys baseball, avoiding LA traffic and playing with the dogs.

You can find and contact Zack Scott here:
- Website
- Twitter
- Goodreads
- Amazon

EXCERPT
A young couple fought with each other on an episode of some reality TV show. The girl spat at the boy, while the boy seemed ready to unleash a suppressed rage.
Rhett didn’t know why the fight started because he’d been focused on holding Rosalyn Ray. Her head rested on his chest, her face hidden by waves of her soft, black hair. She smelled like mangos.
They were on her bed, in her room decorated for a teenage girl. Posters of some pop stars hung on pink walls, and various colorful stuffed animals sat on her windowsill.
When the show went into a commercial break, Rhett rubbed Rosalyn’s back and said, “Two snowmen stand next to each other in a yard.”
“Oh boy,” Rosalyn whispered. “Here we go.”
“One snowman says to the other, ‘Funny, I smell carrots too.’”
“Terrible.” She laughed, which was one of the best sounds in the world. Hearing her laugh made Rhett whole. Making her laugh was even better.
“Kind of funny?”
“Maybe. What else do snowmen talk about?”
“Their plans for summer.”
“They die in summer.”
“No. They just melt together.”
Rosalyn slid her body until her chin was on his sternum. Her face was so round and full of life, and her striking ice-blue eyes, they froze him in time. “You’re cute,” she said. “Cheesy, but cute.”
He kissed her forehead. “How did I get so lucky?”
“I’m the lucky one. You saved me.”
Flashes of the past, when Earl Wick had struck Rosalyn, stung Rhett’s chest. Luckily, Rhett had acted in time to stop any severe damage from being done.
He recalled the look Rosalyn gave him when he’d saved her. A look from a princess to her prince. “I won't let anyone hurt you again,” he said. 
“I wouldn't be here, not without you.”
“I’ll always be here for you. You can rest easy.”
“You better be.” She touched his cheek, shooting warmth through his flesh. “You’re my knight.”
Her lips looked so soft, so kind and so full. He needed to feel them, but he waited to kiss her.
“What is it, Rhett?”
He didn’t answer.
“Are you okay? You can tell me. What is it?” She kept speaking, but her voice trailed away until it vanished within the rustling leaves.
Rhett opened his eyes. He straddled the branch of a tree outside the Rays’ property, the wind picking up around him. The leaves swayed intensely, as if yelling at him to join the real world.
He raised his binoculars to make sure Rosalyn was still inside her room. She was on her bed, lying on her stomach. Her legs kicked back and forth as she watched TV. She laughed at something. Rhett laughed with her. She wore black boy shorts and a purple tank top, and while Rhett could've stared at the exposure of her toned legs, or at her revealing cleavage, he liked to look at her face.
He lowered his binoculars, shut his eyes, and listened for her voice within the wind and the leaves. Her voice called for him, bringing him back to her room. The reality TV show was no longer playing. All of Rosalyn’s focus seemed to be on Rhett.
“Are you happy?” she asked.