Train Wreck is live

BLURB

 

“No passion, no emotion, no originality—a train wreck of epic portions.”

 

Those were the words to describe Eve Thorton’s exhibition. Not even a fine arts degree from Yale or her daddy’s bank account could save her from the scathing reviews. And failure was a word Eve would never be comfortable with. Not even close.

 

Plotting the demise of every critic who’d written her off was her first instinct. But that would come later. Instead, she would show them that she wasn’t a bored socialite with more money than talent.

 

She would prove everyone wrong, and she wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. But when her journey for redemption crashed headfirst into Josh Logan, the sexy, talented tattooist from Queens, getting her hands dirty took on a whole new meaning.

 

Josh was everything Eve wasn’t, translating on skin what she couldn’t onto her canvas. All she had to do was convince him to share his jaw-dropping brilliance, and help her—seeing him naked—a bonus. Then she could go back to her regular life, vindicated.

 

It should have been easy. Pity her plans had a habit of derailing.

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PURCHASE TODAY

EXCERPT

Kitty had said Josh Logan was gorgeous.

 

Her description was tall, athletic and covered in exquisite wearable art.

 

With jet-black hair that was cropped short except for the top which he wore longer and combed back. Sort of like Elvis, but a thousand times hotter, and without the retro clothes.

 

So, I had been mentally prepared for a decent looking guy. But I had just shipped off all of Oliver’s stuff and scruffy guys with tattoos weren’t really my thing. Besides, I was here for a purpose, and that was not to get a date. I was a professional and this was New York, and gorgeous men were everywhere. It’s not like I was a bag of hormones incapable of using her head.

 

Yet all it took was a single freaking smile.

 

How it was even possible was beyond me, but Kitty severely understated.

Josh Logan was well over six-foot and built like a South American soccer player. You know the kind—hot, toned, and looked fabulous in their underwear on the side of a building. Sadly, Josh was wearing clothes—a fantastic pair of jeans and a black fitted T-shirt that hugged his arms and chest so lovingly it needed a standing ovation.

 

And those eyes? Wowzas. Perfect cerulean blue.

 

Tattoo Jesus was freaking HOT.

 

And another thing, his tattoos were insane. Each perfectly toned arm was covered in intricate designs that went all the way up into his sleeves where they were tragically hidden by his T-shirt. Then the color reappeared, snaking up his neckline. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to lick his skin or hang it on a wall. Oh, that sounded bad. Yeah. Hanging it on the wall sounded creepy. Licking. Licking was better.

 

I had been a locked vault. Kept it together and pretended he wasn’t the hottest man I’d seen. I’d even managed to carry on a conversation, completely hiding the fact my panties had disintegrated the minute he’d walked into the room. That, my friends, was where the real talent was.

 

 

About T. Gephart

 

T Gephart is an indie author from Melbourne, Australia.

 

T’s approach to life has been somewhat unconventional. Rather than going to University, she jumped on a plane to Los Angeles, USA in search of adventure. While this first trip left her somewhat underwhelmed and largely depleted of funds it fueled her appetite for travel and life experience.

With a rather eclectic resume, which reads more like the fiction she writes than an actual employment history, T struggled to find her niche in the world.

While on a subsequent trip the United States in 1999, T met and married her husband. Their whirlwind courtship and interesting impromptu convenience store wedding set the tone for their life together, which is anything but ordinary. They have lived in Louisiana, Guam and Australia and have travelled extensively throughout the US. T has two beautiful young children and one four legged child, Woodley the wonder dog.

An avid reader, T became increasingly frustrated by the lack of strong female characters in the books she was reading. She wanted to read about a woman she could identify with, someone strong, independent and confident who didn’t lack femininity. Out of this need, she decided to pen her first book, A Twist of Fate. She enjoyed the process so much that when it was over she couldn’t let it go.

T loves to travel, laugh and surround herself with colourful characters. This inevitably spills into her writing and makes for an interesting journey – she is well and truly enjoying the ride!

Based on her life experiences, T has plenty of material for her books and has a wealth of ideas to keep you all enthralled.

 

 

 

 

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My Review:

Train Wreck by T. Gephart is a stand alone romance novel.
Meet Eve at her ” worst day of her life “. Her boyfriend cheated on her and her work at the gallery was annihilated by the critique.
Then she seeks tattoo artist Logan out -cliché much? No not in the slightest.
Logan is a successful tattoo artist with his own tattoo studio. Eve is a bit high maintenance, but nothing Logan can’t handle and soon he sees behind her walls and discovers her true self.
These both have crazy insta-chemistry and soon they have a beautiful relationship. A relationship that against all odds works for them.
Train Wreck is a great read with wonderful characters and a great storyline. I love the writing and I love T. Gephart’s words. I recommend Train Wreck and give 5 Stars, thank you T. Gephart!

https://www.amazon.com/review/R37IHXF39HQR8O/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B073MTSLKK

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