Rerelease Blog Tour: Unbreakable by Emma Scott *excerpt & giveaway*

Happy 2019, everyone!!!

Long time no see! I know I’m pretty late to the new year celebration but here I am, kickstarting the first blog post in 2019 with one of my top favorite authors, Emma Scott’s, brand new re-release, a.k.a. Unbreakable! *smiling sheepishly*

There will be a yummilicious teaser, exclusive excerpt, and a chance to win $25 Amazon gift card in this post so I hope you’ll have a blast here! Besides, I’ve got more book reviews/life updates/music power-ups for you in the following weeks so please stay tuned!! Thanks for your patience and let’s get this party started! โค

Before we cut to the chase, I’d like to properly introduce Emma Scott to all of you. Emma is an incredibly talented, extremely prolific writer. She starts writing as an indie author, who plots all of her stories by herself, asks friends to edit her works, weaves her way through the unfathomable publishing world. She creates (or finds pictures from stock photos) all of her very first book covers (like the Rush series and Unbreakable) and works really hard to get her books published on Amazon and various online bookstores.

The only reason I know so much about her and have undying faith in her is because I’m blessed to be a part of her entourage. In her facebook group, she shows the most down-to-earth side of her and never leaves any details about her daily life (well, mostly) out with her beloved fans/readers/bloggers. It’s an amazingly supportive community and all we do is spread love for her new releases and send good vibe whenever she needs it.

In the past two years, her writing style has improved so much (I mean, c’mon, we all know how well she tells stories, but she gets better and better with each upcoming book) and so has her book cover. Thanks to her lovely PA, Melissa, and a bunch of creative editors, Emma’s going to relaunch some of her early works, including the one I’m sharing with you today–Unbreakable–and I think this will be a perfect chance to get the attention and popularity Emma and all of her books deserve. ๐Ÿ™‚

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Title: Unbreakable

Author: Emma Scott

Rerelease Date: January 22nd, 2019

Tagline: The bank robbery changes everything…

Buy links: Amazon US | Amazon Universal | Goodreads



**Unbreakableย has been edited and rereleased with extended content and a new cover.

Alex Gardener has her life planned out, down to the smallest detail. She has a skyrocketing career as a litigation attorney, a close group of socialite friends, and is engaged to one of the most successful businessmen in Beverly Hills. Everything is just as she wants it: comfortable, predictable, secureโ€ฆif lacking passion. Fire.

Cory Bishop is a struggling working man, trying to make ends meet while fighting to keep custody his young daughter. He knows that working hard is the only way to achieve his goals, but lately it seems everything he wants hangs just out of reach.

The bank robbery changes everything.

Alex and Cory spend three harrowing days as hostages locked in a bank with fifty frightened people and six criminals who grow more desperate–and dangerous–by the hour. Alex and Cory find comfort and safety with each other and reveal their deepest hopes and fears and secrets, unknowingly building a bond forged out of desperation and fear, one that they canโ€™t break, even once outside the bankโ€™s walls.

Their lives are turned upside down, irrevocably altered, and they seek to move on and put the robbery–and each other–behind them.

But some bonds, once forged, cannot be broken.


Exclusive Excerpt



I marched into the towering edifice of United One Bank, my shoes tapping over the marble floor. I managed a brief smile for the portly security guard but it quickly fell away when I saw that half of Los Angeles had decided to do their banking at lunchtime too.


I took my place in line behind a tall blond man in jeans and a rugged brown jacket. The whiff of perfume filled my nose as a beautiful, immaculately dressed young woman of Indian heritage stepped in line behind me.

I settled in to wait, wondering if I should call my assistant, to make sure nothing was going haywire with any of my cases. But Abed knew me well: waiting until I came into the office to give me news was a bad idea. I checked my cell phone for messages and saw none. No word from my team, and nothing from the courtโ€™s clerk. No verdict yet.

I eased a sigh and then tightened up again when I realized I hadnโ€™t filled out any formsโ€”or whatever the hell it was I neededโ€”to get the cashierโ€™s check out of my firmโ€™s expense account.

Isnโ€™t all banking electronic by now?ย I wondered, irritation mounting.

The line behind me had grown and the line in front wasnโ€™t moving. I made a questioning motion to the young woman behind me to save my place. She nodded and waved a gold-ringed hand absently without interrupting her cell phone conversation. I hurried to a wooden bank of slips, grabbed one, and stepped back in line with a brief smile of thanks.

But I had nothing to write on. The man in front of me had a strong back.

Maybe heโ€™d let me make a desk out of him.

I smirked and admired the manโ€™s physique from behind. Broad shoulders, narrow waist. His jeans fit him rather perfectly.

Nice ass,ย I thought and tingles of a very real, likely very bright blush colored my neck.

Oh, grow up,ย I laughed at myself.

I rummaged in my bag and pulled out a small stack of my engagement party invitations; the thick stationary would make a sufficient backing. I fished out a pen and started to fill out the little withdrawal form when woman behind me issued a sudden laugh and bumped my elbow. The little stack of envelopes flew out of my hand to scatter around my feet and that of the blond man in front of me.

โ€œSorry, so sorry,โ€ the woman muttered to me.

โ€œHonestly,โ€ I muttered, and knelt to gather the envelopes. The blond man in front of me turned and knelt to help. โ€œThanks.โ€

โ€œNo problem.โ€

I looked up and might have gasped. I prayed I hadnโ€™t butย someoneย issued a sharp intake of breath, and my neck went beet-red again. I could feel the fire of it burning my pale skin.

Hello, gorgeous.

The face bent close to mine was ruggedly handsome with a strong jaw, chiseled chin, broad mouth with full lips, andโ€”most surprisingly for a man with lighter hairโ€”rich brown eyes, which were sharply intelligent and soft at the same time. I smelled his crisp scentโ€”aftershave and something like freshly chopped woodโ€”and it seemed that scent settled into my chest and remained there, warm and clean.

Wow, youโ€™re being extra ridiculous right now.

โ€œHave I got something stuck in my teeth?โ€ the young man asked, amused. His voice was deep, gravellyโ€ฆ


I gave myself a mental shake and gathered the rest of the spilled envelopes. โ€œNo, I justโ€ฆI thought I recognized you from somewhere. Are you an actor?โ€

He made a face. โ€œNot remotely.โ€

โ€œOh. Well, you never can tell around here. And you look like you could be one. An actor.โ€

Or a model. Jesus, those eyesโ€ฆ

He shrugged and smiled crookedly. โ€œI think I look like me.โ€

I smiled back.ย Good answer.ย I had never seen a man as good-lookingโ€”on screen or in real lifeโ€”as this man in front of me. If I were a romantic sortโ€”which I wasnโ€™tโ€”the wordย breathtakingย would not be overstating it.

We both rose from the floor. His eyes were warm but he seemed to stiffen slightly as he took in my expensive suit, my jewelry, my bag.

He ran a hand through his unruly blond hair and handed me the envelopes heโ€™d gathered. โ€œYeah, so. Here you go.โ€

โ€œThanks,โ€ I said.

โ€œSure thing.โ€

He turned his back to me and a small twinge of disappointment nipped at me.

Focus, Gardener,ย I admonished.ย The judge could call us back at any moment.

The blond man in front of me sighed impatiently and checked his watchโ€”a nice looking silver timepiece with a beat-up leather band. His head turned in profile to me.

โ€œIs it just me or has this line come to a complete standstill?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s not just you,โ€ I said, steadfastly ignoring the little tingle that sparked in my belly at the sound of his low, bedroom voice. I cleared my throat. โ€œLooks like theyโ€™re short a teller or two.โ€

โ€œOr ten. Fuck me,โ€ he muttered, then eyed me apologetically. โ€œSorry for the language, but there isnโ€™t a worse day for this kind ofโ€”โ€

โ€œBullshit?โ€ I supplied with a wry grin.

He laughed, and some of the tension in his face relaxed. I tried my hardest not to stare. If he was breathtaking just standing there, there wasnโ€™t a strong enough word for how he looked when he smiled.

โ€œIโ€™m Cory Bishop, by the way.โ€

He extended his hand and I took it. Large, rough, calloused. Working manโ€™s hands.

โ€œAlexandra Gardener,โ€ I said. โ€œAlex.โ€

โ€œGood to meet you, Alex,โ€ he said, and it seemed his smile softened around my name.

I shouldered my bag to buy time for a response. No manโ€”not even Drew, my fiancรฉโ€”had ever affected me this way, and I grew irritated with myself for letting it happen.

โ€œItโ€™s always busy when youโ€™re in a hurry and traffic lights are always red when youโ€™re running late,โ€ I said. โ€œMurphyโ€™s Law.โ€

โ€œIs that your specialty?โ€

โ€œNo, litigation. How did you know Iโ€™m a lawyer?โ€

He shrugged. โ€œLucky guess. Mostly lawyers and accountants around here. Or movie producers.โ€

โ€œOr actors, but weโ€™ve already established youโ€™re not one of those,โ€ I said lightly.

Coryโ€™s smile tightened. โ€œNope. Just in the area for work, and in need of a bank before I get back. Looks like I picked the wrong one.โ€

He rocked impatiently in his work boots, his hands jammed in the front pocket of his jeans. I thought the conversation was over but he was still half-turned to me.

Nothing wrong with small talk. Passes the time.

A good excuse. Plausible. No objections. But the simple fact remained that Iย wantedย to talk to Cory, to keep looking at his handsome face, and prove I could do so without melting into a puddle.

โ€œSo what line of work are you in?โ€ I asked.

โ€œIโ€™m in construction. A journeyman.โ€ Cory said. โ€œItโ€™s sort of like an apprentice to a general contractor,โ€ he said, answering my confused look. โ€œYou have to pile up a bunch of hours doing that first before you can become a contractor yourself.โ€

โ€œNever heard that term before, journeyman,โ€ I said. โ€œSounds rather exotic. Nomadic.โ€

โ€œYeah, well, itโ€™s neither. Not unless you consider driving to job sitesย nomadic.โ€

The line moved ahead by one person. I noticed that Cory and I were now standing side-by-side.

โ€œWhat exactly does a litigator do?โ€ Cory asked. โ€œLitigateโ€ฆthatโ€™s argue, right?โ€

โ€œYes. Iโ€™m a trial attorney. I specialize in personal injury, and some medical malpractice.โ€

He scratched the light stubble on his cheek. โ€œYou donโ€™t happen to do family law on the side?โ€

โ€œNo, but thereโ€™s an attorney in my firm who does.โ€ I cocked my head, studying Coryโ€™s troubled expression. Do you need his number?โ€ I asked softly.

Cory looked as if he were about to say something, changed his mind, and said instead, โ€œNah. Iโ€™m good, thanks.โ€

The line inched forward and a silence fell between us. For lack of something better to do, I checked my phone for any news from Abed. Nothing.

โ€œNo news is good news, right?โ€ Cory said, watching me return the phone to my bag.

โ€œNot this time,โ€ I said. โ€œA short jury deliberation usually means a guilty verdict.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re in the middle of a trial right now?โ€

I nodded. โ€œJust finished closing arguments today.โ€

โ€œWell, if you get the call and have to bail, Iโ€™ll hold your place in line. It probably wonโ€™t have moved anyway.โ€

I laughed. โ€œProbably not.โ€

He smiled and I smiled back. The bankโ€™s air conditioning was working overdrive against the Los Angeles summer heat, but I felt warm all over. And good. It felt nice to stand beside this handsome man and bask in his smile. I did yoga four times a week to keep the stresses of my job from wrapping me tight and squeezing. Talking to Cory Bishop for all of five minutes had the exact same effect.

We stood in a comfortable silence, and I glanced here and there before venturing to make eye contact again. I caught him watching me, filling his eyes with me, and then he grinned and rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish and charming and beautiful.

Heโ€™s beautiful,ย I thought again. No argument there. Case closed.

I blinked and realized Coryโ€™s dark eyes were holding mine intently, and my heart stuttered in response.

โ€œHey, listenโ€”โ€ he started to say then stopped. Froze. Whatever he had been about to say was lost forever. His eyes widened at something over my shoulder. I started to turn but he grabbed my shouldersโ€”hardโ€”and shoved me roughly behind him.

I stumbled in my heels. โ€œWhat the hell are you doingโ€ฆ?โ€

The glass doors of the bank shook on their hinges and I turned to watch with a shocked, detached fascination as six or so men streamed inside. They wore dark, non-descript clothes, their faces hidden behind different Halloween monster masks. Each had a huge, black, automatic weapon strapped around their shoulders and gripped in gloved hands.

A screamโ€”the first that set off a chorusโ€”echoed in the cavernous heights of the bank as one man drove the butt of his weapon into the security guardโ€™s midsection.

Time slowed, and it felt as if some spell had been cast turning summer to winter. Iโ€™d been suddenly submerged in ice-cold gelatin. My heart crashed hard against my chest like a wrecking ball, and I clutched Coryโ€™s arm in a vise grip. I could feel the coarse denim of his jacket against my skin. Tangible. It helped to battle the surreal scene that was unfolding before me.

Cory turned to me. I saw fear spark bright in his dark eyes, but they held a grim determination too.

โ€œGet down!โ€ he shouted, breaking the strange slow-motion spell. โ€œGet down, now!โ€

Time shot forward and I heard screams, tromping footsteps, and cries. But I couldnโ€™t move. I felt rooted in place. Cory grabbed me and suddenly I was on my stomach, my face pressed to the cold floor, my hand still clutched around his arm. My heart was now pounding so hard I could hardly distinguish one beat from the next.

In seconds, I felt warped by a terror I hadnโ€™t thought it possible to feel. I sucked in air to calm myself as above me and around me, armed men infiltrated the bank, brandishing their enormous weapons, shouting, swearing, and striking people who didnโ€™t move or obey fast enough.

โ€œLadies and gentleman,โ€ said one, shouting through his vampire mask in order to be heard while pacing among the masses of cowering people. โ€œIn the event you have any lingering confusion, this is a fucking robbery.โ€



About the Author

square_profileEmma Scott is a bestselling author of emotional, character-driven romances in which art and love intertwine to heal, and in which love always wins. If you enjoy thoughtful, realistic stories with diverse characters and kind-hearted heroes, you will enjoy her novels.

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Last but not least, thank you for being so patient with me and I hope you’re as intrigued as I am about Unbreakable, along with Emma’s other works! Also, I still owe you guys tons of book reviews, including Emma’s Beautiful Hearts duet, but I promise I’m working on them. *fingers-crossed & pleading eyes*

By the way, if you’d like to keep up with my current reads/random thoughts, you could always find me on Goodreads and Bookstagram!

Have a nice weekend and I’ll see you next time! xoxo


Jasmine ๐Ÿ™‚


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