Blog Tour: The Unexpected Series by Claudia Burgoa

 

Title: The Unexpected Series Box Set & Deck(er) the Halls
Author: Claudia Burgoa
Release Date: Nov 11-Dec 1, 2016

Family is messy.

Love is messier.

Life is the beauty beneath the mess.

The Colhurst-Decker family is loving, close-knit, and completely dysfunctional. Behind the lies, the deceit, and the unforgivable betrayals, the Deckers fight for the one thing that matters most in life—love. But even in a battle for love, nobody is safe.

In this five-book series, explore the lives, lies, and loves of each member of the Decker family as they learn the hardest lessons in life: Nothing is guaranteed; everything is unexpected.


Holidays are always filled with new surprises…

Sex, drugs, and rock & roll were the staples of Chris Decker’s life. But that was years ago, before reality stepped in and he began his life with his soulmate.
Now, with a total of fifteen grandchildren and a house full of love, memories, and a whole lot of crazy, they are literally one big, happy family. And with the Deckers, they always expect the unexpected–especially around the holidays. ‘Tis the season to be merry, but the new addition that comes this December might not be ready to kick off the New Year as a Decker.

** All proceeds will benefit Toys For Tots

   
ALL PROCEEDS TO BENEFIT TOYS FOR TOTS
“She said it again.” Ethan hands me a joint.
Don’t do it, Tucker. My conscience sounds like a busted record player. I know better, the few minutes I get to forget my fucking life are replaced by a headache and a fuck load of trouble. Here I go again, slipping into what my mother says I’ll become, an addict. Just like my birth parents; it’s in my blood.
“What’d the bitch say?” I ask after taking a hit and passing it back. And I laugh, because we’ve been inseparable since kindergarten. We were poster children for suburban living, until he was kicked off the football team and my parents got divorced. Now, when we see each other, we complain about our fucked-up lives while getting drunk and high. “Let me guess … ‘I hate you’.”
“I should have aborted you when I had the chance,” he mumbles and laughs with me.
But then I start crying when I think that’s what my birth mother would’ve loved to do that. Now the people she gave me to don’t want me anymore. The novelty of having a child wore off. I was just another shiny object or status symbol to use and lose I guess. Still, I try doing everything they want to earn their love. Nothing I do is enough. Mom checks my arms for needle marks every time I come home. And Dad would rather skip the weekends he gets to have me with him. Don’t get me started with my stepmother who is a combination of cruel and creepy.
“I wish I hadn’t picked you,” I counteract Ethan’s statement with one Mom yelled earlier. “It’s like if she was throwing darts at me and waiting to see which one strikes me in the chest.”
“We should run away before she kills me,” he decides, like he’s talking about the next test that he knows he needs to study for, but maybe he won’t.
Born on the mystical day of October 30th in the not so mystical lands of Mexico City, Claudia grew up with a childhood that resembled a caffeine-injected  soap opera. Seventeen years ago she ventured to the lands of her techie husband—a.k.a. the U.S.—with their offspring to start a new adventure.
She now lives in Colorado working for a small IT company, managing her household filled with three confused dogs, said nerd husband, two daughters wrought with fandoms and a son who thinks he’s the boss of the house. To survive she works continually to find purpose for the voices flitting through her head, plus she consumes high quantities of chocolate to keep the last threads of sanity intact.

 

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