Blitz & #giveaway – 12 Hours in Paradise by Kathryn Berla @BerlaKathryn @xpressoreads @xpressotours


Book & Author Details:

12 Hours in Paradise by Kathryn Berla
Published by: Limitless Publishing
Publication date: April 19th 2016
Genres: Romance, Young Adult


Twelve hours, thirty-six questions, and a chance to fall in love…

It’s the last day of Dorothy Patmont’s family vacation. Soon, she must head back to Reno, where all that waits for her is the cold and the snow. To top it all off, her brother, Chester, acted like a little jerk and ate one too many cookies from the sample jar in the cookie store. But his antics have an unexpected benefit—attracting the attention of an intriguing boy who could change her life forever.

Treats can be sweet, but love is sweeter still…

Arash Atkinson, fluent in four languages and an adventurous soul, is in Waikiki for a high school band competition. When he meets Dorothy, he realizes their time together is limited. “Come out and play,” he texts her. A night of romantic adventure ensues, and Arash discovers an app that claims it can make people fall in love after answering thirty-six questions in each other’s presence.

With each question asked, their stories and feelings continue to unfold. But with every hour that passes they’re more at risk of being found out—Dorothy, by her parents; Arash by his school chaperone. And then Arash gets the dreaded phone call—he has been discovered missing from his room, and must return immediately. Can they finish the questions before facing their consequences?

When time is running out, true love cannot wait. What Arash and Dorothy have is beyond special, something that comes along once in a lifetime, and begins with Twelve Hours In Paradise…but can it survive the trials of the real world?



We’d arrived at an ice cream mochi store. “You want one?” I asked.

“First you’d have to explain what ice cream mochi is,” Arash said. “And then I’ll decide if I want one.”

“Mochi is…well, it’s Japanese, I know that much.”


“And I think it’s made from rice.”

“And the taste of this Japanese rice creation. How would it differ from…say, the taste of rice?”

“Oh, it’s sweet. And gooey. Well, not really gooey but more chewy.”

“Gooey but chewy. Sweet and Japanese. And something about ice cream?”

“Ice cream in the middle.”

“Dorothy, you’ve managed to sell this well. I think I’d very much like to join you for an ice cream mochi. Is there a particular flavor you’d recommend?”

“I like green tea,” I said warily. I wasn’t sure if I really had sold him or if he was just teasing.

“Then green tea it is.”

The line snaked out the door like every other place in Waikiki.

“We could use this time to answer a few more questions.” I was slightly wobbly with fatigue and leaned back into him. He wrapped his arms around me for a minute before pulling away slightly to rest his hands on my shoulders.

“This is a hard one,” he said. “Ready?”


“‘Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?’”

“It’s funny that you ask that, because just this morning my dad read an article in the local paper that said every year in Japan, people die from eating mochi.”

Arash whipped me around by my shoulders to face him. “And this is what you’ve chosen to feed me tonight? Are you trying to get rid of me so you can finally have access to my roommate?”

I giggled. “It’s usually older people and people who don’t chew the mochi well enough. Because it’s sort of thick and chewy.”

“And gooey and sweet. I’ll be sure to chew it well.”

“Then you’re fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“And are you telling me you have a foreshadowing this is how you’ll die? Choking on a mochi ice cream ball?”

“No, I seriously don’t have any hunches about that. I never think about it. You?”

“A stroke. That’s how I’ll go.”

“Are you serious or are you just being weird?”

“I’m not serious, because of course I have no way of knowing. It’s a fear. A fear more than a hunch. Let’s move on to the next question. Two green-tea-flavored mochi things,” he said to the girl behind the counter. “Please, if you have some that are a little less chewy, we’d prefer those. Is there a paramedic on duty?”

I handed her a ten dollar bill. “He’s just kidding.”

purchase links

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About the author

KathrynKathryn Berla graduated from the University of California at Berkeley as an English major. She has lived in many different countries in Europe, Asia, the Middle East and Africa. She currently resides in the San Francisco Bay Area.


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