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Life’s Series by Rebekah Raymond – Book Tour + #Giveaway

26/06/17

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Life’s Defeat
Life’s Series Book 1
by Rebekah Raymond
Genre: Romantic Suspense, Futuristic
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Tragedy places the soldier in StPatrick’s complex, determination to be
someone of use keeps her within its walls. When she finally takes her
first breaths of freedom, the soldier is sucked back into military
servitude. Her long, violent capture and imprisonment by Rochester
sets her path of physical and psychological terror.

Under his rule she learns the depth of her own depravity, and how far she
can go before she threatens to lose herself. But when Tomlin and his
team rescues her, she discovers a new threat in the life she chooses
to lead.
As the pages of her genetically-altered history are revealed, the
solider finds the key to achieving her new goal: revenge.
It’s unfortunate it might just kill her in the end.
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I could remember vaguely I had just fought against the muscular man, my body laying on the cold concrete in the fetal position as I nursed my aching head. Usually a good thump or, as I had experienced this time, a smash against the corner of the table, was enough to take me down. So I lay there, my frayed hair collecting the pooling blood from my wound when a loud and foreign noise reached my ringing ears.

 

It was an alarm, and it frightened me.

 

Both hands instantly went to my ears as I tried to block out the klaxon, my feet kicking against the legs of my table where I had slept. All I remember is fighting against the sound.

 

The door opened then, and I was vaguely aware of someone coming in, the door closing quickly. I was still keening and fought to regain some control.

 

Then the hands came down on my shoulders. A terrifying noise ripped from my throat as I again went into survival mode. Jumping up, I reached out my bloodied digits, aiming for the neck of my next contender before hearing a name spoken aloud.

 

Both the name and voice were familiar to me and I froze as the man said it again. I shook my head to clear the liquid that was now running over my eye, my own blood from my head wound. I gritted my teeth and grabbed the man around his wrists, forcing him against a wall and knowing I could snap the bones and kick in his knee in one swift move.

 

The man didn’t fight back.

 

Instead, he opened his eyes wide and attempted to talk to me, something that was still outside of my understanding. It reached me enough that I was forced to look into his face.

 

Tomlin. The name reached my lips and brain at the same moment and instantly I knew this person was not after me.

 

Fighting my primal nature, I flung myself backwards across the room, flattening against the wall and watching the man who in turn was staring back at me, alarmed. He rubbed his wrists absentmindedly, a ring of blood transferred from my hands to his sleeves.

 

I could tell he was scared for me. I could smell the fear. His own personal defeat was palpable as he tried to reason with me.

 

Looking back now I am sure he was asking me to calm down, to leave with him peaceably. He held up a sedative that would perhaps make it easier.

 

I saw him hold up the needle and I went crazy. Tomlin’s eyes flashed disbelief as I hurled myself toward him, my hand raised in combat. I landed four good punches to his face and head before the man threw a strong kick to my midsection that sent me stumbling back, crashing against the wall.

 

He looked down as his wrist watch chimed. I knew his time was up as he shook his head. With a sad expression, he wiped the blood from his mouth, a heavy line still trailing from his nose, looking back at me one last time before he re-opened the door, leaving quickly.

 

It would be days before I realized what had happened.

 

I had sabotaged my own rescue.

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Life’s Hope
Life’s Series Book 2
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With the resolve of a child who had grown too much to return home, Seleah
stayed away from StPatrick’s complex for twelve years after her
devastating abduction and rescue from criminal mastermind Rochester’s
clutches. When her former lover and friend, Tomlin, calls with the
news of her beloved mentor’s demise, however, she decides to come
back to the school and her course is altered dramatically.


Tomlin can’t stand being away from Seleah any longer. He wants her, needs
her to return for good. His stupidity was almost his downfall. Now,
life has given him a second chance.
But with their reunion comes jealousy and hatred from an outside source,
threatening to kill them both and the new life they are seeking.
The pair must learn to accept each other once more; to heal wounds and
scars alike, and decide if their paths can really exist together
forever. Passion, sadness, violence, and the resiliency of love await
in Life’s Hope.
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I pulled away, knowing if I didn’t we would end up in a compromising situation. On the other hand, pulling the woman back into the pitch black hall and making love to her until she cried out my name did have a certain appeal. I shook my head as I dismissed the idea, watching Seleah’s face flush. I had forgotten that she, like StPatrick, possessed the talent of reading ones intentions. It was much more revealing than most people knew.

 

She inclined her head, “Another time?” I nodded and closed the panel, watching her from the darkness. Her words held a promise that I hoped was true. Now that I had regained a taste of her, my Seleah was like a drug, coursing through my veins, a disease, ravaging my every thought and making my body tingle.

 

That my mind only came up with negative comparisons I was well aware. I just couldn’t be sure yet if that was a good thing or not.

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By day Rebekah Raymond is simply Becca–Medical Claims Adjudicator,
Academic Strategist, wife and mother of two. By night, she is Rebekah
Raymond, Calgary writer of thriller/horror, romance, science fiction
and fantasy.
Raymond is the author of the thriller Life’s Defeat (Oct
2015) and
Life’s Hope (May 2016) with the third and fourth installments coming out in 2017.
Raymond is a proficient writer, working at her writing for 1-3 hours nightly.
She attributes her wildly disconnected plots and vivid characters to
automatic and dissociative writing.
She is a member of NaNoWriMo and the Alexandra Writers’ Centre Society.
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Love, Alchemy by Eden Ashley – Book Tour + #Giveaway

13/06/17

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Love, Alchemy
by Eden Ashley
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Suspense
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Daveigh Little is preparing for college, planning to leave behind the tiny
hick town she’s spent her entire life in once and for all. But
plagued by troubles at home and school, Daveigh makes a series of bad
choices that land her in hot water with a local kingpin. Suddenly,
people around her are dying and Daveigh finds herself on the
run.


And then there’s Ethan. Fresh out of the academy, Ethan Remington
represents the authority Daveigh has come to despise, but she is
inexplicably drawn to the handsome rookie of few words. From the
first moment she laid eyes on him, Daveigh knew Ethan was different.
She just didn’t realize how different. Reasons of his own have led
Ethan into the tangled strands of danger within the town of
Harpey…but those reasons aren’t nearly as mysterious as Ethan’s
origins or the irresistible passion between them.

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The rusted chains squeaked in rhythm with the swing’s low arc. Somewhere in the distance, a raven cawed. Leaves fluttered about in a crisp breeze, adding soft whispers to the existing melody. Davey sat and let momentum propel her higher, trying to quell the thunder inside her mind as she thought of how things used to be.

Palmer hadn’t taken her home. Davey would never allow that. Instead, he dropped her off at the old, abandoned home of a dead woman who everyone in town used to love. A trail in the backyard twisted through the woods for about a mile and then ended in Resting Pines, a trailer park containing over a dozen single-wide mobile homes all in desperate need of repair. Every day, just as dark started to fall, Davey abandoned her thoughts and the swing set to take the path to trailer number six.

“Hello.”

She hadn’t heard anyone walk up, so when the male voice called out the low greeting, Davey was startled. She turned around, saw the navy blue uniform, and almost bolted. Her eyes narrowed in recognition, but she didn’t relax. “No one’s breaking the law around here,” she said. “You can go away.”

The cop kept walking toward her. His mirrored aviators hung from his shirt pocket, so this time, Davey could see his eyes. They were a deep grey and reminded her of a sky considering a heavy rain. He was fairly tall. It was easy to see that his uniform hid a well-muscled body, one that probably looked damn hot naked. Had Remington not represented the type of authority Davey loathed, she might have considered him good-looking.

Losing interest, she turned in the swing. The cop was unwelcome, so Davey intended to ignore him. If he didn’t take the hint and go, she would. It was getting close to dark anyway.

Again, his voice broke through her thoughts. “What is a creeper?”

Davey started to spin around until she realized Remington was already in front of her. “Dude, what’s your problem?”

“As of right now, all systems are functioning normally.”

“You sound like a freaking robot.”

Laughing easily, Remington crouched down. It put him below eye-level, since she was still sitting in the swing. “Sorry.” He ran a hand through a high-fade of thick, dark brown hair. “I’m straight out of officer training. Before that it was military school. I may seem a bit stiff at times.”

Davey nodded slowly. “You’re a rookie.”

“Yes.”

“Great.” She pasted an unfriendly smile onto her face. “That’s exactly what this town needs.”

“I sense you are being sarcastic.”

“Wow. You’re probably going to make detective soon.”

For a moment, his brow creased in confusion. Then Remington looked away. Davey regretted making fun of him. He really didn’t seem like a bad guy. “Look,” she said, “it’s nothing personal. Today has just been kind of tough. That’s all.”

“Today has been rough for me as well. The department likes to have fun with the new kids.”

Glancing at the sky, Davey stood up. It was time to go. Officer Remington got to his feet as well. His grey eyes held her in place. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

She studied him for a long time. “A creeper is someone who does weird stuff like watch people sleep or bring up crazy stuff normal people wouldn’t talk about.”

He grinned. “Or stares at someone for extended periods of time?”

Maybe Remington wasn’t so clueless. Davey resisted the smile tugging at her mouth. “Yeah,” she replied shortly and started walking toward the trail.

“What’s your name?” he called.

Davey turned but kept walking backward. “If I meet you again, I’ll tell you.”

She had no idea she would see Officer Remington again before the night ended.

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After graduating first in her class at the University of Smartassery, Eden
moved to a small, sunny town in SC where thunderstorms have inspired
her best ideas. When not daydreaming about her next novel, Eden can
be found curled up with a musty old paperback and a cup of
coffee…or mired deeply in her next plot to take over the world. She
enjoys reading or watching anything with supernatural elements, so
writing paranormal and fantasy is a natural fit.


Her Amazon Bestselling series begins with DARK SIREN, a suspenseful
paranormal romance that possesses a unique mythology–having gained
praise from Publisher’s Weekly for it’s passion and complexity.
Banewolf, Blood Chained, and Primed Son complete the saga.
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Bound by Steel by Connie Lafortune – Book Tour + #Giveaway

08/06/17

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Bound By Steel
by Connie Lafortune
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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Lyra Harper
I was driving home to spend the holidays with my family.
But I lost control of my vehicle on an icy mountain road.
I slammed into a tree on the edge of Lake Lucerne.
I barely remember writing my name on the frosted windowpane.
The darkness had swallowed me whole.
I spiraled toward oblivion.
When I awoke from the gloom
I found myself in an old log cabin
With the devil’s eyes piercing fiercely into mine.
Ryker Steel
Up until four days ago, my life was tedious and tiresome.
Until, I rescued a dainty girl with golden hair and hazel eyes.
She looks just like the one I’m trying to forget.
Now my life has turned upside down and inside out.
You see, I inadvertently revealed my true identity.
Now, she can never leave.
We will live in hell, until we take our last breaths, together.
Lyra was the one who insisted on playing the game.
But I have a gut feeling, I will be the one to lose…
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why she loves writing romance novels. She wants to create a story
based on strong, believable characters. One’s that will make you
laugh, cry and feel every emotion under the sun. Connie wants to
leave you breathless and begging for more…
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CIN Series, Limited Edition Bundle by Christina Leigh Pritchard – Promo Tour + #Giveaway

08/06/17

 

CIN
Series

Limited
Edition Bundle

Christina
Leigh Pritchard

Genre: Paranormal/Romantic
Suspense
Publisher: Lotus Books
Date of Publication: 1/28/17
ASIN: B01NAYCAN7
Number of pages: 398
Word Count: 117,469
Cover Artist: Michelle Monique
Tagline: “Lynn, Lynn, the City of
Sin. You Never Come Out the Way You Went In.”

Book Description:

LIMITED EDITION BUNDLE!
This offer will not be online once book
three is released. This bundle will disappear forever on 6/12/17.
Now, you can own the limited edition
of both CIN and TRAITOR, plus deleted scenes!
Get ready for Ally’s Secret, book
three! Order the bundle (for free) and email the author your receipt through
the newsletter http://www.christinaleighpritchard.com
and get all 12 short stories FREE (plus the free bonus stories given through
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Book
One

The
Doctor said I should be dead.
My
heart beat furiously. I looked up at the flashes of lightning in the sky. Yes,
I should be dead.
Why
wasn’t I?
Seventeen-year-old Lisa Brown’s
life is falling apart. First, her mother and father divorce, then their house
forecloses and now, her mother has decided to commit herself to a psychiatric
hospital.
If that weren’t enough, she must leave
sunny south Florida to attend a boarding school full of geniuses in cold, Lynn,
Massachusetts. The city where the locals chant “Lynn, Lynn, city of sin; you
never come out the way you went in.”
And, they aren’t kidding. Lisa
must live in a tiny shack with two strange teenagers, a dog named Pig who
growls when you look at him and a cat named Rat. “Mind the cat,” everyone says.
What the heck is wrong with this place?
Lisa thinks she’s landed in her
own house of horrors with the anti-social Alex and his facetious sister Ally.
But, the real drama begins the day she is struck by lightning…
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Traitor

Book
Two

Lisa thinks she knows everything
about her new life. She can deal with the boundaries and even being torn away
from her family. But Alex withheld more than she ever expected. Like, what
happens when you lose control? How about when you begin to realize just how
trapped you are? He leaves out a lot of stuff about himself too. He doesn’t
mention the dangers of some of the others—or of what she herself can do…
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Book
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nine in wide ruled spiral notebooks (which were supposed to be used for class)
and in the various diaries she kept. Stories she wrote from age nine to twelve
fill about four storage boxes!
Since she’s upgraded to a
computer, she’s completed over fifty books and still going strong. Her genres
include dark fantasy, young adult, drama, suspense, historical romance,
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Beyond Reason by Kay Martin – Book Tour + #Giveaway

07/06/17

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Beyond Reason
by Kat Martin
Genre: Suspense, Thriller
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New York Times bestselling author Kat Martin raises chills as danger stalks a woman determined
to make it in a man’s world . . .
Five weeks ago Carly Drake stood at her grandfather’s grave. Now she’s
burying Drake Trucking’s top driver, and the cops have no leads on
the hijacking or murder. Faced with bankruptcy, phone threats and the
fear of failure, Carly has to team up with the last man she wants to
owe—Lincoln Cain.
Cain is magnetic, powerful, controlling—and hiding more than one secret.
He promised Carly’s granddad he’d protect her. The old man took a
chance on him when he was nothing but a kid with a record, and now
he’s the multi-millionaire owner of a rival firm.
But Linc’s money can’t protect Carly from the men who’ll do
anything to shut her down, or the secrets behind Drake Trucking. If
she won’t sell out, the only way to keep her safe is to keep her
close . . . and fight like hell.
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The clerk walked up to the counter, gray-haired and slightly bent.  Daisy Johnson had worked at the sheriff’s office since Linc was a kid.

“Well, if it ain’t Lincoln Cain,” she said.  “I saw in the paper a few years back you’d bought the old Blackland Ranch, but last I heard, you were stayin’ out of trouble.”

Linc grinned.  The old woman was a pistol.  “I do my best, Miss Daisy.”  He turned.  “This is Carly Drake, Joe Drake’s granddaughter.”

“Hello, Daisy,” Carly said.  “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You, too.  Your granddaddy was a real good man.”

“Thank you.  Yes, he was.”

“We need to talk to the sheriff about the Hernandez murder,” Linc said.

Daisy’s face wrinkled into a frown.  “Bad business, that.  I’ll tell Sheriff Howler you’re here.”

The shuffle of boots drew their attention.  “No need, Daisy–I got eyes.”  Howler ambled out of his office, tipped up his chin as a signal to Linc.  “You want to talk, you and the little lady come on back.”

Linc caught the stiffness that crept into Carly’s shoulders.  Looked like Joe’s granddaughter was going to get along with the sheriff about as well as Linc and her grandpa had.  If they weren’t there to find a killer, he might have smiled.

They followed Howler into his office and he sat down in the chair behind his desk.  “What can I do for you?”

Carly spoke up.  “I want to know what you’re doing to find the men who murdered Miguel Hernandez.”

Howler leaned forward across his desk.  “Don’t get yourself in a fret.  We’re gonna find ‘em.  Just takes time.  This ain’t San Francisco, little lady.”  He flashed Cain a sneer.  “It ain’t Dallas, neither.  Our deputies have been out there asking questions, following up leads.  But nobody saw nothin’ and there ain’t no sign of the truck.”

“What about the crime scene?” Linc asked.  “Surely some kind of forensic evidence turned up where the body was found.”

Howler shook his head.  “Just because you spent time behind bars, don’t make you an expert on the law.”

Linc ignored a shot of irritation.  He and Howler had a history and it wasn’t a good one.  His gaze went to Carly.  No surprise in those big blue eyes.  Clearly, she had done her homework before he’d shown up for yesterday’s meeting.  She knew he’d been in prison but instead of disapproval, she was glaring at the sheriff.

“There’s no need for you to be rude, Sheriff Howler.  Mr. Cain asked you a question that deserves an answer.  I’d like to hear it myself.”

Howler grunted.  “Truth is, we didn’t find much of anything.  The morning Hernandez’s body was discovered, it had rained off and on during the night.  Any DNA evidence was washed away.”

Linc thought of the detective he had hired.  He wanted answers.  He didn’t figure he’d get them from Howler and so far he was right.

“Who found him?” Carly asked.

“Man and his wife driving back to Dallas from a visit to their folks in Texarkana.  They’d pulled off to the side of the road to let their dog out to take a leak.  Dog must have scented the body on the other side of the road.  Hernandez had been dead a while by then.”

Carly glanced away.

“What’s the coroner give for time of death?” Linc asked.

“Between eleven and one a.m.  You can talk to Doc Bradshaw yourself if you’d like.”

“Consuelo said she got a phone call from Miguel about eleven,” Carly said.  “He was fueling up at a truck stop a few miles south of Dallas.  He told her he’d be home a little after midnight.”

“Seventy miles to Iron Springs from Dallas,” Linc said.  “No traffic that time of night.  Looks like the coroner got it right.”

The sheriff picked up a pen on his desk and began to click it open and closed.  “I know you want those bastards caught and so do I.  But standing here jawing about it ain’t gonna help.  I need to get back to work.”

Carly ignored him.  “From the start, you’ve assumed there was more than one hijacker.  Why is that?”

“Found traces of where a vehicle had been parked in front of the body.  We think Hernandez pulled over to the side of the road behind the car, someone pretending to have engine trouble.  He got out and walked up to the vehicle.  Whoever it was, shot him, stole the truck and drove away.  Since the car was gone, too, someone else had to have been driving it.”

“I’d like to take a look at the reports,” Linc said. “Coroner’s, deputies’, any statements that were taken, everything you’ve got.”

The sheriff came out of his chair.  “That ain’t gonna happen.  You got no business in this and that’s the way it’s gonna stay.”

Linc clenched his teeth to keep from saying something he’d regret.

Carly walked up to the desk, leaned over and got right in Howler’s face.  “Miguel Hernandez worked for me, Sheriff.  That makes his death my business.  I want to see those reports.”

The sheriff’s jaw went tight.  “Now listen here, little lady–“

“My name is Carly or you can call me Ms. Drake.”  Those big blue eyes were spitting fire.  Linc could almost see Joe’s blood pumping through her veins.

“If you don’t want more trouble than you’ve already got,” she said, “you’ll let me see those files.”

Howler’s face went beet red.  “All right, fine.  As a courtesy–and so you’re satisfied there ain’t nothing there–I’ll let you see what’s in the files.”

“I can pick the information up or you can drop it off at my office whenever it’s ready.  Just call and let me know.”  Carly turned and started walking.  “Have a good day, Sheriff.”

They crossed the office together.  Linc opened the door, then followed her out of the building, over to her truck.

“I know you want answers,” he said.  “So do I.  But murder can be a dangerous business.  Be better if you didn’t get involved.”

“I don’t trust Howler to do the job.”

“Neither do I.  Which is why I’ve hired a private investigator to look into the case.  His name’s Ross Townsend.  He’s worked for me before so I know he’s good.”

“Has he found anything yet?”

“Not yet, but he’s just getting started.  Call me when you get those files.  Look them over, then I’ll take a look.  Maybe one of us will see something the sheriff missed.”

“All right.  But in exchange I expect you to tell me what your investigator finds out.”

Linc shook his head.  “Like I said, Carly, you need to stay out of this.”

She cocked a hand on her hip and looked up at him.  “By now you must realize that isn’t going to happen.”

Irritation warred with amusement.  Amusement won out.  “Yeah, I guess I do.”  Another of Joe’s traits–she was just as bullheaded.  Joe wouldn’t want her involved, but the determined set of her jaw said even Joe wouldn’t have been able to stop her.

Linc jerked open her pickup door and Carly climbed in behind the wheel.

The engine started.  He watched the pickup pull onto the road, heading back to Drake Trucking.  He checked his watch.  Forty-five minutes till his conference call on the tire re-building plant he was trying to open just east of Pleasant Hill.  He didn’t have time to think of Carly Drake and he didn’t want to.

He couldn’t deny he was attracted to her, all that sexy blond hair and a body that made a man want to strip her down and take her a dozen different ways.

He knew why Joe had never mentioned him to her over the years.  He’d been a hell-raiser even after prison.  Nothing illegal by then, but he’d liked to party and he’d liked beautiful women.  And he’d had plenty of them.  Still did.

Joe had wanted someone special for Carly.  He hadn’t wanted an ex-con taking advantage of his granddaughter.

But things were different now.  Joe had trusted Linc with Carly’s welfare and that meant keeping her safe.

Even from him.

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bestselling author of sixty-five books across multiple genres.
Sixteen million copies are in print and she has been published in
twenty-one foreign countries, including Japan, France, Argentina,
Greece, China, and Spain. Her books have been nominated for the
prestigious RITA award and won both the Lifetime Achievement and
Reviewer’s Choice Awards from RT Book Reviews.
A resident of Missoula, Montana, Kat is
a graduate of the University of California at Santa Barbara, where
she majored in Anthropology and also studied History. She and her
author husband, L.J. Martin, spend their winters in Ventura,
California. She is currently writing her next Romantic Suspense.
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Escape by Belle Ami – Spotlight Promo + #Giveaway

04/06/17

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A Mossad agent falls for a kidnapped American girl. He’s ordered to blow his cover and escape from Iran with her. If he fails—his orders are to kill her.

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Author:  Belle Ami

Title:      Escape

Series:   Tip of the Spear, Book 1

Final Word Count:  77,016

Genre:   Romantic Suspense, Political Thriller, Sexy

 

About book

Escape, a sexy romantic thriller with a focus on the dangers of a nuclearized Middle East.

When Harvard student, Layla Rose Wallace and her Saudi boyfriend are kidnapped in Dubai and taken to Iran, a deep-cover Mossad agent is activated and given a mission. He is ordered to either get Layla out of Iran, or if failing that—kill her.

Cyrus Hassani is an assistant to the deputy director of Oghab2, Iran’s secretive intel organization with authority over their nuclear ambitions; he is a Mossad mole, gorgeous, sexy, and dangerous.

Fiery, auburn-haired, Layla Wallace is an art history doctoral candidate at Harvard, when on vacation she and her Saudi boyfriend are kidnapped in Dubai and taken to Tehran. As the daughter of a renowned nuclear physicist, she is a perfect target for blackmail. Layla’s kidnapping is about to create an international incident and blow Cyrus’s carefully constructed cover to smithereens.

When Cyrus first lays eyes on the feisty redhead he knows he’s in trouble. When they are running for their lives, he’s fighting not only a powerful adversary who’s vowed to destroy him for his treason, but an impossible attraction to a woman he’s struggling to resist and protect.

Their escape from Iran seems impossible as all routes close, with their hunters in hot pursuit. Cyrus must overcome not only deadly assassins, but the passions that have lain dormant within his cold heart from years of living as a spy.

Can Cyrus and Layla survive and escape from Iran? Can a spy and a student find love? Time is running out.

 

Excerpt

Layla bolted upright, gasping for air. The nightmare of being drugged and abducted had vividly replayed in her dream. Her face and ribs ached. She looked around the unfamiliar room. How did I get here? Her last memory was of driving in the Range Rover with Superman. Panic filled her. Zamir? Where is Zamir? I wonder if his father has started negotiating for our release. Have they notified my father? Does Zamir even know I’ve left the prison? I need to get a message to him; maybe the man with the green eyes will help me? Her mind spun with a million questions.

Determined, she rose from the bed. She would ask Superman for help. She crept out of the bedroom suite and tiptoed down the stairs. The fragrance of cooking meat and spices awakened pangs of hunger. She was starving. She followed the aroma to the kitchen. Superman, in an apron, stood over a stove stirring a pot. He dipped a wooden spoon into the pot and tasted the stew. “Hmm” Seemingly satisfied, he placed the lid on the pot.

“It smells delicious. What is it?”

He whirled around in surprise, his hand instinctively reaching for his holstered gun. “You scared the hell out of me.” He relaxed, smiling at her. “It’s called Fesenjan. It’s a traditional Persian stew made with pomegranate, chicken, walnuts, onions, saffron, cinnamon and a pinch of sugar. Are you hungry?”

“Starved. Who taught you to cook?”

“My mother. This should be ready soon. Why don’t you sit down?”

“My mother’s dead.”

“So is mine.”

They stared at each other, taken aback by each other’s candid answer.

Layla swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. “I have a million questions. I hardly know where to start.”

Cyrus pulled out a chair for her at the kitchen table. “Start at the beginning.”

She sat, folding her hands in front of her. “What’s your name? I can’t very well call you Superman.”

“Superman?” He shook his head, perplexed.

“In my mind, I’ve been calling you Superman—the way you rescued me from that guard. You swooped in like a superhero.”

The dimple in his chin hollowed out with his smile. She dropped her eyes in embarrassment, thinking, He’s way too good looking. Every time he smiles, my heart does somersaults.

“I like that.” The dimple in his chin grew even deeper with his broadening grin, and his green eyes gleamed with amusement.

“What?” Be still my heart. A smile like his could bring a woman to her knees. Not good, Layla. Don’t fall for the bait. He’s the enemy. “Oh, for God’s sake, please tell me your name.”

“Cyrus Hassani at your service. I am thirty-two.” He bowed his head. “What would you like to know about me? Unlike you Americans, I don’t have a Social Security card.”

She found his amusement annoying. She didn’t like being toyed with. “Mr. Hassani, I seem to be beholden to you. You might consider telling me a little about yourself so that I might have an idea of who I’m dealing with.”

Cyrus rubbed the shadow of beard on his face. “I hold a degree in nuclear physics from the University of Paris and a law degree from the Imam Mohammad Bagher University here in Tehran. I was conscripted by the Ministry of Intelligence and Security when I graduated university, and since then I have risen to the rank of attaché to an important man. My assignment is to keep you safe from all harm until your release. How am I doing?”

“Good, you’re doing well. That wasn’t so hard, was it? Although, I must say it sounded like the kind of recitation you’d give if you were captured by the enemy.”

His laughter filled the room. “I suppose the presentation might have seemed a bit canned. Now tell me, have I passed the first hurdle with you? May I call you Layla? Have I gained your trust enough for us to be on a first name basis?”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Cyrus. I appreciate your candor, and I’m grateful for your rescue. I guess you are a superman of sorts. I still have a lot more questions. I think first names will make this easier for both of us. Please, call me Layla.”

“Shoot, Layla.”

“My boyfriend, Zamir, and I were abducted from Dubai. His father, Omar Kamel, is a wealthy Saudi businessman. I’m sure he’s begun negotiating for our release. I want to know how Zamir is, and can you tell me how much longer we’ll have to be here?”

Cyrus looked at his watch. “Zamir is fine. In fact, he should be getting on a private jet right about now on his way to Saudi Arabia and his family.”

Layla felt the blood drain from her face. Tears welled in her eyes, tracing a path down her cheek. “I don’t understand. I’m supposed to be on that jet with him. He would never leave without me

Cyrus’s voice remained even, if not a little compassionate. “I’m sorry, Layla, but he did. Don’t think too poorly of him. He had no choice. His father made no effort to include you in the negotiation. You could not possibly believe an Arab family would open their arms to you, an American Jew. He’s a boy. None of this is in his control.” As an afterthought, he added, “If it’s any comfort, I’m sure he’s as devastated as you.”

Layla stared at Cyrus, trying to process what he said. Taking a breath, she wiped her tears away. I should have known better. I’ve been a fool, a child. She stared at her folded hands, trying to catch up with her thoughts. The realization she’d been left to fend for herself dawned on her. You come from a long line of fighters, she told herself. Your grandparents are Holocaust survivors. It’s time to become who you really are. Facing the truth strengthened her resolve. Looks like you’re going to have to find your own way out of this.

She tried to fathom her situation, thoughts racing. Cyrus stared at her, his sexy eyes filled with compassion. She returned his stare as if seeing him for the first time. Is he a friend or a foe? It occurred to her that the flipping gorgeous hunk of a man who sat across from her might be her only chance out of Iran. It was not in her DNA to use people, but under the circumstances, this man might be her only way out. She looked down at her hands as she tried to devise a plan.

When she looked up, she found Cyrus studying her. She blushed. “I guess that’s all the questions I have for now. I really am hungry, though.”

“Good. Then let’s eat.”

She found herself unable to resist. “I hope Superman can cook as well as he comes to the rescue of damsels in distress.”

“Be sure to let me know what career I’m better suited to, cooking or taking down bad guys.”

“Right now, I’m hoping it’s cooking you excel at.”

“Actually, my greatest skill set is in the bedroom.” His piercing green eyes dared her to look away.

Layla’s cheeks burned, and he doubled over in laughter.

“I… I beg your pardon?”

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist, Layla. You’re quite pretty when you blush.”

 

author

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Tema Merback writing as Belle Ami believes “Dreams do come true”.  As a mother and wife, she dedicated herself to her family and loved every minute of it. One day, like Sleeping Beauty, she awoke to find gourmet cooking and being a classical pianist wasn’t enough, she needed to reinvent herself. So, she brushed away the cobwebs and locked herself in a room and spent a year writing a historical novel which, low and behold, was a Finalist for a national book award. Her first author incarnation was born.

When she read Fifty Shades of Grey, her world tilted. Like a laser beam focusing on a target, she had found her passion: Sexy, steamy, romantic suspense. Hence came a second incarnation and a fitting nom de plume, Belle Ami. A quote that Belle considers her mantra is by Wilferd Peterson, “Success is focusing the full power of all you are on what you have a burning desire to achieve.”

She is a Kathryn McBride scholar of Bryn Mawr College in Pennsylvania. She lives in California with her husband, two children, three dogs, and horse.

She is the author of The Only One series, The One (#1), and The One & More (#2). Her third in the series titled One More Time is Not Enough, was published July 13th, 2016. She was honored to be included in the RWA LARA Christmas Anthology Holiday Ever After featuring her short story The Christmas Encounter. Her next series entitled The Tip of the Spear begins with Escape, published January 10, 2017. The sequel to Escape, entitled Vengeance, is being edited now and will be released in 2017.

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Strawberries by Casey Bartsch – Book Tour + #Giveaway

30/05/17

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Strawberries
by Casey Bartsch
Genre: Thriller, Suspense
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Strawberries is the name he has been given.

When they let him out, they had no way of knowing what he was. A
psychopath. A killer. The body count is at twenty already, and there
doesn’t seem to be an end in sight. Agent Harry Bland can’t see
one anyway. He doesn’t have a single clue to go on. It doesn’t
help that his mind won’t focus. His heart just isn’t in it
anymore.
Half way across the country, Sylvia is in a different state of mind. When
she isn’t selling sex to the rich, she is doing her best to
disappear. She lives a life of assumed names, one night stands, and a
constant stream of narcotics.
Sylvia has heard of Strawberries. Of course she has. So has everyone who has
turned on the television or surfed the net. Yet, she has no way of
knowing just how much his life will affect hers.
Seedy hotels, cross country truckers looking for the meaning of life,
homemade pie, a reporter with her own secret agenda, obscenely
expensive champagne, and plenty of spilled blood await our cast. But
make sure to read fast…..Strawberries has killed number 21.
A little Koontz, a splash of Palahniuk, and a pinch of Robbins.
Strawberries is sure to make you wince as well as smile.
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Casey Bartsch lives in a tiny Texas town called Belton. He has yet to meet
any of his neighbors, or travel farther than the grocery store. He
doesn’t eat healthy foods, and is therefore a bit rotund. His
girlfriend loves him anyway, and that works out well.


Casey often struggles to find the time to write. That is a lie. The time is
plentiful. He just has a hard time choosing to write when other, less
mentally taxing activities are available. He feels a great deal of
regret each time he makes this wrong choice.
Casey spends an obscene amount of time trying to figure out why people do
what they do, why he does what he does, and how long it might take
before the world implodes in on itself and leaves him stranded on a
small rock floating through the emptiness of space.
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Win a custom art print, winner chooses scheme, colors, etc!
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Follow the tour HERE!
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