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The Truth Will Out by Karen J Mossman – Book Tour + #Giveaway

24/03/17

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by Karen J Mossman
Genre: Thriller, Suspense
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Kelly needs to escape from her abusive and controlling boyfriend, but she’s
terrified to leave. She’s then given a chance to start a fresh, but
is the cost for her freedom too high?
Sarah is happy in her life. She has a dream job and a perfect roommate. But
when a brick is thrown through the window, followed by a letter
containing razor blades, her life starts to spin out of control.
Detective Ryan Andrews is on the case and the two quickly form a
close bond.
Will Kelly pay that price for freedom? Can Sarah’s secret past be kept
from Ryan?
In the end The Truth Will Out.
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“How’s the yoga going?” Dave asked, having watched her practice in the garden.

“Good. I like it.”

“You go to that retreat, don’t you?” he added.

Kelly’s heart dropped as Johnny suddenly looked up. “What retreat?”

“The one down the back road over Forsham way,” Dave volunteered, not realising this was the first Johnny had heard of it.

“I hadn’t told you because I didn’t think you’d be interested,” she lied.

“Since when do you keep things to yourself? Of course, I’m interested.”

Dave stood up, aware that he had caused a little trouble. “Sorry, I didn’t realise it was a secret. I’m gonna get showered and burn these clothes. Get the stink of pig off me.”

Pete stood too. “Yeah, thanks for the coffee, I’ve got some stuff I need to be doing.”

That left her and Johnny looking at one another. “Tell me about this retreat?” he said as the door closed.

“There is nothing to tell, really. I came across it one day and liked what I saw. I go a couple times a week. The rest of the time I practise in the garden. I just need something for myself, Johnny.”

“You don’t need anything more than what I provide for you.”

She sighed. “I know, generally, it is enough, but I want to stay healthy and looking good for you. It’s important to me too.”

“I don’t like you keeping anything from me. I like to know exactly what goes on in my organisation. You know that. It’s the only way I can control everything.”

“It’s not part of your organisation. It’s just something I like to do.”

“You are part of it. You play an integral part of it. I’m the one who says what’s good for you, K, not you. So, tell me more about this retreat and let me decide.”

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Karen J Mossman comes from a family of journalists with her grandfather and
uncle having been newspaper editors. Further back a 2x grandfather
wrote for his local paper and also published a book based on those
articles. Karen is the only one to go into fiction.
Two of her novels are romantic suspense and one is a thriller. She also
has three themed short story collections.
Karen is also an avid blogger and book reviewer, “It’s especially
important to me to have feedback from my readers, so please leave a
review when you have read one of my books.”
Karen lives on the beautiful Isle of Anglesey off the North Wales coast
with her husband and elderly Yorkshire terrier. She has two grown up
children, who were both born on the same day, two years apart.
“I enjoy writing in different genres and you can see some of my shorter
stories on my website.”
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Burned Kimberley Patterson – Release Tour + #Giveaway

16/03/17

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Burned
By Kimberley Patterson
Genre: Suspense, Mystery
Pay attention to the signs that are all around you,” Sarah’s mother
used to say. Sarah never listened until her world turned upside down
in the wake of her mother’s death. When sifting through the fiery
ashes, signs begin to appear, giving her the feeling that the
accident was less of an accident and more of foul play. While Sarah
struggles to understand the images haunting her dreams, she finds
herself losing a grip on reality.
Based on true events, Sarah unravels the mystery surrounding her mother’s
death, and, in doing so, uncovers an internal darkness capable of
murder.
Horses were one of my first loves, and writing soon followed. As a child, I
spent hours writing poems, and short stories (about horses). My
parents realized that I was horse-obsessed and decided to buy me one
after taking riding lessons for two years. I think they hoped that
all of the hard work, and hours spent mucking stalls would help me
give up this expensive hobby. They were wrong. Writing is still a
passion of mine, although now I primarily write fiction. My first
novel, Red Rock, was published in 2010, and big surprise, there are
horses in it. My second novel, The Three Month Plan was released
August 2013.
Other Loves: My family, yoga, skincare and makeup, sushi, and raising money
for pediatric cancer. I have two rescue dogs and would have more if
there weren’t zoning restrictions. I’m always trying something
new, as I tend to get bored very easily. Thankfully, my love of
driving around with the gas light on fuels some excitement. I love
novels with happy endings, and am a hopeful romantic. My latest
obsession is browsing Netflix, and I can name all 50 states in
alphabetical order in under 30 seconds. Do I feel a wager coming on?
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Dirty Deeds by A J Nuest – Book Tour + #Giveaway

03/03/17

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DIRTY DEEDS
by AJ Nuest
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Genre: Romantic Suspense
Pub Date: 1/31/2017
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An Eye for an Eye
As owner of Dirty Deeds, a tech-savvy company
specializing in the age-old art of revenge, Eden Smith knows
first-hand that secrecy is critical. But when a dead body washes up
on the shores of Lake Michigan clutching her business card, Eden’s
well-constructed world begins to fall apart. Apparently, she’s not
the only one with a passion for payback, and staying alive to
outsmart a killer has become her most important job of all.
A Game for a Game
Hardened homicide detective Kelly Riordan is
convinced Eden Smith is hiding more than she’s willing to admit.
Years on the force have taught him that nothing is what it seems, and
that couldn’t be truer than when it comes to investigating the
alluring owner of a revenge-for-hire business. But revealing her past
could put everything Eden has worked for in jeopardy. And trusting a
man like Riordan goes against the very instincts that have kept her
alive this long.
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in Northwest Indiana with her loving husband, two beautiful children,
and a bevy of spoiled pets. Her four-part serial fantasy romance, The
Golden Key Chronicles
, was recently named the RONE Time Travel
Romance of 2015 by InD’tale Magazine, and her contemporary romantic
comedy, She’s Got Dibs, won First Place in the Heartland Romance Author’s
Show Me the Spark! Contest, 2013. For more please visit her
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The Empty Room by Sarah J. Clemens – Book Tour + #Giveaway

02/03/17

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The Empty Room
by Sarah J Clemens
Genre: Psychological Suspense, Thriller, Mystery
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Rain soaked and dreary, it was a 1901 abandoned Victorian that newlyweds
Dean and Elizabeth Montgomery hoped would fulfill their dreams of a
new start in life, even if the town of Eastbrook, Maine was nestled
under a constant blanket of fog.
The first neighbor the couple meets dashes those hopes when he raises a
bizarre question: what happened to the last person who lived in their
house? A cryptic question, but nothing to worry about. At least not
until the couple looked under the floorboards inside the house.
Under mounting pressure from the residents of Eastbrook to stop questioning
the past, Dean and Elizabeth are driven deeper into the history of
the house, the town, and their neighbors. When the couple discovers
what happened in Eastbrook, keeping the secret could save their
lives, but uncovering the truth might be worth the risk.
What happened inside The Empty Room is a mystery until the last page. A
gripping psychological suspense, the story takes readers on a
cat-and-mouse game where some secrets are better off hidden.
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The two were quite uncertain as to why it seemed so difficult to step inside the room. They

had trampled across every inch of the house and looked through the belongings of a man they had never met, but felt as though they were intruding to even stand outside the door of an empty room.

Dean was a problem solver though and had finally settled on a way to get over that feeling.

As he stood behind Elizabeth, just outside of the door frame, and with his coffee cup still in one hand, he put the palm of his hand on her back and gave a strong push.

She stumbled awkwardly into the room.

“There,” he said proudly as he took a sip. “What do you think?”

“I think that you’re going to have a hard time sleeping tonight,” she replied.

He found it ironic that he had already weighed that possibility before he shoved her, and had still decided to do so. He smiled. “I’m good with that.”

He took a few faltering steps behind her before taking a deep breath and stepping inside

completely. They both looked around and identified the same exact features they had seen the first time they stood outside the door: an entirely empty room with a sheer white curtain covering the only window, now with a new perspective standing inside.

Compared to the rest of the rooms in the house, this room was small. It had a closet on the

left wall and the window on the back wall, which looked out into the backyard. There was

nothing special or unique about the room, except this one wasn’t crammed to the ceiling with personal touches.

Dean and Elizabeth stared at each other as though competing for a prize in a contest, when Dean’s concentration fixated on something else. She followed the direction of his eyes to the wall behind her which had abruptly claimed his attention.

He had only stepped a few feet inside of the room when he eyed something on the east wall behind his wife. As he walked around her, she turned to look. He still clenched his coffee cup tightly in his left hand but reached up his right hand and ran his palm along the wall. Elizabeth stood in silence behind him and waited for an explanation. His hand paused in areas and then continued up and down until he reached the corner of the room.

The wallpaper, which was striped with thick bands of blue and slender bands of green, had

stolen his concept of the English language, and he ignored his wife’s persistent calling of his name.

“Dean? Dean. Dean!” she insisted without a response from him. She approached him from

behind and grabbed ahold of his shoulder and shook him.

He stumbled back upon reality long enough to mumble, “What is that?” he said, half dazed.

Elizabeth’s curiosity had remained occupied on her husband’s behavior until she too caught sight of what he had been eyeing. Covered by the blue and green wallpaper was the faint and somewhat abstract outline of something beneath the paper.

“Go get me something to get this wallpaper down.” The sound of his voice was urgent. He

sat his coffee up on the window sill and ran both hands along the wall.

Elizabeth froze for a moment before turning toward the door. She had just reached the hall

when he called out, “Hey, wait. Look at this. It peels off.”

She turned sharply on her heel and headed back toward him.

“Here, can you help me with this? I’ll grab the top corner,” he said.

Each gripping a piece of wallpaper, they slowly pulled back the sun-faded sheets as it wilted off the wall. The persistent rain and wet weather, along with a poorly insulated window would make for some mold problems later on down the road, but for now, it made the process of removing wallpaper move at a much more rapid speed, and with their joint efforts the paper pulled cleanly off the wall.

The two stood with the now crinkled wallpaper clutched in their hands. Dean released his

grip and dropped the ball of paper. He took a step back from the freshly unveiled wall.

“What on…” Elizabeth’s mouth gaped open and she seemed faced with the same loss of

speech that her husband had experienced moments ago.

The wall, originally painted a now-faded yellow color, was splattered in red. Dean reclaimed the step that he sacrificed an instant earlier and squinted at the wall. The two had questioned the intentions of a man who would leave everything he owned behind and they had possibly found the answer, but now, the question shifted to whether or not they wanted to know.

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Sarah J. Clemens is the author of the debut mystery novel, The Empty Room.
She started writing The Empty Room in 2008 and formed her own imprint
in 2016 called Off the Page Publishing.
She started out her professional career working as a news assistant for
her local newspaper before finding a passion for the law and pursued
an education in criminal justice. In addition to writing fiction, she
is also a legal assistant with an Associate of Arts and a Bachelor of
Science in Criminal Justice with an emphasis in Human Services.
Sarah was born in California and now lives and works in Boise, Idaho. She
has the same sarcastic sense of humor as the characters in her books,
and she has an unparalleled love for animals.
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The Girl at the Bar by Nicholas Nash – Book Tour + #Giveaway

15/02/17

The Girl at the Bar
By Nicholas Nash
Genre: Thriller, Suspense, Mystery
Rebecca, a brilliant cancer researcher, disappears after a one-night stand
with a neurotic man with a questionable past.
Her sudden disappearance in the midst of a high-stakes quest to cure
cancer between two rival billionaires sets into motion an
inexplicable chain of events as the bodies start to pile up.
No one knows why she disappeared. The race to find answers ensnares
everyone around her, one of whom is a deeply disturbed psychopath
lurking in the shadows.
Is Rebecca still alive? What happened to her? Who did it? And why?
Questions about her vex everyone looking for answers. No one can be
trusted and no one is above suspicion…

Please join Quill & Ink Book Tours in supporting Nicholas Nash’s debut release,

The Girl at the Bar.

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Nicholas Nash is the exciting new author of The Girl At The Bar, a
psychological thriller about the mysterious disappearance of a
brilliant cancer researcher and the quest to find what happened to
her. Nicholas resides in the concrete jungle of Manhattan in New York
City with his wife and three children and enjoys every moment of it.
An accomplished finance professional, he has a passion for reading
fiction and non-fiction books which inspired him to write an
intriguing thriller. Nicholas hopes you enjoy his work.
Nicholas can be reached at:
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Sunset Reads by D.C. Triana – Book Tour + #Giveaway

06/02/17

Sunset Reads: William & Cristina
A Sunset Reads Novel Book 1
by D.C. Triana
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Within the doors of Sunset Reads William Jameson has come home to take over
his mother’s New York publishing house after her death. He’s
ready to turn things around when an electrifying encounter with the
company’s sexy bestselling author makes him change his priorities
to more sensual plans. While his cruel stepfather has decided he
wants control of the company, William tries to remain focused as
images of soft brown eyes and sensual lips continue to keep him up at
night.
Cristina Cruz suddenly finds herself with part ownership of Sunset Reads. Not
only has the previous owner left her with part of the publishing
house, but also at the mercy of her son William, the company’s
handsome new CEO, who seems to be determined to drive her crazy. Not
only is he annoyingly attractive, but his alluring blue eyes continue
to send shivers down her spine. Working side by side with him becomes
all the more torturous as his enticing looks and their heated
encounters send her senses reeling.
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Opening the door slowly she peeked her head in. “Mr. Jameson, Miss Cruz is here to see you.”

“Yes, yes, I was expecting her eventually.”

Cristina walked through the door, feeling confident in herself and her work. “Were you now?”

He stood up and his long lean body stretched out to enhance every muscle beneath his fitted, black suit. Her confidence suddenly managed to waver and she took in a deep breath and found a way to compose herself. She stood straighter and forced herself to act professional.

Stop ogling him Cristina, he is the enemy and you are a renowned author, get your shit together! She forced herself to look at the deep blue eyes that had been so rude to her moments before.

He stood in front of her, his hand outreached. “Sorry about before Miss Cruz. It truly is a pleasure to meet my favorite author.”

Cristina stood there, staring at this sexy god, not knowing whether to slap him or drape herself around him. She blinked twice, and grabbed his hand in a strong shake. Electricity poured through every cell of her body as his warm hand enveloped hers. She told herself to remember to breathe. “So, you are Mr. Jameson. I’m sorry, but all I know of you, is your last name.”

Cristina’s thoughts went back to her romance novels, when the heroine meets the man of her dreams and everything goes perfectly well, and she knows exactly what to say and how to react… Well, it’s not true. It usually goes down right sour, even though his hand feels warm and strong and he drips sexiness and charm.

He laughed at her comment, an almost unrealistic sound that would send tingles down the spine of any hot blooded woman. “Yes well, you wouldn’t know me. You are far too important to notice a man like myself unless you considered reading Forbes Magazine and Business Journal every once in awhile.”

Was that a quip? She smirked. “I suppose if those matters intrigued me, I would know you. Yet, if you were that important you would have not only been mentioned, but written one of those articles yourself.”

He laughed again. “You are everything Adele said you would be and more.” He let go of her hand, taking its warmth with him. “Please, have a seat.” He walked back to his desk and hit the intercom. “Miss Arias, if you would please be so kind to bring in two coffees, I take mine black. Miss Cruz?”

“No thank you Daisy, I’ll just be a minute,” she answered, averting his gaze by focusing on the intercom in front of her.

He sat down, unbuttoning his suit jacket and leaning forward giving her a glimpse of a strong, tanned neckline and well-developed muscles. She stared for a moment and then blinked trying to glance around the office instead of at him.

“What can I help you with today, Miss Cruz?” he asked, bringing her out of her stupor.

She cleared her throat and forced to herself to look straight at him. “Well, I’d like to know why suddenly I get limitations and deadlines placed upon me?”

He nodded. “I understand why you might be upset, Miss Cruz, but this can only benefit you.”

“And you…you do understand, Mr. Jameson, that if I am forced into a short deadline, I am being forced to produce half assed work.”

He nodded. “Honestly, Miss Cruz, I didn’t feel you could ever possibly produce less than wonderful work.”

“Flattery will not get you anywhere Mr. Jameson…”

“Will,” he replied suddenly.

She paused. “I’m sorry?”

“My name is William, I go by Will, I prefer my colleagues call me that.”

She stopped and stared at him for a moment, her mouth slightly ajar in confusion. She shook her head. “Yes…ok, Will…the reason I am here is because I need an extension.”

“And why is that, Miss Cruz?” The deep tone of his voice vibrating in what seemed like fake concern.

Seemingly flustered, she tried to explain… “My inspiration…I am having trouble…I can’t concentrate.”

“Are you telling me you have writer’s block, Miss Cruz?”

“Yes…no…yes, and stop calling me by my last name!” Suddenly feeling aggravated by him, she pressed a forefinger to her temple.

“Oh… and how would you like to be called?”

Shocked, Cristina stared at him; his eyes almost looked endearing, like a small child’s. “Crissy…” she whispered nonsensically.

“Crissy…” he whispered back and smiled. “I can work with that. Well then, Crissy, how long of an extension were you looking for?”

“I’m not sure, deadlines make me flustered and I don’t like them. I don’t work well under them, it’s one of the reasons I chose to work with this publishing company….”

“And are you aware, Miss…Crissy, that because of our lack of deadlines, this company may collapse.” His voice held a slightly serious undertone to it causing Cristina to squirm uncomfortably in her seat.

“I doubt very much….”

“I am not finished,” he said sternly.

She paused, and stared at him in astonishment as he stood and walked to the far side of the office, proceeding to actually pour himself a drink. A drink! In the middle of the day?! Cristina realized that no matter how handsome he was, Adele was right, he truly was a conniving bastard, a truly slimy businessman who was used to getting his way.

“Neither was I.” Her voice sounding stronger and louder than she meant it to be. Standing up, she walked over towards him.

If he wants to play hardball, then he needs to be prepared for what’s coming.

She stood straighter, coming to stand in front of him. “Now, are you going to give me a drink or will I have to serve it myself?”

William’s eyes widened and he looked at her…then down at the bottle. He slowly handed her the glass he held and proceeded to pour another. Cristina held her breath and took a sip, the dark liquid unexpectedly heating up her insides. She managed not to cough and set the glass down, reaching out for her purse. “As I was saying, Mr. Jameson, I don’t work well under pressure. I’m well aware of your status here, but I also know you are well aware of mine. So I suggest you buy me some time unless you want to lose your best author.”

She went to leave, but quickly turned back around, wanting to get one last glimpse of the handsome man. “And Mr. Jameson, I hope next time you’ll be able to offer me a better drink.”

He smiled at her, a real smile that lit his face up. She quickly stepped out and walked away before she lost her nerve. Cristina felt good as she closed the door behind her, like she had won a battle. There was absolutely no way a man, let alone that man, would place any restrictions on her work. She refused to abide by them and she would make sure he understood it if he wanted to keep her. Her confidence remained strong, that is…until she reached the elevator doors and was stopped by Daisy, his receptionist. Astonished, Cristina watched as the pretty, petite, brunette came running up to her.

 

Sunset Reads: Damian & Layla
A Sunset Reads Novel Book 2
One year.
It’s been one year since Agent Damian Trent left for Washington without a
word.
One year since he’s seen her beautiful face.
One year since he’s heard his name on her lips.
He’s been recently called back to New York City on assignment, to catch a
criminal who’s trying to infiltrate Sunset Reads. The last thing he
expects is to work side by side with the woman he turned his back on.
Having her close is an unwanted distraction that he’s more than willing to
ignore, if only she wasn’t so damn tempting.
Everything seems under control, until a night of feverish passion has him
abandoning all thoughts of reason. Now, he will do everything in his
power to get her back, and even more so to protect her.
Layla Reece wants nothing to do with the man who left her a year ago.
The man who took her heart with him, leaving her broken.
After a year of trying to forget Damian Trent, she is finally ready to move
on.
But trying to forget him becomes a tedious task when he suddenly
reappears in her life.
Although she fights to stay away, his magnetism is too strong and she finds
herself giving into the deep timbre of his voice, and the strength
and safety of his arms.
Staying away from Damian turns out to be futile, especially when his kisses
consume her and his heart shatters the walls she spent so much time
building.
Finding herself in danger, she now has to turn to the only man she trusts to
keep her safe, but can she trust him enough to give him her heart
once again?
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As she hurried to the back of the tent, a hand reached out for her and pulled her into the bushes. Before she could let out a scream, her mouth was covered and a deep voice whispered in her ear. “Don’t scream. It’s me.”

She immediately recognized Damian’s voice and more so the feel of his body pressed against her back. He slowly turned her to face him, all the while making sure to keep her in his embrace.

Layla looked up at him with wide eyes, “What are you doing here?” she breathed. “You scared the crap out of me!” She smacked him in the arm with her purse.

“What are you doing here?” he returned.

“I work here.”

“What?”

“I’m Sunset Reads’ new PR Director.”

His brow furrowed at her news, and then his eyes traveled lower, down her throat, over her collarbone, to the low-cut of the dress and the tempting view of her full breasts. He swallowed hard and it took everything in him not to take her deeper into the park and have his way with her.

“What the hell are you wearing?” His voice came out deep and husky.

She looked down at herself, and realized that Damian had a lovely view straight down her dress. She quickly squirmed out of his grasp and took a step back. “It’s called a dress, and stop looking at me like that!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you look sexy as hell in that thing. It’s barely covering anything!”

Layla was grateful for the lack of light; that way Damian couldn’t see the bright blush on her cheeks. His eyes were all over her, but she secretly enjoyed the appreciation in them. It brought hot tingling sensations across her lower abdomen, and erased any semblance of Gus Schwartz’s dark leering glare.

She shook her head, trying to clear her lust-hazed thoughts and said slowly, “I asked you what you were doing here.”

He pressed a finger to her lips as a couple passed by and she stared at him with dark eyes. After a moment, he looked down at her. Seemingly distracted, he grazed her plump bottom lip with his thumb.

“I’m undercover,” he whispered.

A slight thrill ran up her spine and she looked around them into the dark night. “Are we in danger?”

“If Schwartz keeps staring at you like that he will be.”

“What do you care if he stares at me?”

“I care. I care a lot,” he said calmly but tightened his grip on her arms.

“You didn’t care for a whole year, Damian. What does it matter now?”

“Stay away from him, Layla, he’s not a good man.” He looked down at her once again, his eyes intense and his jaw held tight. After a long moment, he stepped around her preparing to leave.

“Wait!” she whispered, grabbing his arm.

He looked back at her, an eyebrow lifted, waiting.

She quickly released his arm. “Does William know about this?”

He shook his head. “No, and I prefer to keep it that way for now.”

“What? You have to tell him. He’s about to do business with him!”

She now had his full attention. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “They were just talking about it. William wants Skyline to manage the technological advances at Sunset Reads. We’ve set up a meeting.”

“We’ve?” he asked

“I’m the Director, Damian. Who else is going to be his contact if not me?”

Damian frowned. “I’ll talk with William, but you… I need you to remain as far away from Schwartz as possible.”

She looked behind her towards the party. “I had a feeling he couldn’t be trusted. Tell me,” she turned back to Damian, “what did he do?”

Damian shook his head, looking off into the distance as if in thought. “Nothing that can be proven yet, but I have a feeling he’s connected to someone big. Someone who can hurt William and Cristina.”

“Damian?”

He looked at her. “Just do your job and forget I was here.” He quickly went back to the party, leaving Layla alone.

“If you only knew how hard that is,” she whispered in the empty space.

D.C. Triana was born in 1982, in New York City, to Colombian Immigrant
parents. Being bullied in school made her find a healthy outlet in
writing at the age of fourteen. She now resides in Florida with her
family and shit-szu, Obi Wan, and works in Human Resources helping
others.
Being a hopeless romantic, she is a fan of Pride & Prejudice and spends
her free time reading new romance novels and supporting new authors.
She won’t miss an episode of the Walking Dead and being a huge fan of
Vampires has inspired her to dabble into the supernatural world for
her next series. It was always her dream to become an author, and
recently that dream has come true and continues to flourish. D.C.’s
debut romance novel, Sunset Reads: William & Cristina is now
available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited. It currently has a 4.5 star
review rating on Amazon & a 4.3 star rating on Good Reads. She is
currently working on her Sunset Reads four part series.
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The Guardian by Amber Malloy – Book Tour

02/02/17

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The Guardian
Las Vegas Tales
Book 1
Amber Malloy

ASIN: B01MS3SHGN

Genre: Action Adventure, Suspense, Guilty Pleasures, Interracial, Multicultural

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Jack Stone has inherited his family’s casino. The only problem? The mob wants it more than he does. If he doesn’t play his cards right, he’ll end up dead.

When his high school sweetheart drops back into his life, Jack’s got an even tougher decision — should he trust the beauty with his life and heart — again? This time he’s hoping the odds are in his favour.

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Excerpt: Copyright ©2017 Amber Malloy

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The last remains of the Vegas nightlife surrounded his bar, where the showgirls from the Bellagio ignored last call. Jack Stone cleaned off the glasses with a smile. He had no choice; this town was a world of its own. Only in Las Vegas would a baby shower at the witching hour be acceptable. The star act of the Night Review was not blessing a new life with just any old nightclub but one where old Hollywood had once clamored to get in.
“To Mindy, for getting out of the dance race before she got tossed out on her pregnant ass!” The pack of Amazons cheered at their captain’s toast.

“Last ones, lovelies,” Jack called out. “It’s time to go.”

“Aw, come on, Jack, one more?” they whined practically in unison.

“Sorry, girls, the big boss would have my head if he knew I kept us open this late.”

“We could only make it over after the show.” The tallest of the tribe reached across the dark bar to touch his shoulder. “I’m sure you can pull a few strings.”

Jack kept his smile firmly in place, without allowing them to know he was immune to their charm. “Last one,” he repeated with a wink to soften the blow.

“Okay, you win.” Still sparkly from her performance earlier, the replacement showgirl took her Peppermint Schnapps down like a pro. “What do you say to dinner tomorrow night after last curtain?”

Since his return to Vegas three years ago, this was the same song and dance he went through nightly. He was hip deep in friends with benefit offers. At first he indulged in the available pool of beauties, a distraction from his true mission. It would have been easy to keep going, but the sexy woman who had just stepped into Pauline’s consumed his mind and heart.

Lena Mercier walked upstream of the thin dancers. Toned with curves in all the right places, she was an artistic statue painted in the vibrant hue of milk chocolate.

“Thanks for the drinks!” The showgirls headed out of the bar doors in a peal of giggles.

“You’ve got something of mine, Jack,” Lena said in a subtle tone that stopped the mindless chatter in his head. The Lululemon leggings cupped her perfect ass. It was her usual travel uniform. She must have just gotten off a plane. A fancy tank top and light leather jacket topped off her outfit. Her sleek black hair fell in a swoop in front of her right eye — a sophisticated cut that showcased her elegant neck. Jack noted how perfect she looked. Except for the fact she had left town two weeks ago, and he had no idea where she had gone. It still aggravated him.

He wiped down the deep wood and concentrated on the high polish, instead of the sexy woman in front of him. “Just put your lips together and blow.”

She gave him a cheeky smile before she put her fingers to her mouth and ripped a high-C whistle. In a matter of moments, the heavy panting of excitement filled the damn near empty bar. A squat, furry toad ran at full tilt in her direction. Lena’s Frenchie, Harry, hopped on the chair, then the table before he took full flight through the air. Lena caught the little fucker in the crook of her arm.

Since he never tired of that circus trick, Jack chuckled. “Nightcap?” Happy to see his neighbor had made it back home, he tried not to compete for her attention with the dog.

“Sorry, Jack, I’m beat.”

“You want to talk about it? After all, bartenders are great listeners.” He nudged to get her to open up about her work. Once high school sweethearts, they’d spent more than a decade apart, and then one day she was back. Since he didn’t believe in coincidence, he had his suspicions why Lena had suddenly showed up in his life.

“If only that were true.” Lena smiled before she headed toward the door.

“We’re not good listeners?” He wished she would stay and keep him company.

“No,” she turned around, stopping short of disappearing into the cool night, “the part where you’re just the bartender.”

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Amber Malloy dreamed of being a double agent but couldn’t pass the psyche evaluation. Crushed by despair that she couldn’t legally shoot things, Amber pursued her second career choice as pastry chef. When she’s not writing or whipping up a mean Snickers Cheesecake, she occasionally spies on her sommelier. Amber is convinced he’s faking his French accent.

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