Another romantic suspense today. Yes, I'm on a mystery kick lately. :D This one has a hero named Clay, and that name always brings to mind Clay of Kelley Armstrong's Women of the Otherworld series and Clay of the tv show "Sons of Anarchy" (that show is so trashy and I love every minute of it, even when I have my eyes closed). One's a cranky werewolf who's mostly a good guy and one is a drug-dealing, gun-running killer. Yeah, this Clay is different. He's a FBI agent and one of the good guys.
Read on for more information, an excerpt and a giveaway.
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Excerpt
The crowd had grown thick
as evening gave way to night, and he wound his way through it to find a spot
closer to the band. Smoke rose in a thin
blue cloud, dispelled occasionally by the salty breeze drifting in from the
open windows. Patrons wandered in and
out from the patio to the bar, and well-fed diners descended the worn stairs to
mix with the crowd. Clay leaned against
a rough-hewn support beam and watched them come and go, amazed, as always, at
the way body language spoke volumes.
And his own body started
screaming in his ear when a pair of long, tanned legs became visible as they
descended from the second floor. The
staircase was angled in such a way that he got an up close and personal view of
those mile-long beauties before a torso or head came into view. Black sandals encased slim feet, a short
black skirt hit deliciously at mid-thigh.
The legs paused, one resting a step higher than the other, and Clay felt
his body stir. If the rest of the
package lived up to the preview, he was going to be on this particular woman
like a flea on a junkyard dog. He had the
overwhelming urge to just wade over and take a bite.
He took a sip of beer,
instead, and waited for the follow through.
A green Murphy’s shirt
made an appearance, followed by a hand holding an empty tray.
Staff, Clay assessed.
He wondered what time she got off.
Her other hand rubbed
down a thigh as she seemed to be responding to a comment from someone on the
stairs above her. The overwhelming jolt of lust he felt caused Clay to choke on
his beer.
Wait for it, wait for it…
After another nail-biting
moment, the legs made their final descent.
Clay blinked twice, to
assure himself he wasn’t seeing things.
Then he began to curse the psychological gods again, for messing with
his head.
“Nice tan,” he murmured
as Tate nearly passed him by.
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Publisher: Lisa Clark O'Neill
Genre: Mystery, Romance, Contemporary
Format: ebook, paperback
Length: 539 KB, 412 pages
Buying Links: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Smashwords | Apple
Book Blurb from the author ~
Special Agent Clay Copeland lives his job. As a behavioral specialist with the FBI’s Investigative Support Unit, his days are spent traveling the country assisting other law enforcement agencies with their most disturbing and difficult cases. Clay excels at his work, maintaining an easygoing affability and sense of humor despite his frequently gruesome job.
About the Author:
Until one case goes terribly wrong…Shaken by the loss of a young child whose death he lays at his own feet, Clay seeks refuge in the sandy beaches and plentiful feminine distractions to be found along the South Carolina coast. And no female has ever distracted him quite as much as local innkeeper Tate Hennessey.A woman with her own ghosts, Tate is a single mother to five-year-old Max. Against her better judgment, she finds herself drawn to the charming and handsome agent. When an outing to a traveling carnival ends with another family’s tragedy, Tate and Clay are sucked into the resultant investigation into the abduction of a young teen.And neither of them can be prepared for what their chance encounter eventually uncovers.Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
One fine day in the not-too-distant past, Lisa Clark O’Neill left
Wittenberg University with a BA in English, which she promptly neglected. After working as an interior designer,
decorative artist, and Montessori art teacher (there may have been a BA in art
as well,) she finally settled into the role of mother to two very fine
children.
However,
two years of doing the stay-at-home-mom brain cell melt drove her to pull out a
pen and one of her old college notebooks.
That
turned into six manuscripts.
Lisa
spent subsequent years avoiding housework by burying her nose in just about
every romance novel she could get her hands on, after completely falling in
love with the genre. Her own work falls
into the romantic suspense sub-genre, with strong comedic undertones.
Lisa
currently lives in the Atlanta area with her family, her dog, her cat and her
daughter’s pet rabbit. When she isn’t
attempting to keep the rabbit from eating the woodwork, she’s hard at work on
her next novel.
Find Lisa online:
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Thanks so much, Bea!
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DeleteI love the extract, so much so, it's wet my appetite to get myself a copy and read it all!
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