Welcome two amazing authors today. So for 12 hours, you will see our first author H.D. Thomson who brings her book Shrouded in Darkness.
Then starting at noon for 12 hours we have our next second great author who brings her book Deceived with a giveaway!!
So enjoy the great day!!!!
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Shrouded
in Darkness
Blurb:
Jake Preston is on borrowed time.
If he doesn’t stumble upon a miracle and soon, he’ll endup dead. And even
if he does, he still might end up dead with a clever killer hounding his
heels. He believes that the one miracle and antidote to save him is in
Margot Davenport’s house, across the country and miles away from Boston.
Somewhere locked in her home is the key to reversing an experiment that is
killing him with each breath he takes.
Margot doesn’t particularly care if she
ends up dead. She’s lost everything she’s ever cared for. A divorce
and the loss of her job as a corporate lawyer has left her with little faith in
herself or in anyone else. Most importantly, she’s lost the one person on
this earth she’s looked up to and cherished–her brother, Johnny. His
death in a car accident has devastated her, and she can’t find the willpower to
pull herself from the chasm she’s fallen into. Her only solace is at the
bottom of a wineglass. Having moved back to the small town in northern
Arizona where she was raised, she’s made a point of isolating herself both
mentally and physically from everyone other than a few chosen friends.
Little does she know that her life is going to explode into chaos.
Winner of the Ready-Set-Go Peninsula RWA
Contest
Finalist in the Suzannah North Louisiana
RWA Contest
1st place in Peninsula RWA Chapter’s
contest.
Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/7o9wzaw
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Margot Davenport
should never have opened the front door. She should have just kept on getting
slowly and thoroughly drunk that night. But the pounding on the door went on
and on, reverberating throughout the house and inside her skull. Stumbling
from the couch in the living room, Margot knocked over her glass and an empty
wine bottle, and grabbed onto her throbbing head with a hand.
“Damn it!”
In the hall, she tripped over her calico cat,
Marmaduke, who streaked past her and up the stairs. She swore again. The
banging continued. The crazy fool outside had given up on the doorbell long
ago.
“John! Come on. Open up! It’s
me, Jake!”
At the mention of Johnny’s name, Margot’s stomach
twisted and rolled with sudden nausea. “Okay! Okay! Give me a second.”
She groped for the light switch to the hall. Nothing
happened.
“Damn, stupid thing!” That’s what she got for not
replacing the house’s ancient wiring.
“John, I’m freezing my ass off!”
“What do you expect,” Margot muttered, wondering if
this guy was playing some sick joke at her expense.
Margot hit the outside light switch and peered
through the glass panel beside the door. A man stood on the front porch. She
didn’t recognize him, but then again, the sheet of snow and the light’s glare
against the night backdrop didn’t help matters.
A gun or pepper spray for protection sounded pretty
nice right now, but Margot hated guns and had never expected the need, living
on the outskirts of Greyson, Arizona. It wasn’t like this town up in the White
Mountains was loaded with crime. The worst incident had been a case of
disorderly conduct last winter, and that had been from a drunken tourist.
“Who is it?”
A pause on the other side followed—almost as if
she’d surprised him.
“Margot? Is that you? It’s Jake Preston.”
Though muffled, his words were clear enough to make
out. The name sounded familiar, but she couldn’t recall what Johnny had said
about him.
Margot frowned and winced as pain cut across her
temple, brow and the base of her skull. She should have stopped at one glass of
wine. “How do you know Johnny?”
“I worked with him at Miltronics for several years
on the outskirts of Boston.”
Margot debated about turning this Jake away as she
watched him stamp his feet against the porch. He must be freezing—what with the
wind and snow.
“I know it’s late, but I need to talk to John.
Please. If you could just get him, you’ll see I’m harmless.”
The urgency in his voice made her decide. He
obviously didn’t know about her brother. She sighed heavily. What she had to
tell him wasn’t going to be easy.
Margot unlatched the lock and opened the door.
An angry gust of wind burst into the house, tearing
the knob from her grasp. The door flew wide and crashed against the wall. Gasping,
she reeled back as snow flew in, stabbing her face with icy spikes.
“Here, let me.” He stepped inside and shoved the
door closed with his shoulder. He turned his back against the light from the
kitchen, casting his face in shadow. His baseball cap further shielded his
features—along with sunglasses of all things.
How very odd. Sudden apprehension curled up her
spine as Margot stepped away from Jake and the doorway. Topping a good
six-feet, he appeared far larger than when he’d stood behind a locked door.
“What are the sunglasses for?” she asked.
“The light.”
“What?”
“My eyes. They’re sensitive to light. I injured both
corneas as a child.”
“Oh.” She must have been staring at him like an
idiot, but something about him made her uneasy. And it wasn’t just the glasses
and pale complexion.
He must have sensed her disquiet, because he
explained further, “It’s called traumatic iritis. It’s something I’ve had to
live with for as long as I can remember.” He shrugged a large canvas backpack
from his shoulder and placed it on the floor.
“Can you get John for me?”
“He’s dead.”
Margot never intended the words to come out so
abrupt and final, but...it hurt. Balling her hands into fists, she fought
against the sudden tears that burned the back of her eyes. Please no. Not now.
She couldn’t fall apart in front of this stranger.
“He can’t be. That’s impossible.”
Author Bio:
H.D. Thomson moved from Ontario, Canada
as a teenager to the heat of Arizona where she graduated from the University of
Arizona with a B.S. in Business Administration with a major in
accounting. After working in the corporate world as an accountant, H.D.
changed her focus to one of her passions-books. She owned and operated an
online bookstore for several years and then started the company, Bella Media
Management. The company specializes in web sites, video trailers, ebook
conversion and promotional resources for authors and small businesses.
When she is not heading her company, she is following her first love-writing.
You can read more about her and her books at her HDThomson.com.
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