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Thursday, January 3, 2013
PROMO - Melinda Leigh's She Can... Series + Giveaway
She Can Run
(She Can..., #1)
Publishing Date: 11/28/11
Publisher: Montlake Romance
View my Review HERE
Description:
One bad decision turned a single mom into a fugitive.
Ten months ago, Elizabeth Baker uncovered a dangerous secret about her politician husband—a secret that nearly got her killed. Now she and her children are running for their lives. When Beth is hired as the caretaker of a remote Pennsylvania estate, she dares to hope she has found a corner of the world where Congressman Richard Baker can’t find them. But when her new boss dies suddenly and his nephew inherits the estate, Beth is faced with outwitting a former homicide detective who is very smart, very suspicious—and very attractive.
Forced into retirement by an injury and grieving the loss of his uncle, Jack O’Malley is unprepared to share his new home with a strange woman and her two kids. He is even less prepared for the instantaneous attraction he feels whenever Beth enters the room. She is beautiful, intelligent, kind…and obviously terrified of someone or something. As Jack’s investigation uncovers the shocking details of Beth’s past, the rural community is shaken by the murder of a local woman Driven by instinct and desire, Jack is determined to keep Beth and her children safe, even if doing so means putting his heart—and his life —on the line.
She Can Tell
(She Can...,#2)
Publishing Date: 12/4/12
Publisher: Montlake Romance
View my Review HERE
Description:
A horse trainer’s homecoming turns deadly when a vicious stalker, a cold murder case, and a hot police chief threaten to expose family secrets that a killer wants to keep buried.
After a terrible accident ends her riding career, horse trainer Rachel Parker returns to her hometown to a hostile welcome. Her efforts to rebuild the family farm are hampered by her sister’s domestic crisis and a violent vandal who threatens Rachel’s new business and her life. She is also blindsided by the undeniable and unwanted attraction she feels for hot police chief handling her case. Someone is systematically trying to destroy her. Someone who knows private things about her. Someone who’s been watching her…
As his investigation uncovers the turbulent past Rachel keeps carefully hidden, Police Chief Mike O’Connell finds himself with too many suspects and too many feelings for his fiercely independent victim. His desire for Rachel is a conflict of interest that jeopardizes everything he stands for. Long buried family secrets, a skeleton, and a corrupt local official with a grudge against Mike complicate the case, but the escalating violence against Rachel convinces him he doesn’t have much time. Whoever is watching Rachel wants her dead. Mike and Rachel race to untangle a web of deceit and lies that stretches twenty-five years into the past—before her stalker strikes again.
Twenty-five years ago
He liked to watch.
To see the secret, private things people did when they
thought they were alone.
From the moonshadow of an
evergreen, he stared across the weedy backyard at the dilapidated rancher.
Harry was inside. The Watcher’s breath steamed out into the crisp winter air.
Twenty yards of crabgrass was all that separated him from retribution.
Harry had to die.
It was the only way to make
things right.
Impulsive responses, while
satisfying, were rarely successful in the long term. Discipline was the key.
He’d buried his rage and weighed all the options. Harry’s life against his
actions. His future against the impact of what he’d done. Ultimately, it was
what Harry intended to do that made the difference.
Don’t worry. Just come with me. I’ll take care of you. I
promise.
An hour of standing on the
frozen ground, waiting for the house to go quiet and dark, had left the Watcher’s
toes with a numb ache. Fiery tingles shot through the balls of his feet as he
crept toward a dark window cracked an inch for ventilation. The ground was too
frozen for his boots to leave prints, but the crunch of dead grass echoed in
the otherwise silent night. He crouched under the window, then peered over the
sill. No sound. No light. No movement. He raised the sash and climbed through
into the living room. Lacquer fumes and sawdust stung his nostrils. Heat
rattled from a baseboard register as the aged furnace tried to raise the
temperature above meat locker.
The Watcher had never been in
Harry’s house, though the carpenter had invited him over a few times to watch
hockey games. They were both Flyers fans. They had other things in common, too,
but they wouldn’t be friends. Not ever. Not after what the Watcher had seen—and
what he’d heard—the other night.
Don’t worry. Just come with me. I’ll take care of you. I
promise.
Betrayal sliced into him like
the drop point of his knife through a deer’s belly.
Silver moonlight gleamed through
bare windows. In the far corner, a drop cloth shrouded a battered recliner. The
gutted house had a hollow, unfinished feel that matched the empty space in the
middle of his chest.
The house was in mid-renovation.
Harry planned to flip it in the spring. The oak floor in the living room had
been sanded down to raw wood, but the kitchen was still old and ugly. On the
worn vinyl tiles, a four-by-eight sheet of plywood spanned two sawhorses as a
makeshift table. The Watcher scanned the assortment of woodworking supplies.
Flammable liquids. Newspapers. Rags. Check.
It was a small house with a
simple floor plan. Living room, kitchen, and dining area grouped at one end. A
short hall led to the single bath and three tiny bedrooms. The door to the
master was ajar. He touched it with one finger, and it swung open a few more
inches. Single guys don’t think much about things like curtains. Enough
moonlight filtered through the blinds to see Harry sprawled on his back under a
thick comforter, one arm thrown over his head, snoring. His posture was
childlike. Innocent.
The guy was anything but. Anger,
hot and sour, rose into the back of the Watcher’s throat. He swallowed, backed
away, and clenched his freezing knuckles until they screamed. The pain focused
him. He drew a chilling, chemical-laden breath into his nose and exhaled
slowly. In the kitchen, he stretched a hand to the ceiling and disconnected the
9-volt in the smoke alarm. He moved to the sawhorse table. Paint thinner would
do the job.
“What’re you doing?”
He whirled. Harry shivered
bare-chested in the doorway, hands tucked under crossed arms, face wrinkled
with sleepy confusion. The prelude to a middle-aged paunch hung over his
low-riding sweats. Now what? Harry was awake. The plan was fucked.
The Watcher bowed his head to
hide his eyes. They burned with frustration. Couldn’t let Harry see. The
Watcher needed to say something. Something to throw Harry off. Something that
would make him comfortable with a middle-of-the-night intruder.
“I need some help, Harry.” The
plea choked him on its way out. His fingers crawled past the matches in his
pocket to his hunting knife. He palmed the weapon alongside the back of his
thigh, out of Harry’s line of sight, and opened the blade one-handed. “I’m
sorry for scaring you.”
The Watcher knew he should wait
it out. Come back another time with another plan. His arm even contracted to
return the knife to his pocket.
“It’s OK. You’re always welcome
here.” Harry was a sap. He stepped closer, rested a cold hand on the Watcher’s
shoulder, and gave it a compassionate squeeze. “Let me get a sweatshirt. Then
we can talk.”
The sympathetic touch and gentle
words short-circuited something in the Watcher’s brain. Harry’s voice played in
his head again.
Don’t worry. Just come with me. I’ll take care of you. I
promise.
The Watcher’s vision went red.
He lunged at the carpenter. The knifepoint pierced Harry’s belly. Blood seeped
around the hilt and ran hot over frozen-stiff fingers. He yanked upward, as if
gutting a deer, splitting Harry open from navel to breastbone with a moist rip.
The Watcher wriggled the knife loose and stepped back. The frigid air filled
with the metallic, raw scents of blood and freshly slaughtered game. Harry’s
eyes bugged. His hands clutched his belly as if to keep his insides…well,
inside.
“Why?” Blood gurgled from his
open lips as his body went limp, sliding to the floor as if the bones had
melted.
At the Watcher’s feet, dark
liquid spread in a thick puddle on the raw wood. He stepped back before it
reached his shoes. Sweat dripped down his back, and his heart knocked around
his chest like a pinball.
Harry was supposed to die in the
fire. There’s no way anyone would think this
was an accident. Now what? The house was a mile outside town. No other
buildings in sight. How long would the place burn before the fire department
arrived? Would the fire destroy the body? Too many unanswered questions.
Harry’s limbs twitched and went
still. His torso deflated; gray eyes glassed over.
The Watcher whipped the canvas
drop cloth from the recliner and spread it out on the floor. At five-foot-nine,
Harry was smaller than the big buck the Watcher had bagged last autumn, but
dead limbs flopped and tangled as he rolled everything in the cloth, deli-wrap
style. He dragged the body to the back door. After covering the kitchen floor
with lacquer, newspapers, and rags, he tossed a lit match into the center. Fire
sprinted across the hardwood with a whoosh.
He flipped up his hood and hauled the bundle out. Using the three-foot
elevation of the back stoop, he squatted and heaved the body onto his
shoulders. He wasn’t small, but he staggered under the dead weight.
Brittle-cold air and smoke clogged his lungs as he stumbled for the detached
garage behind the house.
Discipline was the key. Lesson
learned. He wouldn’t forget it again.
But at that moment, all he could
think about was how to make Harry disappear.
Melinda
Leigh is a fully recovered banker. A life-long lover of books, she started
writing when her youngest child entered first grade as a way to preserve her
sanity. in 2007, she joined Romance Writers of America, learned a few things
about writing a book, and decided the process was way more fun than analyzing
financial statements. It was time to get serious about making her hobby a
career. She began submitting her work in 2008. In 2009 she signed with an
agent, who sold Melinda’s debut romantic suspense novel, SHE CAN RUN, in 2010
to Montlake Romance.
SHE CAN RUN released in November 2011 and became the #1 Bestseller in Kindle
Romantic Suspense. SHE CAN RUN has been nominated for a 2012 Thriller Award for
Best First Novel.
Melinda is also an avid martial artist. She holds a 2nd degree black belt in
Kenpo Karate, studies Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and teaches women’s self-defense.
She lives in a messy house in the suburbs with her husband, two teenagers, a
couple of dogs and one neurotic cat with an inexplicable fear of ceiling fans.
With such a pleasant life, she has no explanation for the sometimes dark and
disturbing nature of her imagination
To find out more about Melinda and
her books you can connect with her online:
Now here's your chance to win a copy of "She Can Tell" from Melinda Leigh.
(Winner's Choice - Kindle or Print)
Winner will be announced on 1/10/13
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10 comments:
this book looks really good. i really do hope i win a copy because i am out of work and cant afford to buy it
parisfan_ca@yahoo.com
This books good and I'm going to go grab the first book so I dont read out of order....:)
Thanks for the giveaway and the review!!!
I like description of the story, it looks like a very interesting read. Thanks for the giveaway.
olga_sergejeva (at) hotmail.co.uk
The books so interesting and I love the premise. sdylion(at)gmail(dot)com
I love a good romantic suspense tale, and outwitting a politician appeals to me too.
sallans d at yahoo dot com
Gorgeous covers very captivating
josiehink122026(at)gmail(dot)com
Thrillers are my favorite books, and this one sounds like a sure winner. I just love the cover, and I'd love to read it. Thanks for having this wonderful giveaway.
ayancey(at)dishmail(dot)net
Sounds like a great series. Thanks for sharing!!
This series sounds fantastic. Can't wait to read it. Thanks for the great post, excerpt, and giveaway.
e.balinski(at)att(dot)net
I've got both of these on my wish list!! They look awesome. Thanks for the chance to win.
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