Thursday, February 13, 2014

Book Blast and Giveaway ~ Know When to Run by @ConnieFlynn

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clip_image002Know When to Run

Connie Flynn

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Publisher: CKF Enterprises

ASIN: B00H0R8AFS

Number of pages: 280

Word Count: 61,000

Cover Artist: Carol Webb

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Book Description:

She woke up one morning on a Mississippi riverboat casino with a huge headache and no clue to who she was.

With the help of new friends she rebuilt her life. Now, nearly two years later, a tall dark man with killer good looks comes after her. A bounty hunter, who claims she killed her father then ran out on her bail. She says he's got the wrong woman. He says she's guilty as sin. One of them is right . . .

Suddenly so many people are after her, she can't tell the good guys from the bad guys. But one thing she can do is KNOW WHEN TO RUN.

 

excerpt

The shooter has disappeared. Ky and Gabe have made it to shore and are waiting for the crew to come rescue them.

She could see the Belle's staff rushing up and down the boarding ramp preparing a rescue cart. Behind the rescue team, paced Rosie, hands flying everywhere as she gave directions. Hoping to relieve her friend's worry, Ky waved.

"Maybe you shouldn't draw attention to yourself," commented McGregor. "The shooter could be hiding among the crew."

Good advice, and another reason to think he was a cop. He remained in the water and took off one boot, then the other. They were lizard skin, and judging from his pained expression as he poured out muddy water like from a pitcher, they were the real deal.

"Lost my hat," he said, morosely. "My daughter gave it to me when she was a first grader."

She wanted to take petty satisfaction in his misery, but the river had cost him, too. Although she'd bet a rack of poker chips that he looked a whole lot better sans hat and boots than she looked without her cosmetics.

The sunset glowed behind him, softening the harsh lines on his face. Without the Stetson, he looked less formidable. Almost as if he might truly be on her side.

Finished emptying the boots, he tossed them on the shore and walked over to Ky. He stopped within arm's reach, dug into his jacket pocket, then extended his hand. "These yours?"

He held her pushup pads. Both of them.

She'd only noticed losing one.

Her gaze dropped to the V of her blouse, which was no longer filled out by the pads, and now hung open to reveal her water-puckered nipples. She flushed, tugged the blouse together. "Let those things go. They're ruined anyway."

He grinned wickedly. "And pollute the mighty Mississippi? No can do."

Though at her expense, his humor was infectious. And very needed after they'd been shot at and half-drowned. She felt lighter, giddy even. She smiled despite herself.

"And, Red," he added with a broad, theatrical wink, "I must add that you've never looked more natural."

This time Ky laughed outright. She stripped off her remaining eyelash extensions and placed them on top of the foam lumps in McGregor's large hand. "If I must look natural, I'm going all the way. And you're in charge of carrying out the trash."

McGregor stared wide-eyed at the mess in his hand. "You want me to slay this beastie? Oh, no. Oh, no."

She laughed again, absorbed in the moment.

As if in blessing, the sun fell to the horizon in a last blaze of orange, red and yellow. She closed her eyes against the brightness, let the rays warm her chilled body.

This time Ky laughed outright. She stripped off her remaining eyelash extensions and placed them on top of the foam lumps in McGregor's large hand. "If I must look natural, I'm going all the way. And you're in charge of carrying out the trash."

McGregor stared wide-eyed at the mess in his hand. "You want me to slay this beastie? Oh, no. Oh, no."

She laughed again, absorbed in the moment.

As if in blessing, the sun fell to the horizon in a last blaze of orange, red and yellow. She closed her eyes against the brightness, let the rays warm her chilled body.

Light. Warmth. Laughter. Well-being. Ky sensed these had been missing from her life for a long time.

She'd have to let go of this moment soon, have to deal with a past that might be scarier than she'd ever dreamed, but not now. . . . Not now.

She took in a deep breath, holding on for a little longer.

"Kathleen Templeton?"

The name was spoken in a hushed voice — McGregor's voice.

Ky opened her eyes to find him staring at her. He wasn't smiling anymore.

Suddenly, neither was she.

 

abouttheauthor

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Award-winning, bestselling author Connie Flynn writes both long and short fiction and is published in multiple genres, including paranormal romance, romantic comedy, mystery and suspense and contemporary fantasy/sci-fi. She lives in Arizona on a lush green park where she walks her dog and escapes from the hot desert sun. Her latest release is the twists-and-turns romantic suspense, KNOW WHEN TO RUN.

 

 

 

 

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1 comment:

  1. A heartfelt thanks to this site for hosting my interview and excerpt. I'll leave with a reminder to your readers that the Rafflecopter drawing will open through 2/24 and tomorrow I will be giving away a scrumptious box of chocolate at my personal blog, Imagination Gone Wild. Thanks again. You treated me very well.

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