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Title: Lincoln, Bounty Hunters, Book 2
Genre: Adult Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Rolling
Thunder Publishing
LINKS:
PJs
eStore:
Bookbub: www.pjfiala.com/BB-Lincoln
Goodreads: www.pjfiala.com/GR-Lincoln
Book Description:
Hot Bounty Hunter, Unsuspecting
Beauty, Notorious Crime Family.
Lincoln
Winter is hired to bring in criminals who are selling arms on the black market,
and he never misses a mark. Hot on the trail, his intel leads him to Skye
Sommers, the smart, beautiful HR manager of the art and jewelry importer that
is also run by the same newly-emerging crime family in the Midwest. Trouble is,
his heart beats faster when she's around, and his body is telling his head to
ignore the warning signals.
Skye Sommers is unwittingly caught up in
selling arms and a black market arms dealer’s murder. This wasn't what she
bargained for when she accepted the coveted job working for Limitless
International. Her dream job could be the very thing to bring her down. And the
man who just may do it is the very one who makes her look forward to tomorrow.
Can they stay alive long enough to find
the killer and build a future together or will Lincoln’s doubt remain and
prevent them from ever having a chance to build a life together?
EXCERPT 1:
Okay, so once again she was in
Lincoln's presence. Well, not really, but she would be as soon as they arrived
at their destination. And dinner? What on earth was she thinking? She'd gotten
her ass chewed out twice today for helping Lincoln Winter. Mangus Santarino
came storming into her office hot and bothered because she'd helped the police
take Steven Vann into custody. He ranted and raved about how she had no right
to do that, and if anyone ever came to the office again looking for a Limitless
employee, she was to consult with either him or Victor. Then awhile later,
Victor came in and really chewed her ass. He told her if she did anything like
that again, she’d find herself sitting on the outside looking in. Here she
thought she was doing something good. What a crap today had taken on her lap.
Title: Ford, Book 1 of the Bounty Hunters
Genre: Adult Romantic Suspense
Publication Date: April 16, 2018
Publisher: Rolling
Thunder Publishing
LINKS:
Bookbub: www.pjfiala.com/BB-Ford
Goodreads: www.pjfiala.com/GR-Ford
Book Description:
Sometimes the flames of desire
run hotter than a mere fire.
Ford Montgomery is working the
case of his life. Trailing the arsonist who killed his parents, the former
bounty hunter will soon make this guy pay for his crimes. After that, Ford
plans to reclaim his house from his ex-wife and retire to his home in the
mountains.
Megan Marshal thought
she'd ditched her ex husband, until she finds out the lying scumbag stole from
a man nobody steals from. Megan has no clue where he is now, but the cartel is
convinced she's the key to getting their product back and they're determined to
make her talk.
When Ford rescues Megan from a
burning building, their paths abruptly align. However, Ford keeps secrets from
her, and she’s had enough of men and their secrets. Can they work together to
accomplish their goals? Or will they get scorched by the blazing passion
sparking between them?
EXCERPT 1:
Rummaging in the cupboards to find something to scrounge up
for dinner he tried relaxing his jaw. If he kept it clamped tight like he was
doing now, he'd end up with lock jaw, or arthritis or something equally awful.
But, he was irritated that he was here, in this house, that he swore he
wouldn't come back to until it was his, completely, lock stock and barrel.
Trouble was, when he tried to think of a safe place to keep Megan, this was the
first place that came to mind. He knew it was safe, he'd built it with safety
in mind. In his line of work, it wasn't
uncommon for some of the people he had to locate to have angry family members
or associates and he didn't want to be taken unawares. Which reminded him.
Walking to the desk in the corner of the living room, he unlocked the top
drawer. Lifting the lid on the laptop he kept in there he waited for it to wake
up, logged in, pulled up his security system. Turning all the cameras on and
monitoring the entire property via closed circuit monitors, he went back to the
kitchen to finish looking for something to eat. Tomorrow he'd have to see if
Emmy could bring some food up here.
A few cans of soup, some crackers, and some cans of peaches
would be lunch. Pretty bleak, maybe he'd call Emmy to bring supper up here.
Turning he spied the wine rack, ah things were looking up. Selecting a nice,
full bodied red sangria, he set it on the counter as he pulled a pan from the
drawer below the stove to heat the soup in. Setting to the task of pulling
bowls and spoons from their respective spaces, he set their eating places at
the counter. Wiping the dust from the wine glasses he set them in front of the
bowls and opened the shallow drawer that held the wine opener.
Popping the cork from the top, Megan entered the kitchen, a
soft smile on her face. "How long have you lived here?"
"About eleven years."
She walked to the
french doors and looked out over the scenery. "But, you don't live here
now?"
"No."
"Why?"
"It's a long story." Pouring their glasses of
wine. "It's also temporary."
She turned toward him, crossed her arms over her chest and
stared at him. "Where do you live since you're not living here?"
He took a deep breath. Figures she'd want to know all about
him. He didn't usually share much of his life. Still too much up in the air.
"I have a little cottage down the mountain by my
sister's house. I stay there when I'm not working."
He watched her move toward him, the sun streaming in the
French doors perfectly outlined her body in those sexy jeans and pink t-shirt.
Purely sexy from head to toe. He'd bet
she didn't even know it. Her full breasts jiggled as she walked and his mouth
went dry. It'd been far too long. Unfortunately he hadn't thought this through
completely. Staying here with her just
might be harder than he thought.
"So, you work so much you have a house in the mountains
you don't want to live in because it's a long story so you stay in the cabin
down by your sister. And then you go to work. Is that about right?"
"About."
She chuckled. "Well, I don't know how I'm going to get
any peace here what with you talking so much and all."
Turning to the stove, he stirred the soup, twisted the knob
on the stove to turn the burner off and filled both of their bowls.
"Vegetable soup and crackers and wine. It's not much,
but it's all I have. I'll call Emmy to bring up some food later. I also have
some meat in the freezer downstairs that I can thaw if Emmy's busy."
He sat next to her at the counter and they began eating in
silence. Or so he thought.
"What does Emmy do for a living?"
"She's a defense attorney. A damn good one too."
"Is your whole family involved with criminals?"
He chuckled, "Nah, just Emmy and me. Dawson is a
plumber and owns his own company. He deals in shit, just not the same kind as
Emmy and I."
She giggled. "That's a good one."
"So tell me about Waylon. Why did you marry a piece of
scum like him to begin with?"
She bit into a cracker and stared straight ahead. "Gosh
damn, but isn't that the million dollar question right now? I've been kicking
myself since the first year."
She sipped her wine and he watched her swallow, the graceful
curve of her neck, her unblemished skin, her auburn hair looked thick and shiny
and he wanted to touch it. Run his fingers through its softness. Tuck the
strands that had escaped her ponytail behind her delicate ear.
About the Author
Writing has been a desire my whole life. Once I found the courage to write, life
changed for me in the most profound way. Bringing stories to readers that I'd
enjoy reading and creating characters that are flawed, but lovable is such a
joy.
When not writing, I'm with my family doing
something fun. My husband, Gene, and I
are bikers and enjoy riding to new locations, meeting new people and generally
enjoying this fabulous country we live in.
I come from a family of veterans. My grandfather,
father, brother, two sons, and one daughter-in-law are all veterans. Needless
to say, I am proud to be an American and proud of the service my amazing family
has given.
Author
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