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Monday, October 29, 2018

Featured Author: PJ Fiala

Welcome Today's Featured Author
PJ Fiala!!





Title: Lincoln, Bounty Hunters, Book 2
Genre: Adult Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Rolling Thunder Publishing



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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:

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 web links:

Website: www.pjfiala.com
Amazon Author Page:  www.pjfiala.com/PJFialaAmazon  



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