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The Penhallow Train Incident ~ M.S. Spencer

ThePenhallowTrainIncident_LRGThe Penhallow Train Incident, my new mystery romance, is set on the coast of Maine in the fictional town of Penhallow. Midcoast Maine sits right about where the state begins to change from heading due north to “down East.”  The land is quite different from the southern beaches or the North Woods. Fronting Penobscot Bay, it is a region of lakes, farms, small villages, and lobstermen.  Most people have lived there for generations, and refer to anyone who moves to Maine from elsewhere as “from away.” Our heroine Rachel Tinker and her hero Griffin Tate are both from away, but when a series of murders roils their adopted town, they spring into action.
The Penhallow Train Incident

  1. M.S. Spencer

Sweet Cravings Publishing (June 2, 2015)

Romantic Suspense/Mystery, M/F, 2 flames

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BLURB:
In the sleepy coastal Maine town of Penhallow, a  stranger dies on a train, drawing Rachel Tinker, director of the Penhallow Historical Society, and Griffin Tate,  curmudgeonly retired professor, into a spider’s web of archaeological obsession and greed. The victim’s rival confesses that they were both after a map to the Queen of Sheba’s tomb, and with his help they set out to find it. Their plans are stymied, however, when a tug of war erupts between the sheriff and a state police detective who want to arrest the same man—one for murder and one for bank robbery. It falls to Rachel to solve both crimes…and two more murders, if she is to unlock the soft heart that beats under Griffin’s hard crust.

 

EXCERPT (G): The First Time

 

Rachel tried not to scream. She took a big gulp of air and let the words rush out on the exhale. “It’s the woman. The woman with the deposit slip. She’s dead.”

“I’m coming over.” She heard a click and a buzz.

Fifteen minutes later the screen door slammed and Griffin stalked in without bothering to knock. He went straight to the kitchen, filled two glasses with ice and poured whiskey into both. Carrying them to the living room, he handed one to Rachel without a word. Without a word, she took the remnants of her old drink and poured them into the new one. She set it down. For a second she stared at it, then reached out to pick it up again, but Griffin gently moved the glass away and took her in his arms.

She’d thought she was fine until then.

The tears flowed and she hiccupped and gurgled about life and death while he muttered unintelligible words into her hair. When what had been a mild need for a tissue grew too urgent to ignore, she left his shoulder. A couple of wipes and a swig of bourbon and she could look Griffin in the eye. He dabbed ineffectually at his soaked shirt with a dirty handkerchief. “Better?”

“Yes, thanks. It’s just…I feel so responsible.

His eyebrows rose. “Responsible? Why?”

“She came to me. She gave the purse to me. She wanted me to help her. And for that she was murdered.”

“We don’t know anything of the sort. What did they say on the news?”

“Only that her body was found in the Passagassawaukeag.”

“She could have fallen in. She could have committed suicide. From what you told me she was very upset.”

Rachel recalled the young woman’s face. “Not upset. Frightened.”

“But not of the man she was with?”

“N…no. I don’t know how to describe it. She seemed…hunted. But determined.” She took another sip of bourbon and settled back on the cushion. So what if Griffin’s arm happens to be resting on the back?. “Griffin,” she turned to find his face inches from hers, “we’ve got to find out who she—they—were. And what she was afraid of.”

He gazed into her eyes, his own inscrutable, then faced the television. “No. You have to let the police handle it.”

Rachel, who had forgotten what they were talking about in the overwhelming desire to kiss the man next to her, couldn’t think of anything to say.

Finally, he mumbled, “Turn it up—it looks like they’re talking about her.”

She did as she was told.

….

The camera trained on a reporter. Short and stumpy, he tugged at his wrinkled polo before attempting to smooth his waning hair. “That was Sheriff Quimby of the Penhallow police, Andrew. It looks like we won’t get any more information tonight, but he’s scheduled a press conference for tomorrow at noon.”

“Is he going to discuss the first murder—the train incident, Lou?”

“Hopefully, although he didn’t mention it tonight.”

“Did anyone ask if the two deaths are related?”

“The sheriff only said that, so far, there’s no indication of either foul play, or of a connection between the two deaths.”

The anchor turned to his partner. “So, Bambi—”

Griffin jerked upright. “Bambi?”

“—are we looking at a rash of thrill crimes down there in the hitherto bucolic town of Penhallow?”

Bambi shook out her hair and touched her ruby lips before facing the camera. “I certainly hope not, Andrew. My grammy lives in Penhallow.”

Andrew stared at her for a long moment before turning to the camera. “Thank you, Lou. Keep us posted.”

Rachel muted the volume. “What should I do?”

Griffin patted her shoulder. “There’s nothing we can do tonight. Toby knows about your encounter with the woman, right?”

“Yes.”

“So he’ll probably want to see you tomorrow.”

“Maybe. I wish we could have found something on the bank. It’s very frustrating.”

….

Her companion bent forward and pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “There’s…nothing…we…can…do…tonight.”

“Nothing?”

For answer he let go of her face, drew her into his arms and kissed her. The kiss was tentative. She kissed him back, tentatively. “I…”

“Shut up.” This time they didn’t come up for air for a while. When they did, they stared at each other as if seeing one another for the first time. He said, “I…uh…didn’t mean to do that. I…”

She rose. “Oh, I see.” She picked up Spot and nuzzled him, hoping Griffin couldn’t see her tears well up. “I guess you’d better go then.”

He stood. “Okay. But…um, actually…what I meant to say is…I’ve been meaning to do that for a while. But I wasn’t sure… I didn’t know…I didn’t think…” He trailed off.

The bewildered look in his cerulean eyes as he shifted his weight from foot to foot reminded her of a kindly giant bobbling a baby bunny. She went up on tiptoe and touched her lips to his cheek.

The response was immediate. Griffin swept her up off the floor and charged through the kitchen door. Confronted with the refrigerator, he stopped, turned, and plunged in the opposite direction. Ending up where they’d started, he bellowed, “Where the hell’s your bedroom?”

She pointed at the ceiling. “Upstairs.”

Without another word he leapt up the steps, only banging her head once on the banisters, and dropped her on the bed. Then he stood, legs set wide like a latter-day Paul Bunyan, and folded his arms.

She lay where he’d dropped her, panting. “Now what?”

“You tell me.”

Oh for heaven’s sake. “Come here, you great gob of indecision.”

Those seemed to be the words he was looking for, since for the rest of the evening he proved to her just how decisive he could be.

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Although M. S. Spencer has lived or traveled in five continents, the last 30 years were spent mostly in Washington, D.C. as a librarian, Congressional staff assistant, speechwriter, editor, birdwatcher, kayaker, policy wonk, non-profit director, and parent. She has two fabulous grown children, and currently divides her time between the Gulf coast of Florida and a tiny village in Maine.

 

CONTACTS:
Blog: http://msspencertalespinner.blogspot.com OR

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OTHER BOOKS BY M. S. SPENCER

 

Romantic suspense and mystery, they are available in ebook and print from Secret Cravings Publishing and all fine on-line book stores. For more information, visit http://msspencertalespinner.blogspot.com/p/my-books.html:

 

Whirlwind Romance

The Mason’s Mark: Love and Death in the Tower (an Old Town Romance)

Lapses of Memory

Mai Tais & Mayhem: Murder at Mote Marine (a Sarasota Romance)

Artful Dodging: The Torpedo Factory Murders (an Old Town Romance)

Triptych

Losers Keepers

 

Innocence ~ Character Interview ~ Holly J. Gill

Good Morning. Please introduce yourself.  What book are you from? Are you the hero, heroine, villain?

Hello there and thank you so kindly for having me visiting you today. My name is Calvin Edwards I am from the Innocence series I’m the hero and heroine, due to having this series written from both myself and Kacey Richards.

How did you come to your author’s attention?

It was my parents hall, land and the river that brought Holly’s attention to me, due to her using the exact same location for another book and loved the hall so much she wished to use it in another book. And also Holly became compelled to a song that filled her imagination and helped create such a powerful story, Return To Innocence by Enigma.

Did you give your author a hard time when she was writing your story?

No, no, I would never do that (chuckles). No honestly, I think once reader start reading the series they will see I am nothing but a kind hearted man who…well let’s say turned up in the wrong place at the wrong time…even I never saw what was coming!

What do you do for a living?

I work with my father running the families Real Estate Company based up and down England. I am actually based in London, running the establishment, the company basically buys properties do them up to the highest standard and sell.

Who is the love of your life?

Oh gosh, this is a very difficult questions for my as my heart has only ever belonged to one woman, and now…well she’s back in my life, only it’s not as simple as telling her how I feel it’s more about being there for her and making sure she stays safe.

What do you want more than anything?

To love someone who will love me back, without seeing the luxuries in my life.

What’s your greatest fear?

Not being there for Kacey!

What’s your motto in life?

Don’t take anything for granted, because one day it will come bite you on the bum.

How do the other characters in your book view you?

Sincere, dedicated, passionate, but I also have my very professional side due to my line of work.

What do you think reader will find interesting about you?

My strength to stay and help Kacey through her troubled times. I know I was a fool for not calling the police when I managed to finally get her of the bridge, but I honestly saw a young woman who was distraught and needed someone to care and offer her help.

What is the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?

Saved Kacey. Saved her unborn baby. Made sure she had somewhere for the first time in years she had somewhere safe, warm and clean to stay. The stories she told me broke my heart.

Will we be seeing you in future books?

Yes, three more Innocence of Love, Breaking Innocence and Return To Innocence.

What makes you happy?

Seeing Kacey smile, that is priceless!

What makes you mad?

Wow, this is a tough questions, right now I have a few matters that make me mad I won’t mention them all but firstly I do not tolerate bullying, that really gets me mad, and I will resolve the issues. However, one person who makes me mad and I struggle to be anywhere near is Rosalind Kacey’s mum, I resent the fact she wasn’t there for Kacey when she most needed her.

Do you think you and Kacey will get together?

I have no idea. I like her. I like her a lot, but we have many issues we need to untangle and get through before we could even consider walking down that road.

What is your current state of mind?

Mixed up, I have no idea which direction to head, as either way would be wrong!

If you could do anything in the world right now what would you do?

Turn the clock back!

 

Innocence_LRGInnocence 
Book 1

Calvin Edwards has everything he could dream about— perfect lifestyle, running the family real-estate company back in London. He takes a holiday up north to visit his parents only to find a young pregnant woman attempting to take her life. Wishing to help, Calvin becomes a friend to her, only fears he’s out of his depth. Just when he thinks he can do this his past resurfaces, sending his life crashing.

Kacey is pregnant and her life is out of control with nowhere left to go. She descends on her mum for one last chance for help, only to have the door slammed in her face. At her wits end, she is alone, scared, and helpless until Calvin comes along. He becomes a dear friend giving her kindness, something she thought no longer existed in the world. Only she finds what she’d pushed to the back of her mind through selfish pain is back. Her past with all its mistakes has come back to life!

Available:

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Author Holly J. Gill

A wife and a mum to three grown up children, and lives in the UK. Holly J. Gill is a romance writer, her main genre being erotic, romance and has recently been exploring new channels, paranormal and contemporary. Holly has been writing since being a young girl, having characters talking to her, and longing to get their stories written. Finally, her dream came true two years ago, when getting her first contract with Secret Cravings Publishing for her Desires series. In Holly’s spare time she loves spending quality time with her family, seeing friends for lunches and sharing her new potential ideas for books. She enjoys listening to music, watching movies and travelling around England visiting the beautiful countryside.

Writing is where Holly’s heart is…

Where to find Holly

Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/hollyjgillauthor?ref=hl

Erotic Holly :http://hollyjgill.blogspot.co.uk/?zx=b9ccabad8f15e367

Romance Holly : http://hollyjodygill.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter : https://twitter.com/HollyJGill

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Pinterest : http://uk.pinterest.com/gill0839/

Tsu : http://www.tsu.co/hollyjgill

 

Where to find Holly’s books

 

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Amazon UK : http://www.amazon.co.uk/Innocence-Book-Holly-J-Gill-ebook/dp/B00Y5OSHS4/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1432456496&sr=8-3&keywords=holly+j+gill

 

Amazon US : http://www.amazon.com/Innocence-Book-Holly-J-Gill-ebook/dp/B00Y5OSHS4/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1432456537&sr=8-2&keywords=holly+j+gill

 

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All Romance : https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-innocence-1814352-149.html

 

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New Release ~ Trial by Fire (Black Irish 4) ~ Tricia Andersen

Black Irish 4Trial by Fire
by Tricia Andersen

Being lured home to Belfast, Northern Ireland, by the lie that he is a free man, Sloan O’Riley is arrested for the bombing in London he never committed.  His only chance to stop his condemnation and execution is his wee wife, Abbey.

Abbey throws herself into her husband’s past with the Irish Republican Army to construct the one thing that can free him – a bomb.  With the help of her mother and Sloan’s sister, Maggie, she targets empty, crumbling buildings throughout Belfast to cast doubt on Sloan’s guilt.

As things heat up in the courtroom and on the streets of Belfast, Abbey fights for Sloan’s freedom.  Will her actions free Sloan from prison and from those who would like to see him dead?  And will their love withstand Abbey becoming just like Sloan?

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On the Road with SCP, The Promise, Susan Owen Davies

 

Children of Annwn : The Promise book blurb.Mia Childs is a stranger to herself, happy to hide in the background because of
her terrifying visions. At night, she dreams of Annwn where she meets an outrageous flirt called Ryder and a sense of belonging invades. However, when Mia’s dreams become reality in the shape of a newcomer at school who’s identical to the one in her dreams, her reality crumbles.
Ryder’s touch awakens her memories revealing that she is a child of Annwn, a guardian of her magical realm and the mortals. She learns that it was her visions of dwindling pregnancies causing the end of humanity and Annwn, which led her to evoke an ancient law, The Promise, which tests the power of their love and magic as a way to gain entry into the human world.
Now, Mia must embrace her fears in order to fulfill her promise and save humanity because Greyson, a Darkshadow has been
manipulating events from the beginning and the fate of everyone she loves lies in her hands
Excerpt One

Ryder
watched her with weary frustration. His gaze washed over her waif-like features as she stood with shoulders back, proud, and beautiful, yet unaware of how she appeared to the world.
Innocent. Shy. Provocative.
Such an alluring mix, and she was his, even if she didn’t realize that yet. He knew that she wasn’t as unaffected by his presence as she retended. Even now, he could hear her heart beating thunderously. It wasn’t just fear that made it soar. Her eyes flared with attraction toward him.  Watching that, Ryder almost reached out to her, again. Only, he knew it would be a huge mistake.
Too public. Too many prying eyes.
Her silky hair flew around her shoulders as she turned away, leaving him to stare at her long auburn tresses, and he imagined his fingers entwined in her locks. To ignore him was playing with fire. Ryder pushed his thoughts into her reluctant mind, willing her to listen to him and turn around, but he came up against an impenetrable wall. She was deliberately ignoring him, which made him smile. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard after all. In time, she would accept him—because after all, they were the same. Until then, if she insisted on goading him with these silly games, he was going to give her a reminder of who she was.The dance hall was overflowing with teenagers striking poses and dancing to the music. Alex stood next to Mia, dressed in a blue plaid shirt and dark jeans. He whispered into her ear, and she nodded. Smiling, he lifted
her hand, and led her into a sea of dancers.
Ryder wasn’t going to stand idly by and let this human interfered with Mia. The music changed to a slow beat, and Ryder forced the
image of them holding each other out of his head. He concentrated his thoughts on Mia, manipulating his fire elements to send a blazing heat directly into the  palms of her hands.
Excerpt Two
The wind picked up pace and whistled through the trees. It was getting cold now. A shiver ran over her,
but she didn’t want to move or speak.
“Here, put this on, you’re freezing. We should go. Enough for one night,” Ryder said.
Her heart was still floating up in the night sky, overcome with all that she had learned. How could
anything be normal, ever again? Her life and all that she had known had changed. She looked into his eyes and started crying.
“Mia, it’s okay. After the rush, as you said, there’s the fall, the doubt. I know there’s more you
want to know, but it can wait,” he said.
“You were right after all,” she added.
“About what?” he cocked his head.
“I do know you,” she said, as her hands entwined in his hair, and she pulled his head towards her face.
“Mia,” he groaned.
She kissed him.
Ryder devoured her mouth, kissing her as if starved of oxygen, and she was fresh air. A rush of
sensations took her breath away. The air crackled with electricity, and she
clung to him, desperate for his touch, unwilling to let go. He held her face
and brushed his thumb against her jaw. Breathing came in small gasps. Her hands
brushed against the hem of his T-shirt, and as she touched his warm skin
underneath, a searing heat shot through her whole body, down to her toes. Mia’s
hands roamed across his back, and as their bodies touched, they lifted off the
ground and levitated.
Raindrops fell around them like misty drizzle. Neither of them stirred until the drops increased in
size, drenching them. Only then did they become aware of their surroundings and drift back to the ground. Clasping hands, they ran laughing wildly toward the motorbike.
They clambered on and drove, laughing, through the soft rain. They were just pulling up at Mia’s house when the rain eased, as if somehow timed just for that purpose.
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On the Road with SCP – Regret- Danielle Doolittle

Author Bio:
Danielle Doolittle has
always had a knack for storytelling. When she completed her first work of
fiction at age six about a bunny and particularly juicy carrot she was hooked.
Years later, she’s spinning tales of first loves, awkward moments, and the
occasional creature that goes bump in the night.
She lives in the wilds of
a Northwest Ohio college town with her husband and three small children where
she consumes above average amounts of coffee and dark chocolate and spends way
too much time on Twitter.
She loves to hear from readers so don’t be shy!
Twitter: @elledoo
Blurb:
Eighteen-year-old Penelope
Green doesn’t have any reason to believe her senior year will be anything but
ordinary.Boy was she wrong…There’s a new family in her small Martha’s Vineyard community and they’re about
to flip her world upside down; none more so that the brooding, wide-shouldered
Kane Whitmore.

Connected in ways she never dreamed possible, Penelope must trust Kane and her
growing feelings for him as his family to guides her through her missing past
and a world she never knew existed—a world she’d suddenly become the center of.

Learning she’s a Guardian with the ability to heal she can handle. It’s the
dreams—both frightening and heart-wrenching—that nearly brings her to her
knees. But when madman’s vengeful plot puts her loved ones at risk, Penelope is
willing to sacrifice anything to keep them safe…even her own life.

Excerpt:
I was alone,
surrounded by cold black walls. They stretched on forever in both directions,
like a never-ending hallway. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself.
That’s when I noticed my bare arms. I looked down at the flowing, white,
nightgown I wore and didn’t remember putting on. My feet were bare on the cold
stone floor.
“Hello? Is anyone
there?”
There was no answer. I
peered into the blackness in front of me. Where was I?
Something moved just
ahead.
“Hello? Who are you?”
Suddenly light flooded
the hall about ten feet in front of me. A triangle of light from an open door
was like a beacon in this strange place. I felt my feet move toward it of their
own volition, like they knew what was behind that door. My breath hitched as I
moved closer to the light. What would I find in there?
Half afraid to open it
the rest of the way for what I would find, I placed a hand on the cold wood. I
had to look. Had to see. What if it was my only way out? I took a deep breath
and pushed.
An elaborate bedroom
greeted me. A fire burned in the grate and an enormous bed stood along the far
wall. It was covered in a velvet comforter and dozens of pillows. The floor was
covered in plush-looking, blood red carpet. The room was warm. So warm and
inviting compared to the cold emptiness of the hallway outside. I stepped in
before I could think of an excuse not to.
The door slammed shut
behind me. I whirled around and tried to reopen it, but it was no use. The door
was gone. I watched what was left of the knob melt into the wall, leaving behind
unbroken dark wooden paneling.
“Hello, Penelope, my
dear,” a deep voice oozed behind me. “I have been waiting for you a long time.”
I turned slowly to
face the man who hadn’t been there moments before. He was seated in one of the
chairs before the fire, swirling a dark red liquid in a crystal glass. He was
beautiful in a cold way. Blonde hair picked up the reds of the blazing fire and
his eyes flashed an arctic blue. His black button-down shirt showed off his
broad shoulders. He looked to be around Julius’ age, in his mid-thirties.
Despite his angelic looks there was something about him that frightened me.
Maybe it was the vast emptiness in his icy eyes or the calculating smile
playing on his lips. I wasn’t sure, but I knew I needed to get out of there and
fast.
“How do you know my
name?”
I mustered up as much
bravado as I could, squared my shoulders and held his gaze as I demanded he
answer me. He let loose a chillingly mocking laugh.
“Oh this truly is
going to be fun. I haven’t had fun in
so long, Penelope. You want me to have fun don’t you?”
What was this guy
talking about? Not only was he a creep, but I got the feeling he was a little
on the crazy side. Not a good combination.
“No answer, Penny
dear? Oh poo, I so wanted to play with you a little while first.” He shrugged
and sat his drink down on the side table. “I guess it’s down to business then,
is it?”
Suddenly he lunged at
me, moving faster than should have been possible. His mouth spread in a wide
grin. That’s when I noticed his teeth, particularly his elongated canines. He
was an Other.
I screamed then saw nothing but light.
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On the road with SCP – Breaking the SIlence- Tricia Andersen

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Breaking The Silence (Hard Drive Series #2)
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Release Date: September 17, 2014
Publisher: Sweet Cravings Publishing (www.sweetcravingspublishing.com)
Genre: Contemporary/Sports/Sweet Romance Novel
Blurb:
MMA Bad Boy Rico Choate falls for Avery, a deaf Marine – but will she stick around when she learns of his career in the octagon?

Rico Choate is a MMA bad boy with a love them and leave them attitude. That is until he meets Avery Walker, a deaf Marine who lost her hearing when her transport is destroyed in an I.E.D explosion in Afghanistan. He falls hard for her, even learning sign language from his friend, Chloe, so he can talk to her. However, Avery’s hatred for all celebrities forces Rico to keep his career in mixed martial arts a secret. How long can he keep such huge parts of his life separate? And if she does find out will she leave him or put her stubborn pride aside to stay with the man she loves?

Excerpt:
The next day didn’t fare much better for Rico. Another late shipment meant another afternoon arriving late at the gym. Fortunately, there was no class for him to teach. It was just a night to work out and answer questions, if need be. And it was the last day he needed to worry. By noon tomorrow, Max would be home and back at the helm of his own ship.
At the off ramp red light Rico noticed a text message. He clicked to open it.

Can you pick me up a cup of coffee on your way here?

Rico sighed. Now I’m Chloe’s delivery service? I didn’t agree to this. He quickly typed on the screen.

From where?

He waited for a response. As the light turned green, his phone chimed. He glanced at it before the traffic moved.

That cute coffee shop down the road. Thank you.

Rico sighed as he tossed his cell on the passenger seat. Driving past the gym with a growl, he didn’t stop until he reached the strip mall.
He stepped into the small shop with a gleaming smile. He glanced around. The dark stained shelves were lined with mugs, bags of coffee, and other trinkets. Another set of shelves was lined with books for patrons to read. Sofas and overstuffed recliners were scattered among the tables with mismatched chairs. Sitting on those chairs and sofas were lovely ladies already cooing at his presence. He laughed. I might just have to get a date or two before I leave.
Rico sauntered to the counter, where a tall, lanky redhead waited to take his order. After paying for a cup of coffee, he stepped back, winking at a girl sipping on a glass of iced tea. His eyes raked over her as she giggled. He grinned then glanced up behind the counter again.
He lost his breath. He felt his pulse pick up a notch. The last thing on earth he believed in was love at first sight. But in this moment, he was a true convert.
The barista barely came to his chest. Her long, blonde hair wisped in curls around her shoulders. Her frame was small, with perfect curves in all the right places. Her lips were a soft, very kissable pink. And when she looked up at him to hand him his drink, her eyes glittered a clear, crystal blue. She smiled then turned to fulfill the next order.
She never said one word to him. Him. Rico Choate. MMA superstar Rico Choate. His picture was on posters, in magazines.
And she didn’t say one word.
He was baffled. He gripped the coffee and rushed out the door. It wasn’t until he parked his Jeep at Hard Drive that he realized he hadn’t gotten one number, not from any of the women in the shop.
He rubbed his forehead, puzzled. He didn’t want any number. He just wanted the barista’s. But for the first time in his life, a woman wasn’t interested in him. He was still shaking his head when he strode into gym and plopped the paper cup down in front of an equally perplexed Chloe. Before she could even utter a syllable, he stormed out of her office and onto the mats.
Rico spent the rest of the afternoon working the speed and punching bags, hoping for a little bit of relief from his memory of the barista. He couldn’t get her out of his head. After a couple of hours, he couldn’t take it anymore. He jogged up the steps two at a time then ducked his head into the office.
“Need another cup of coffee?” he volunteered.
Chloe lifted up the empty cup. “I just finished this one. I’m—”
“Another cup coming right up.” Before Chloe could object, he was down the stairs and out the door. He hopped in the front seat of the Jeep, fired it on, and sped away. He brushed his fingers through his thick, brown hair as he waited at the lone stop light that separated Hard Drive from the coffee shop. He glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror.
Then, he checked again. Yes, he looked incredible. The barista may have been able to blow him off before. She certainly wouldn’t miss him this time.
Rico stepped inside the cool, dimly lit store and glanced around. There were fewer people lounging than there were earlier. A couple of girls that had been there before waved in his direction. He ignored them as he approached the counter, frowning as he did so. The redhead greeted him with a goofy grin. “Need another jolt of java, bro?”
“Ummm…yeah.” Rico scanned behind the counter as he paid for the coffee. “Where’s the blonde who was here earlier?”
The redhead shot him a puzzled look. “Avery? You know her?”
“Not yet. But I’d like to.”
“Her shift is over. She’s heading to class. She just left to wait for the bus.” The barista handed him a paper cup. “Hey, aren’t you that MMA guy? I think I’ve seen you fight.”
“Yeah, probably.” Rico grabbed the drink and raced outside, never looking at the girls who now were vying for his attention. He searched up and down the sidewalk for the blonde barista. He picked up his pace again as his eyes landed on her standing at the corner, still dressed in her white blouse and khakis from the restaurant. A large, sky blue backpack nearly bursting at the seams was slung over her shoulder. She checked her watch as the bus crawled to a stop before her.
“Hey! Hey!” Rico shouted as she stepped on. She never turned, never acknowledged him. The door closed behind her, and the large beast chugged on its journey, leaving a dumbfounded Rico behind.

Buy Links
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Author’s Bio:
Tricia Andersen lives in Iowa with her husband, Brian and her three children – her sons, Jake and Jon, and her daughter, Alex. She graduated from the University of Iowa with a Bachelor of Arts in English and from Kirkwood Community College with an Associate of Arts degree in Communications Media/Public Relations. Along with writing (which she loves to do), Tricia practices mixed martial arts, coaches and participates in track and field, reads, sews and is involved in many of her children’s activities.
Tricia is one of the hosts of the Blog Talk Radio show Freshly Booked, a part of Writers Online Network. She is also a member of the Romance Writers of America.

Author Links:
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Breaking The Silence ~ Tricia Anderson

Book Release

Breaking the SilenceBreaking The Silence (Hard Drive Series #2)

Release Date: September 29, 2014

Publisher: Sweet Cravings Publishing (www.sweetcravingspublishing.com)

Genre: Contemporary/Sports/Sweet Romance Novel

Blurb:

MMA Bad Boy Rico Choate falls for Avery, a deaf Marine – but will she stick around when she learns of his career in the octagon?

 

Rico Choate is a MMA bad boy with a love them and leave them attitude.  That is until he meets Avery Walker, a deaf Marine who lost her hearing when her transport is destroyed in an I.E.D explosion in Afghanistan.  He falls hard for her, even learning sign language from his friend, Chloe, so he can talk to her.  However, Avery’s hatred for all celebrities forces Rico to keep his career in mixed martial arts a secret.  How long can he keep such huge parts of his life separate?  And if she does find out will she leave him or put her stubborn pride aside to stay with the man she loves?

 

Excerpt:

The next day didn’t fare much better for Rico. Another late shipment meant another afternoon arriving late at the gym. Fortunately, there was no class for him to teach. It was just a night to work out and answer questions, if need be. And it was the last day he needed to worry. By noon tomorrow, Max would be home and back at the helm of his own ship.

At the off ramp red light Rico noticed a text message. He clicked to open it.

 

Can you pick me up a cup of coffee on your way here?

 

Rico sighed. Now I’m Chloe’s delivery service? I didn’t agree to this. He quickly typed on the screen.

 

From where?

 

He waited for a response. As the light turned green, his phone chimed. He glanced at it before the traffic moved.

 

That cute coffee shop down the road. Thank you.

 

Rico sighed as he tossed his cell on the passenger seat. Driving past the gym with a growl, he didn’t stop until he reached the strip mall.

He stepped into the small shop with a gleaming smile. He glanced around. The dark stained shelves were lined with mugs, bags of coffee, and other trinkets. Another set of shelves was lined with books for patrons to read. Sofas and overstuffed recliners were scattered among the tables with mismatched chairs. Sitting on those chairs and sofas were lovely ladies already cooing at his presence. He laughed. I might just have to get a date or two before I leave.

Rico sauntered to the counter, where a tall, lanky redhead waited to take his order. After paying for a cup of coffee, he stepped back, winking at a girl sipping on a glass of iced tea. His eyes raked over her as she giggled. He grinned then glanced up behind the counter again.

He lost his breath. He felt his pulse pick up a notch. The last thing on earth he believed in was love at first sight. But in this moment, he was a true convert.

The barista barely came to his chest. Her long, blonde hair wisped in curls around her shoulders. Her frame was small, with perfect curves in all the right places. Her lips were a soft, very kissable pink. And when she looked up at him to hand him his drink, her eyes glittered a clear, crystal blue. She smiled then turned to fulfill the next order.

She never said one word to him. Him. Rico Choate. MMA superstar Rico Choate. His picture was on posters, in magazines.

And she didn’t say one word.

He was baffled. He gripped the coffee and rushed out the door. It wasn’t until he parked his Jeep at Hard Drive that he realized he hadn’t gotten one number, not from any of the women in the shop.

He rubbed his forehead, puzzled. He didn’t want any number. He just wanted the barista’s. But for the first time in his life, a woman wasn’t interested in him. He was still shaking his head when he strode into gym and plopped the paper cup down in front of an equally perplexed Chloe. Before she could even utter a syllable, he stormed out of her office and onto the mats.

Rico spent the rest of the afternoon working the speed and punching bags, hoping for a little bit of relief from his memory of the barista. He couldn’t get her out of his head. After a couple of hours, he couldn’t take it anymore. He jogged up the steps two at a time then ducked his head into the office.

“Need another cup of coffee?” he volunteered.

Chloe lifted up the empty cup. “I just finished this one. I’m—”

“Another cup coming right up.” Before Chloe could object, he was down the stairs and out the door. He hopped in the front seat of the Jeep, fired it on, and sped away. He brushed his fingers through his thick, brown hair as he waited at the lone stop light that separated Hard Drive from the coffee shop. He glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror.

Then, he checked again. Yes, he looked incredible. The barista may have been able to blow him off before. She certainly wouldn’t miss him this time.

Rico stepped inside the cool, dimly lit store and glanced around. There were fewer people lounging than there were earlier. A couple of girls that had been there before waved in his direction. He ignored them as he approached the counter, frowning as he did so. The redhead greeted him with a goofy grin. “Need another jolt of java, bro?”

“Ummm…yeah.” Rico scanned behind the counter as he paid for the coffee. “Where’s the blonde who was here earlier?”

The redhead shot him a puzzled look. “Avery? You know her?”

“Not yet. But I’d like to.”

“Her shift is over. She’s heading to class. She just left to wait for the bus.” The barista handed him a paper cup. “Hey, aren’t you that MMA guy? I think I’ve seen you fight.”

“Yeah, probably.” Rico grabbed the drink and raced outside, never looking at the girls who now were vying for his attention. He searched up and down the sidewalk for the blonde barista. He picked up his pace again as his eyes landed on her standing at the corner, still dressed in her white blouse and khakis from the restaurant. A large, sky blue backpack nearly bursting at the seams was slung over her shoulder. She checked her watch as the bus crawled to a stop before her.

“Hey! Hey!” Rico shouted as she stepped on. She never turned, never acknowledged him. The door closed behind her, and the large beast chugged on its journey, leaving a dumbfounded Rico behind.

 

Buy Links

Coming soon to Sweet Cravings Publishing, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance E-books, Smashwords and ITunes.

 

Author’s Bio:

Tricia Andersen lives in Iowa with her husband, Brian and her three children – her sons, Jake and Jon, and her daughter, Alex.  She graduated from the University of Iowa with a Bachelor of Arts in English and from Kirkwood Community College with an Associate of Arts degree in Communications Media/Public Relations.  Along with writing (which she loves to do), Tricia practices mixed martial arts, coaches and participates in track and field, reads, sews and is involved in many of her children’s activities.

Tricia is one of the hosts of the Blog Talk Radio show Freshly Booked, a part of Writers Online Network.  She is also a member of the Romance Writers of America.

 

Author Links:

www.triciaandersen.com

www.insidethiswritersmind.com

www.facebook.com/t.l.andersenauthor

www.twitter.com/triciaandersen

www.youtube.com/channel/UC-urTJQmAbPpgO4aJ6PooMQ

www.pinterest.com/tricialandersen

www.goodreads.com/triciaandersen