5.31.2013

#NewRelease - Flightless by Keri Neal @authorkerineal #kindle



Book Info:
Available on KDP Select and Paperback
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal Romance
Release date: May 30, 2013
ISBN: 1484157338
ISBN13: 9781484157336


Synopsis
Pen was a Guardian, but one violent night took his wings. Ten years later he is given the opportunity to earn them back.

Jade is spellbound by the new student. Pen is quiet, but she is determined to learn more about him. When her terrifying past comes back to haunt her, Pen reveals there is much more to him than she could have ever imagined.

With his soul on the line, Pen cannot protect Jade if his feelings keep getting in the way. But with Jade’s soul on the line, he must protect her from unearthly forces who want her blood. Will the truth redeem them, or tear them apart?



Bio
Keri Neal designs book covers. Flightless is her fourth published book. She lives near Austin, Texas with her husband, two children, two hamsters and a snake. She crochets, sews, reads, paints and loves all things artsy & craftsy.    

Contact info
Twitter: @authorkerineal

Excerpt
Pen and I are lounging under a big white umbrella. I am curled up with my head on his chest. His heartbeat is steady and slow, his breathing shallow. He is asleep. I pinch his arm playfully. “You’re going to miss it.”
He takes a deep breath and chuckles. “I’m awake. And I’ve seen my share of sunsets.”
I turn my head and rest my chin on his chest. His eyes are still closed. “You’re a grouch, you know that?”
He opens one eye and stares at me. “You know I’m going to find you. You don’t need to do this.”
My throat burns with emotion. “Yes, I do. You might not make it in time.”
Both his eyes open and stare blankly up at the umbrella. He is angry. His jaw clenches and his nostrils flare.
“It’s almost time.” I crawl up and lie down, straddling him. My blonde hair makes a curtain around us. He looks sad as he reaches up and holds my face.
“I don’t know how to say goodbye to you.”
I smile. The sun is glowing in the horizon. Its resting place comes alive with color. I see it all happen in the reflection in his eyes.

“Yes, you do.” I press my lips against his, urgently stealing every taste of him. I pull his lip through my teeth, and he groans loudly. The sound is erotic. Suddenly his hand is on the back of my head, pulling me roughly against him. His lips are not gentle anymore. They are rough and scaly, like a snake. He is hurting me. I push hard against his chest, only to realize my hands are bound. I start to cry as the sun descends into its salty grave.

5.26.2013

#WeWriWa #8Sunday Weekend Writing Warrior 05.26.13

It's a Sunday thing...



Each Sunday, Weekend Writing Warriors hosts a fun new meme. If you would like to participate, link to the list at http://www.wewriwa.com/ and post eight sentences from a published or unpublished work to your blog on Sunday. Follow the same link on Sunday to read excerpts from other authors.

My eight for this week comes from Deceptions of the Heart, soon to be released by The Wild Rose Press.



Here's the set up...

Rhonda has just awoke in a room she doesn't recognize. A man who isn't her husband has just come out of the bathroom and started dressing in front of her. While she pretends to sleep, she watches him. She doesn't know if she's been kidnapped or what's going on. But it doesn't make sense that she's been kidnapped, because the room she wakes up in is very luxurious. When the man leaves, she crawls out of bed and begins trying to absorb her surroundings, trying to understand how she got into such a strange situation. This is what happens when she doesn't recognize the lingerie she is wearing.


Hysteria insinuated its warped fingers into the convoluted whorls and ridges of my psyche. Tears welled in the corners of my eyes, but I swiped them away. I clawed at the flimsy lingerie that threatened to slip from my shoulders as if it was eating my skin, pulled the top over my head and threw the offending garment on the floor, leaving my upper body exposed. My eyes traveled down my torso. A rough trail dissected the middle of my chest, right between the ribs. I stared at the oddity, fascinated, horrified, and perplexed. My nail traced the scar. The surgery was months, maybe years, old.

Here's the blurb....

What would you do if one morning you awoke in someone else’s body?

 Surviving as Jennifer Cristobal isn’t easy for Rhonda Prentiss. Three years ago, a sudden, fatal trauma stripped Rhonda of her middle-class, stay-at-home-mom existence. A brand new shock prompts Rhonda’s essence to invade Jennifer’s soul, suppressing the other woman’s memories and replacing them with her own. When Jennifer’s heart transplant surgeon, Dr. Crane, can’t—or won’t—help her understand her unusual body-swapping dilemma, she turns to the only man she can trust. But can she fully trust Jennifer’s husband, Anson? Rhonda’s memory proves faulty—and sugarcoated. Multiple threats from her past shake her fragile hold on mental stability. If one of her enemies succeeds, he will kill Rhonda’s soul… or Jennifer’s body… or both.

5.19.2013

#WeWriWa #8Sunday Weekend Writing Warrior - 05.19.13


It's a Sunday thing...



Each Sunday, Weekend Writing Warriors hosts a fun new meme. If you would like to participate, link to the list at http://www.wewriwa.com/ and post eight sentences from a published or unpublished work to your blog on Sunday. Follow the same link on Sunday to read excerpts from other authors.



I'm sharing 8 from my upcoming release from The Wild Rose Press, An Impostor in TownHere's the setup...

Even though Peyton is tired from her long shift as a nurse in the emergency room at the local hospital, she goes to the annual chili cook-off, simply because she knows Brian Parker will be there. At this point in the story, she hasn't acknowledged her attraction to him...not even to herself.


Standing in the threshold with the brilliant sunshine behind her, she tried to adjust her focus to peer into the dark interior.
A man whistled an inconsistent melody. She couldn’t see him, but she was certain the whistler was Brian Parker. The tune stopped mid-note. “Well, if it isn’t my angel of mercy. I thought you weren’t coming!”
   She overlooked the angel of mercy reference. She was no angel.

Don't you want to know why Peyton didn't believe she was an angel? Well, you'll have to read the book when it releases! In the meantime, here's the blurb...


Peyton Chandler has done everything to protect her son Jake from the evil men that would destroy her by destroying him. For years, she has allowed another woman to raise her son, kept herself apart from him, and hidden behind her dead sister’s identity, never allowing herself to get close to anyone—not even Sheriff Brian Parker, the one man whose love and respect she craves. When Brian receives a note claiming there’s an impostor in town, he doesn’t know where to start his investigation. Peyton fears she will lose the man she loves if he discovers she’s not the woman she claims to be.

5.13.2013

#CoverReveal - An Impostor in Town

Coming soon from The Wild Rose Press

An Impostor in Town




Peyton Chandler has done everything to protect her son Jake from the evil men that would destroy her by destroying him. For years, she has allowed another woman to raise her son, kept herself apart from him, and hidden behind her dead sister’s identity, never allowing herself to get close to anyone—not even Sheriff Brian Parker, the one man whose love and respect she craves. When Brian receives a note claiming there’s an impostor in town, he doesn’t know where to start his investigation. Peyton fears she will lose the man she loves if he discovers she’s not the woman she claims to be.

Here's an excerpt:

Peyton Chandler entered her house through the carport door and dropped her purse on the kitchen counter. A pile of unwashed dishes awaited her in the sink. Tackling the housework would have to wait another day. Every muscle in her tired body groaned.
She glanced at the envelope in her hand postmarked New Orleans. Johanna’s letters arrived twice a year without fail. The return addresses were always a post office box—the zip codes from all over the country. She ripped the envelope open with a shaky hand. A picture of Jake nestled between the folds of a short note. I need four thousand dollars. J. She would have cut the woman off years ago if it weren’t for the boy.
Her eyes riveted on Jake’s likeness. He had slate gray eyes, sandy brown hair, and attractive Powell features like his biological father. Trim and tall. Handsome already. Nothing about Jake resembled her husband, but then Jake wasn’t her husband’s child. She was already pregnant when Mason Osborne married her.
Thoughts of Mason sent shivers down her spine. She wondered if he was still looking for them. His anger with her when he discovered her pregnancy by another man was only the beginning of his animosity toward her. Mason’s abuse only grew harder when he discovered Jake’s biological father was his nephew.
She left Mason before Jake was born, but he’d found her and dragged her back to the ranch with him. He had promised her he’d kill her if she left him again. Worse yet, he’d take her child away from her. She couldn’t let that happen, so she took the chance, got some help from Johanna, and ran anyway.
She counted the years. Jake would be eleven years old now. It’s been so long since I’ve seen him. He was so young when we left Albuquerque. She trudged down the hallway to her bedroom and laid the picture on her nightstand. The photo would go in the album with the others—an album she didn’t dare show anyone.
Guilt pressed down on her psyche. She needed a shower. Running the water as hot as she could stand, she scoured her skin until it was raw and allowed the cleansing liquid to sluice over her body and wash her remorse down the drain. But no matter how hard she scrubbed, there was still plenty of regret to stain her conscience.
She stumbled out of the stall and tripped on the surround. The heat dizzied her. She wrapped her robe around her and leaned against the bathroom counter, unwilling to face her reflection in the mirror.
The phone rang in the other room. She raced to catch it before the last ring, but picked up a second too late. Out of breath, she dropped onto the edge of the bed and clutched the comforter. Her skin throbbed from the abuse in the shower. She grabbed a bottle from the nightstand and smoothed on lotion to soothe the abuse. With a weary sigh, she gazed out the window. The nearby mountains rose in the distance, but the scene’s usual therapy provided no comfort. Jake's picture beckoned her to take another look.
Thoughts of her baby snatched at her heart. She wiped a stray tear from the surface of the photo. Everything she did, she did for him—to hide him and protect him from the evil men that would destroy her by destroying him.



5.05.2013

Weekend Writing Warrior 05.05.13 #8Sunday #WeWriWa


It's a Sunday thing...



Each Sunday, Weekend Writing Warriors hosts a fun new meme. Link to their list at http://www.wewriwa.com/ and post eight sentences from a published or unpublished work to your blog on Sunday.

I'm sharing 8 from my book, Crisis of IdentityHere's the setup...

This is the first time Tess and Trevor officially meet. He has been hanging around the commons near the ski lifts at Buttermilk watching her. In this scene, he confronts her about her false identity.


"Your eyes…your nose…your mouth…All different. You’re not the same Shelby.” When I offered him no response, he held his hand out across the wood picnic table. “Trevor.” His forearm slid out of the sleeve of his black turtleneck. A tattoo of an ancient animal, half-dragon, half-serpent, peeked from under the cuff of his shirt. He grasped my hand a moment too long. I disengaged with a shiver and grabbed my water, gulping it down to cover my rising panic.





Here's the blurb...


Tess Copeland is an operator. Her motto? Necessity is the mother of a good con. When Hurricane Irving slams into the Texas Gulf coast, Tess seizes the opportunity to escape her past by hijacking a dead woman’s life, but Shelby Coleman’s was the wrong identity to steal. And the cop that trails her? He’s a U.S. Marshall with the Fugitive Task Force for the northern district of Illinois. Tess left Chicago because the criminal justice system gave her no choice. Now she’s on the run from ghosts of misdeeds past—both hers and Shelby’s.

Enter Trevor Smith, a pseudo-cowboy from Houston, Texas, with good looks, a quick tongue, and testosterone poisoning. Will Tess succumb to his questionable charms and become his damsel in distress? She doesn’t have to faint at his feet—she’s capable of handling just about anything. But will she choose to let Trevor be the man? When Tess kidnaps her niece, her life changes. She must make some hard decisions. Does she trust the lawman that promises her redemption, or does she trust the cowboy that promises her nothing but himself?

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