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AN UNCOVERED BETRAYAL

When his family abandoned him at  Eton , Benedict Hastings found an unexpected ally in his best friend’s sister. Her letters kept him going—until the day he had to leave everything behind.  Years later, Benedict has seen his share of betrayal, but when treachery hits close to home, he turns to his old friend for safe haven….
 
AN UNWANTED ATTRACTION
After five torturous years on the marriage circuit, Lady Evelyn Moore is finally free to live her life as she wishes. So when her brother shows up with a dashing stranger, she finds herself torn between her dreams…and newfound desires.
 
AN UNSTOPPABLE INTRIGUE

Despite his determination to keep Evie at a distance, Benedict cannot deny the attraction that began with a secret correspondence. Yet as they begin to discover one another, the dangers of Benedict’s world find them, threatening their lives, their love, and everything they thought they could never have…

 

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Hi, my name is Erin Knightley, and I lead a double life.

 

Most days, I wake up at around nine, throw on the old yoga pants, tie my hair in a messy knot at the top of my head, and sit down at the computer for the next, oh, 18 hours or so. After breaks for lunch, dinner, hubby time, and a midnight snack, I’ll finally slink off to bed at around 2 am.

No makeup, no real pants (hubby is shocked if I wear jeans) and no interaction with anyone save my three loyal pooches.  (Admit it: the writer’s life is more glamorous than you ever dreamed)

But, when I realized a year and a half ago that I could only handle so much of my own company—plus I was beginning to need a crowbar to get me away from the computer—I decided to pick up a part-time job at a local jewelry store.

So one to two days a week I’ll get up at a respectable hour, put on actual makeup and curl my hair, roll on the pantyhose (yes, the do still make them! I wasn’t sure before I started working there), and head to work.

All day long, I’ll greet the customers cheerily, lead them through the transaction with professionalism and pleasant smiles, and send them on their way with a “Thank you, have a lovely day!”

But little do they know . . . I’m not just Erin Knightley, jewelry sales-person extraordinaire.  I am Erin Knightley, romance author!  And you know what? I love it. I love that I have that fun, unusual secret tucked under my belt.  I feel like some sort of secret agent, carrying around a top secret um, er, secret.

Of course, not everyone has as much fun as I do carrying around secrets. Benedict Hastings, the hero in my debut novel, MORE THAN A STRANGER, is not happy when he’s suddenly thrust in the role of having to keep secrets—especially when the person he’s keeping them from just happens to be the woman he shared a five year correspondence with when he was at Eton. There was a time he would have given anything to meet the girl, but now that they are face to face, at the worst possible time, he must fight to hold her at arms distance. Lord knows there will be hell to pay if she ever learns he’s more than a stranger:

One second, Benedict’s brain had been frozen from the shock of discovering that the incredibly beautiful blond goddess before him was, in fact, Evie. His Evie. The Evie who was supposed to be in London, far away from the house he sought refuge in.

The next thing he knew, he was jerking into action, opening his mouth without a clue about what he would say, only suddenly very sure that Evie could not know he was Hastings. “Mr. James Benedict, at your service, my lady.”

The lie was like vinegar in his mouth, and he gritted his teeth with the effort to keep his expression neutral. God, what had he done? His gaze shot to Richard, who stood just to the right of his sister. At any other time, his face would have been comical. Not then. No, at that moment, Benedict could do nothing but pray his old friend wouldn’t call him out right then and there.

 

So tell me, have you ever kept a particularly delicious secret? Or if you could have an alter ego, what would it be? Comment for a chance to win one of dozens of prizes! You have TWO chances to win!

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Nowadays publishing digitally seems like a no-brainer. With computers, phones and reading devices in (almost) every house it’s difficult not to download a book. My local library is online and has Overdrive and it is so convenient I can’t believe the whole world doesn’t take advantage of the amazing service.

When I started out, saying that my books were available as ebooks brought looks of confusion and pity. “But how do WE get copies?” was a common refrain. Now I get the, “How do I do this?” and “How do I do that with my ereader?” questions and I love it.

The best thing about digital books is the speed of delivery and worldwide accessibility. I know it isn’t perfect, but days of waiting for several weeks while my favorite romance novels were ordered and delivered from the States are over. And, okay, I live in Canada now, but it’s the principle of the thing J.

My latest release features a researcher who travels to Northern Labrador to chase fish. I should have given her an ereader. I can’t believe I sent her up there without being properly equipped. Here’s a short excerpt and the chance to win a copy of EDGE OF SURVIVAL.

 

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EDGE OF SURVIVAL

Foreword by Brenda Novak

Dr. Cameran Young knew her assignment wouldn’t be easy. As lead biologist on the Environment Impact Assessment team, her findings would determine the future of a large mining project in the northern Canadian bush. She expected rough conditions and hostile miners—but she didn’t expect to find a dead body her first day on the job.

Former SAS Sergeant Daniel Fox forged a career as a helicopter pilot, working as far from the rest of the human race as possible. The thrill of flying makes his civilian life bearable, and he lives by his mantra: don’t get involved. But when he’s charged with transporting the biologist to her research vessel, he can’t help but get involved in the murder investigation—and with Cameran, who awakens emotions he’s desperate to suppress.

In the harsh and rugged wilderness, Daniel and Cameran must battle their intense and growing attraction while keeping ahead of a killer who will stop at nothing to silence her…

I’m donating 15% of my royalties from this book to diabetes research.

ISBN: 978-14268-9263-9

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Carina Press| Amazon.com | Amazon.co.uk |Barnes & Noble | Audible.com  | iTunes

 

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Excerpt from EDGE OF SURVIVAL

She found the gym, last on the left in the bow of the ship, and slipped her hands over cold metal and turned the handle. The lights were blazing inside, thank God, because she didn’t think she’d enter a dark room again anytime soon. She blinked in surprise because—wouldn’t you know it?—she wasn’t alone, and of all the sixty-six guys and three women aboard this ship, here was the absolute last one she wanted to see.

At least he was alone.

Daniel wore shorts and a damp T-shirt as he sat doing bicep curls, his body more hard-packed and muscular than she’d appreciated earlier. Sweat made his short hair lie flat against his scalp.

“I didn’t know you’d be here.” Jeez. She hadn’t felt this sort of emotional jumble since her hormone-ridden teenage angst. But she didn’t want him thinking she’d followed him down here like some optimistic groupie. Dean had taught her all about groupies.

“Come in. I don’t bite—usually.” His eyes glittered as he worked the bar.

She didn’t understand him. Although a loner by all accounts, he obviously liked women. In the canteen she’d watched him go from staring at Vikki as if he was already inside her to charming the enormous pants off the two hundred and fifty-pound mentally challenged KP washing dishes in the galley. But he hadn’t looked at Cam, and it bothered her because she’d thought they’d shared some sort of bond earlier. More fool her.

She whipped her towel from around her neck and marched over to the rowing machine. Despite the charm, he made her nervous and she didn’t know why. While she might not win any beauty pageants, she wasn’t ugly either. Her issues went deeper than skin and were not as esoteric as intellect. So why did she care what Daniel Fox thought about her?

All she wanted was to be so exhausted she didn’t see the image of that dead woman when she closed her eyes. She concentrated on settling her breathing, adjusted the rowing machine to fit her shorter frame, and took a swallow from her water bottle. The air was laden with hot male sweat. Her body was rigid with tension. She rolled her shoulders and tried to loosen the muscles in her neck, then started a slow steady pace to warm up.

“You didn’t believe me when I told you I didn’t kill Sylvie.” His voice was light, but she detected a thread of underlying antagonism.

He was mad because she’d checked his alibi? She stopped rowing and turned to look at him. “I was examining my study area—”

“Come on, Doc.” His eyes held scorn. “You can do better than that.”

“So I checked the logbook.” Cam shrugged. She wasn’t frickin’ stupid. “I needed to know you weren’t lying. I need to be able to trust you.”

“So now you trust me?” He smiled and a ripple of warning shot through her body. “Funny, because you look smarter than that.” On the outside he was gorgeous, but his eyes burned with restrained anger. “Well guess what? Your instincts were right. The world is full of cheats and liars. But don’t be fooled by something as mundane as a logbook. Logs are written by men, and men can be bought.”

He stood, uncurling a body that was all muscle and no fat. Cam froze as he came toward her, her legs braced on the machine, arms taut in readiness. Suddenly she was scared and she didn’t like it. Her blood raced through her veins as he squatted so they were nose to nose. She could smell his scent, and she closed her eyes because she didn’t want him seeing her reaction.

“We’re in the middle of nowhere, Doc.” His voice was soft without inflection. “I’m not on radar. I can land that helicopter on a dime and do whatever the hell I want as long as I get the equipment to the site at the specified time.” He ran a finger along the line of her throat, and her pulse jumped. “Think about it.”

She opened her eyes and glared at him. She wanted to speak, but her mouth was so dry the words stuck to her tongue.

“But I’ll let you in on a little secret. If I were going to kill someone using a knife…” Gently, he touched his knuckle to a sensitive spot on her lower back and she flinched. “I’d stick it in the kidney from behind.” His touch was velvet but drove ice into her spine. “It’s so painful you can’t even scream. Death’s quick so there’s less blood.”

In the nadir of his eyes she glimpsed an intimate knowledge of death. Fear ballooned in her throat and made it impossible to breathe.

His breath brushed her cheek. “It’s a quicker, more silent kill.”

Her heart thundered loudly in her ears. The charming smile was a terrible façade, masking a dangerous individual. He made no move toward her, offered no threat, but she knew he’d planted a knife in someone’s back and held them while they died.

She found her voice. “How could you kill another human being?”

A rush of emotion swept through his eyes. If they were the window to the soul, his was a dark and treacherous place. He stood and stared down at her, his Adam’s apple working in his throat. “Innocents like you—”

“What do you mean innocents like me?”

They locked gazes for a long moment.

Finally he looked away. “This is a dangerous place, Doc. Just don’t take everything at face value.” Then he left, closing the door quietly behind him, leaving Cam with the certain knowledge that not only was Daniel Fox a handsome sonofabitch, he was also a cold-blooded killer.

 

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TONI ANDERSON is a former marine biologist who conducted her Ph.D. at the Gatty Marine Laboratory in St. Andrews, Scotland, and traveled the world with her work. She was born and raised in rural Shropshire, England but, having lived in five different countries, finally settled in the Canadian prairies with her husband and two children—about as far from the ocean as possible. She combines her love of travel with her love of Romantic Suspense and writes stories based in some of the places she’s been lucky enough to visit. Coming next are two Romantic Suspense books set in the wilds of Vancouver Island for Montlake Romance.

She’s a member of Romance Writers of America, Kiss of Death Chapter, and The International Thriller Writers’ Association.

When not writing, she’s walking the dog, gardening or ferrying the kids between school, piano, and soccer games. Visit her online here at her website, blog, and on Facebook. And yes, she also tweets @toniannanderson—much to her husband’s consternation.

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For a chance to win Edge of Survival by Toni Anderson, just leave a comment below. Good luck!

 

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Lillie and I decided to join this giveaway hop since it’ll be our first time joining something like this. A blog hop for giveaways? We’re there! 🙂 I figured this would be a great time to share some of my books again. 🙂

Are you ready to see the goodies up for grabs?

From the *always fabulous Lauren Dane* comes her new novel of a treacherous family legacy, a temptation just as dangerous, and an evil so depraved it can only be spoken of in whispers

The life of Lark Jaansen, hunter in Clan Gennessee, has been shaped by violence and unrest and it defines her future. Well-trained and resilient, she’s met her militaristic match in Simon Leviathan, a warrior not of this world. Locked in mutual admiration, and a desire so hot it burns, Lark and Simon have something else in common: they love the dark, and as a shadow is cast over their world, they’re each coming into their own.

A mysterious war has been waged among the Others. As witches and humans turn against each other, as fae retreat in fear, and as vampires rise, Lark and Simon discover that an unseen force is behind it. A single, hungry entity older than recorded history has returned to gorge on the magick of his victims. He is the Magister, nothing less than the end of time. Finding him is Lark and Simon’s first hope. Surviving him is their last.

He’s big, burly, and way smarter than your average shapeshifting bear. He’s also about to get trapped by own his game. . .

Lou Crushek is a reasonable, mellow, easygoing kind of guy. But once someone starts killing the scumbags he works so hard to bust, that really gets under his fur. Especially when that someone is a curvy she-tiger with a skill set that’s turning Crush’s lone-bear world upside down—and bringing his passion out of hibernation. . .

As a member of an elite feline protection unit, Marcella Malone has no problem body-dropping anyone who hunts her kind. But Crush is proving one major pain in her gorgeous tail. The only reason she’s joined forces with him is to track down the wealthy human who’s got her entire species in his ruthless sights. It sure isn’t because Crush’s stubborn and contrary attitude is rubbing Cella in all the right ways. . .

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