In September, the first book in my Love and Murder Series, THE ART OF LOVE AND MURDER, will be released by Amazon Publishing's Encore imprint. Pretty exciting news! Amazon acquires small publisher books that have gotten good reviews and shown success. My book will benefit from Amazon's promotional avenues and gain further exposure.
A few months ago, Amazon chose several books from my publisher and asked to purchase the rights. I was flattered to say the least. Contracts are signed and September is the target month for the release. The print version of my book will not change and will still be available from the same outlets, but the eBook will be exclusive to Amazon.
Blurb:
Lacy Dahl never questioned her
past until the deaths of her adoptive parents and her husband. A husband
who wasn't what he seemed. Her research uncovers secrets about the mother
she never knew; secrets that dispute the identity of her father and threaten
her life.
Sheriff Chance Meadowlark is
still haunted by the murder of his wife and the revenge he unleashed in the
name of justice. When he meets Lacy he is determined not to become
involved, but their pasts may make that impossible. As they move closer
to the truth, saving Lacy may be his only salvation.
Lacy begins to think the present is more important than her
past...until Chance's connection to her mother and a murder spin her deeper
into danger and further from love. Will the truth destroy Lacy and
Chance or will it be the answer that frees them?
Excerpt:
Momentarily struck dumb by his eye
color, she stared back. Why hadn’t she noticed until now? Although not as light
as hers or her father’s, the professor’s eyes were a startling green shade.
His hand nudged her arm. “Lacy?”
She jumped. “Oh, yes.” She slipped the
tissue from the half-carved wolf. Another glance
at his eyes and goose bumps riddled her arms.
He lifted the wood close to his face,
using both hands as if handling a delicate hummingbird. His thumb traced the
neck of the creature to the juncture of where it emerged from the wood. When he
brought the piece to his nose, closing his eyes and breathing deeply, Lacy
wanted to turn away from the oddly erotic gesture.
He swallowed, opened his eyes and set
the wolf back on the tissue. His attention shifted to the photograph of the
chest. He touched the photo, a smile on his lips. “Where is the chest?”
The chest. Like he knew it, had seen it
before. “I’m having it sent. You’ve seen it before?”
He didn’t move, stared out the window as
if deep in thought. “I’d like to show you something, Lacy.”
“All right.” She waited, watching his
profile.
He turned and stared into her face a
moment. “You’re so very lovely. A creation full of life and passion, surpassing
any art form.”
His hypnotic voice floated on the
classical strains drifting from the living room. She couldn’t speak. Didn’t
know what to say. She’d been lifted upon a pedestal of admiration. With any
other man, she might consider his words a means to a sexual end. The
professor’s intentions, however, were crystal. He admired her like a work of
art.
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