Showing posts with label clean suspense. Show all posts
Showing posts with label clean suspense. Show all posts

Monday, September 30, 2013

Blog This by Cami Checketts



Will protecting children throughout the world cost Natasha her own family?
Devastated by the loss of her brother, Natasha Senecot works to expose the dangers of Matthew Chrysler’s violent video games, succeeding in bankrupting and humiliating him.
Chrysler retaliates and sends a hit man after her. Natasha is forced to fake her own death to protect her children, but after witnessing another tragedy, Natasha won’t hide any longer.
In a race against time, can Natasha expose Matthew Chrysler before his assassin murders her family and shatters her world?

Praise for Blog This
From the very first chapter, Blog This grabs your gut and your heart with surprising action and touching moments. Cami Checketts blends suspense, humor, and good clean romance into a story that will stick with you.
Daniel Coleman, Author of Gifts and Consequences

Loved it. Loved it. Loved it. Have read all of Cami’s books but Blog This is on the top of my list. Read it twice and enjoyed it just as much the second time. Just when you think you know what is going to happen you’re led into a different direction. Had a hard time putting the book down and was anxious to see how it was going to end.
Elsa Akinason



Blog This will be $2.99 during the blog tour - September 30th - October 16th. Click here to purchase or read the first few chapters.


To celebrate the release of Blog ThisThe Broken Path is free today on Amazon. Click here to download.

Excerpt

Natasha stumbled, pain radiating from the terror coursing through her. She chased his dark outline down the stairs and into the great room. “Tony,” she yelled, flipping on the light.
Tony bolted up on the couch. Alex glanced over his shoulder at her, rolling his eyes. “Natasha, really.”
Natasha clapped her hand over her mouth. She shouldn’t have yelled. Alex would kill Tony.
Tony leaped to his feet. He grabbed a poker from the fireplace and charged at Alex. Instead of running out the back door like Natasha hoped, Alex ran towards Tony. Natasha screamed. Alex’s hand darted out, smacking Tony’s wrist. The poker flew into the air. Alex caught it, swinging the metal into Tony’s skull. Tony knocked against a side table and went down. 
“Tony,” Natasha cried out, running toward him.
Alex pulled a gun from the back of his pants and pointed it at Tony. “Stop,” he yelled at Natasha. 
She stopped.
Alex glanced down at Tony who looked barely conscious. “I’m going to ask you very nicely to keep your hands off of Natasha.”
Tony slowly rose to his knees. The side of his face was already swelling. His eyes flickered from Alex to Natasha. “Are you okay?”
Tony had a gun pointed at his head, and he was concerned about her. She tried to nod reassuringly, but her quivering chin probably gave her away. 
Alex’s face drew taut. “You don’t listen very well.”  
Her ex-husband swayed slightly, his olive skin turning white. He kept his eyes on Natasha.
Horrified, Natasha watched Tony, knowing if Alex killed him she would never recover. A sob ripped from her throat at the thought of it. The seconds ticked by as they studied each other, Alex’s finger playing with the trigger. Tony didn’t move from his knees, but he didn’t back down or beg. 
He can’t kill Tony. “Alex, please,” Natasha whispered.
Alex glanced at her. “Please?”
“Please don’t kill him.” She begged him with her gaze, not sure why she thought Alex would listen to her. “I’ll do anything you want. Just let him live. Please.”
He shook his head, made a disgusted noise deep in his throat, and pulled the gun into a non-threatening vertical position. “You owe me.” 



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Saturday, November 17, 2012

Dying to Run - Only $1.29

 

I’m so excited to announce that the short sequel to Dead Running, Dying to Run, is available. Click here to purchase the ebook for $1.29. Click here to buy a print copy for $5.99.
Cassidy Christensen wants to run.
Captured by the traffickers who killed her mother, Cassidy’s only hope is Dr. Tattoo, a man she loves but nobody trusts. When she finally gets a chance to run, someone else she cares about is taken. Running might be her only chance at survival, but Cassidy won’t allow another family member to be killed in her place. 
This must-read sequel to Dead Running will have you laughing, biting your nails, and hoping for more.
 
“Cami does a great job of grabbing the reader right from the get-go with a siege on the main character's home. Throw in an abduction, cross country run, hostage situation, and some explosives and you'll get a good idea of how this piece starts with action and doesn't stop until the very end.”
E.M. Tippetts, author, Castles on the Sand
Dying to Run is a fast read with plenty of action and humor sprinkled throughout. And what a perfect title! Whether you like to run or not, you'll enjoy this one!”
Lo Johnston, reviewer
Excerpt:
 
The door opened and closed. My stomach plummeted, but I still tried to act tough, “Try and touch me again, loser, I’ll bite off something you might want to keep.” 
He didn’t say anything. I whirled around, ready for the battle.
Jesse stood there, eyes focused on my face instead of my brassiere; that was a first for me today. The tattoos on his forearms distorted as his muscles clenched. He was ready to hurt someone. “Who . . . touched . . . you?” he whispered.
“Oh, Jesse!” I launched myself at him. He opened his arms and I didn’t hesitate to wrap myself around him. He smelled like himself, musk and sunshine. I inhaled deeply, loving the pressure of his muscular form, this incredible sense that I was safe and right where I should be. 
“Who?” he asked again.
“Later,” I murmured, aligning my lips with his.
He sighed, softly brushing his lips over mine. I tingled from his touch, but needed more. Jesse moaned against my mouth, pulling me closer as the kiss intensified. I clung to him, not willing to ever be separated. Several minutes of happiness I didn’t know I’d ever experience again passed before he released my lips and stroked a hand down the side of my face. I flinched. Jesse pulled back to examine the red marks on my cheek, his sculpted face taut with anger. “No more stalling. Who hurt you and where is your shirt?”
“It was a good stall, right?”
 


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