Showing posts with label young adult romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label young adult romance. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
The Broken Path
The Broken Path is for sale on Amazon now. Click here to buy the book or read the first few chapters. If you have Amazon Prime you can download it for free. I love Amazon Prime, it's so great to try out free books and the author still gets compensated so I don't feel bad about it. Print copies will be available soon for those of you who don't want to pay the $1111.00 currently being offered on Amazon. Crazy.
Back cover blurb:
Injured in a debilitating accident at age six, Ethan Searle believes women eye him with a mixture of pity and disdain. He’s tried love before. He won’t again. He meets his match in a precocious two-year old who loves him despite his disability, even while her mother seems bothered by everything about Ethan.
Autumn Reader escaped her abusive marriage with her beautiful daughter and a stack of fear. She can’t make the mistake of trusting a man again. Autumn’s daughter becomes enraptured by Ethan. Despite Autumn’s best intentions, she finds herself following her daughter’s example. When her ex-husband reappears, threatening everyone she loves if she won’t submit to his demands, Autumn has to learn to trust or lose her chance at real love.
“Characters to fall in love with, action to keep you turning pages, and the most adorable little girl ever, The Broken Path is a compelling tale of strength and trust, courage and heart. I truly enjoyed this book.” –Maria Hoagland, Author of Family Size
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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