Hello everyone!
I'm welcoming my very first guest of 2015 - Alicia Dean - who has a new book launched today. Alicia's an incredibly industrious author who's been an incredible help to me with my foray on Twitter. She's popped in during her launch tour for 'End of Lonely Street' to share some details with us.
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It's got such a reflective cover but what's it about?
It's got such a reflective cover but what's it about?
Over to Alicia to introduce it and to tell us about her fantastic #Giveaways. She's also sharing a fabulous excerpt with us as well, so read on for all of those details...
Alicia says: I’m excited to share my latest release from The Wild Rose Press on
what would have been Elvis’ eightieth birthday. ‘End of Lonely Street’ is a
Vintage Romance Short Story set in 1957, in the era when Elvis first burst on
the scene. Like my heroine in the story, I am a diehard Elvis fan. (As you
probably figured out, I took the title from a line in Heartbreak Hotel, which
was Elvis’ first million selling record).
More about the novel:
Can she let go of the past, before it
destroys her future?
All Toby Lawson wanted was to go to
college to pursue her dream of becoming a teacher and to be free of her
alcoholic mother and the painful memories of finding her and the guy Toby loved
kissing. But when her mother nearly burns the house down, Toby must put her
dreams on hold and return home to care for her. The only time she isn’t lonely
and miserable is when she’s listening to her heartthrob, Elvis Presley. His
music takes her away, helps her escape from everything wrong in her life.
Noah Rivers has always loved Toby, but
no matter what he says, and even though she knows her mother initiated the
kiss, and that he didn’t kiss her back, she can‘t seem to get past what
happened. He soon realizes that the true problem lies in Toby’s belief that
she’s not good enough for him and in her fear that she will be just like her
mother.
What will it take to prove to her that
she deserves to be happy, and that he would give anything to be the man to make
her dreams come true?
Check out End of Lonely Street and enter to win GREAT prizes…
GIVEAWAY: - Entries accepted from January 8, 2015 through
noon on January 22, 2015
Three prizes –
Elvis Gift Basket including DVD, CD, plus more
$25 Amazon Gift Card
$10 Amazon Gift Card
First place winner has first choice, second place winner has
second choice, third place winner receives remaining prize.
a Rafflecopter giveaway
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Alicia Dean lives in Edmond, Oklahoma. She has three grown children and a huge network of supportive friends and family. She writes mostly contemporary suspense and paranormal, but has also written in other genres, including a few vintage historicals.
Other than reading and writing, her passions are Elvis
Presley, MLB, NFL (she usually works in a mention of one or all three into her
stories) and watching her favorite televisions shows like Vampire Diaries,
Justified, Sons of Anarchy, Haven, The Mindy Project, and Dexter (even though
it has sadly ended, she will forever be a fan). Some of her favorite authors
are Michael Connelly, Dennis Lehane, Lee Child, Lisa Gardner, Sharon Sala,
Jordan Dane, Ridley Pearson, Joseph Finder, and Jonathan Kellerman…to name a
few.
Alicia Dean lives in Edmond, Oklahoma. She has three grown children and a huge network of supportive friends and family. She writes mostly contemporary suspense and paranormal, but has also written in other genres, including a few vintage historicals.
Find Alicia here:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Alicia_Dean_
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/aliciamdean/
Here's an exciting snippet from 'End of Lonely Street'.
Chapter One
Mapleton, Tennessee,
November, 1957
Toby Lawson closed her eyes and shut out all sounds of the
diner, except for Elvis Presley’s voice. He was crooning about how she was the
only one for him…no matter where he went or what he did… he’d spend his whole
life loving her…
Rough hands landed on her waist and shattered the fantasy.
She caught a whiff of hair tonic and too much cologne, and she snapped her eyes
open. Wes Markham’s hateful face replaced the image of Elvis’ beautiful,
crooked smile and smoldering blue eyes.
“Let me go.” She gritted her teeth, keeping her voice low.
If her boss, Mr. Winstead, knew there was trouble on account of her, he’d
explode. He’d barely let her have the job in the first place. Everyone in
Mapleton knew the Lawson women were trouble.
“Come on, honey. If you like that hip swivel,
Presley ain’t the only one who’s got it. I got it too.” He released her with
his left hand so he could run it over his slicked down hair and gave her a
big-toothed, wolfish smile. “Only we’d be naked.” He shot a cocky grin over to
his two companions—Chuck Stenson and Billy Garfield—who were leaning against
the jukebox making kissing and whooping sounds.
Toby gripped his right wrist with one hand, tightening her
hold on the utensils she held in the other. “I said let me go. Now!”
“Aw, be a sport, Green-Eyes.”
The bulge of his pelvis pressed into her
abdomen, and she gasped in shock. Nausea tightened in her esophagus. “Wes
Markham, I’m warning you…”
She shoved against him, but he didn’t budge.
He pulled her tighter. “Your momma’s a whole lot friendlier
than you are. They say the apple don’t fall far from the tree, so how’s about
you cut the pretense and we go someplace quiet? Winstead won’t miss you for a
few minutes.”
Her cheeks heated. She didn’t dare look around. No doubt the
customers were watching, listening. Elvis had stopped singing and everyone in
the place could hear what he’d said about her mother. It wasn’t like they
didn’t all know, though. Constance Lawson hadn’t exactly kept her escapades a
secret.
Toby clenched her teeth and brandished the utensils. She
spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “Release me this instant, or I swear,
you’ll be pulling this steak knife out of your eyeball.”
He held her gaze for a split second, then gave a laugh that
was somewhere between nervous and furious. “Sure, sure. Okay.” He released her
and stepped back. “I was just foolin’ around anyway. I got better things to do
with my time than waste it on a used up chick like you.”
Muffled laughter rose around her. Oh God, she could crawl
into a hole.
“How about you apologize to the lady, then beat it?”
Toby whirled at the male voice. Noah Rivers stood behind
her, looking handsome and sharp in his police uniform—even with his dark hair
in the military buzz cut. Her knees weakened, and tingles swept over her skin.
She swallowed against the sudden dryness in her throat. She’d heard he was
back, but hadn’t seen him until now. And what a time to have a reunion.
***
10% of all of Alicia Dean’s net royalties
for End of Lonely Street will go to
The Elvis Presley Charitable Foundation http://www.graceland.com/epcf/
Thank you for visiting today, Alicia, and I wish you the very best for your latest novel.
Slainthe!
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