**Today is dual party time for 'she said, he said'**
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TAKE ME NOW by Nancy Jardine, and GRAVE SECRETS by Linda Trout, are both being released today by The Wild Rose Press! I'm very excited :-)) to have a fellow TWRP author share my blog on this very special day.
I'll be over at http://authorroastandtoast.blogspot.com so come and join in the fun.
And now I'm delighted to give over my blog to Linda who'll tell you all about her DEBUT novel- GRAVE SECRETS.
I'm quite jealous about the location of it since I'd love to go there, too, someday. I got to British Columbia a few years ago, but not quite as far north, and west into the US, as Linda did!
So...over to Linda!
So...over to Linda!
Hello. I’m Linda Trout and I’ve hijacked Nancy’s blog today. Well,
okay, she offered it to me. Like Nancy,
my debut novel, GRAVE SECRETS, released today and I’m absolutely thrilled!
Let me tell you a little about myself. My
husband and I are both retired and we love to travel, usually someplace with
lots of trees. Our favorite destination spot is Alaska…ANYWHERE
in Alaska.
We like to stay at a B&B in whatever town we’ve chosen for that trip, rent a car and get to know what the area has to offer.
We like to stay at a B&B in whatever town we’ve chosen for that trip, rent a car and get to know what the area has to offer.
Back home in Oklahoma, we have 2 black Labrador
Retrievers and 4 cats, who take turns watching me write. I think it’s to make
sure I get the scene right. LOL
I write contemporary romantic suspense. I tried
writing a straight romance once, only to have a bad guy show up out of the blue
within the first 25 pages. Pretty much took me by surprise. So I gave up and
accepted the fact I had to have villains in every story.
The idea for GRAVE SECRETS came about at a
plotting workshop. We broke into smaller groups and went through newspapers to
find a germ of an idea for a story. When we saw a picture of a casket being
wheeled through a cemetery, I said maybe there was something odd about the
man’s body in the casket. The lady next to me, who is hard of hearing, said,
“Did you say there was a baby in that casket?” So that’s how the story originated.
Here’s a blurb:
Here’s a blurb:
Proving Sara murdered her husband is Morgan's top priority. Helping her find her child is the perfect opportunity to get the proof he needs. But when he starts to think of her as a woman rather than a suspect, she slips under his armor. He can't trust her. Worse, he can't trust himself around her.
All evidence points to Sara as a murderer, but Morgan's gut tells him the evidence is wrong. Is his obsession with her blinding him to the facts? Or is the real murderer still out there…stalking Sara?
Excerpt:
Sara’s sobs, the first he’d heard from her, broke through
his stupor. Was this the reason behind those dark circles under her eyes? The
logical side of his brain said to back out of the room and get the hell out of
the house. He didn’t need another mental case in his life, didn’t need the
responsibility, and later the guilt, when he failed them.
Instead, he
gathered her in his arms, then pressed her head against his shoulder. She cried
so hard, her entire body shook, and her keening touched him in places he’d
thought long dead. He had the feeling this was the first time she’d truly cried
since they’d dug up her husband’s body. No wonder there were so many tears.
His shirt was
soaked. He didn’t care. He forgot about his mom, about how Sara could already
be headed down the same road and simply held her close. When the tears had
abated and she’d blown her nose on the handkerchief he’d offered, he kissed the
top of her head, whispering it would be all right. She looked up at him,
parting her lips. Remnants of tears still trailed down her cheeks. Without
thinking, he lowered his head and gently pressed his lips to hers to comfort
her.
Sara had been
clinging to his shirt, but now moved her arms around his neck, pulling him
closer. She opened for him, inviting. Am I out of my mind? He couldn’t
get involved with a client. Or a suspect. Sara Adams fell into both categories.
He chuckled
to himself. He was about to make the biggest mistake of his life, but right now
he didn’t care. When she whimpered he scooped her into his arms, her weight a
turn-on by itself, and strode across the hall to the nearest bed he could find.
Thank you so much for allowing me to visit your site and talk a little about my book. It’s been great fun!
You can find Linda at these places:
Website: http://www.LindaTrout.com
Facebook: http://facebook.com/lindaperrytrout
Twitter: @LindaTrout2
Thank you so much for allowing me to visit your site and talk a little about my book. It’s been great fun!
You can find Linda at these places:
Website: http://www.LindaTrout.com
Facebook: http://facebook.com/lindaperrytrout
Twitter: @LindaTrout2
Buy links for Grave Secrets:
The Wild Rose Press: http://tinyurl.com/d4cxc7h
GIVEAWAY: Linda says...
Leave a comment for a chance to win a digital copy
of my book, which I’ll be giving away at the end of my blog tour.
(Please add your email address for Linda to contact the winner)
Your story sound fabulous, Linda. Best wishes from me for mega sales!
Slainthe!
(Please add your email address for Linda to contact the winner)
Your story sound fabulous, Linda. Best wishes from me for mega sales!
Slainthe!
