Welcome to Tantalizing Tuesdays here at Behind Closed Doors. Today I’ve turned over the blog to Sensuous Promo’s and another fabulous book tour. This time we welcome author Alexis D. Craig. We’re the fifth stop on her tour and we’ve been given several excerpts to choose from to titillate and tantalize. So grab your favorite beverage and a comfy seat on the cushions all around and enjoy! ~Tammy
Welcome to Sensuous Promo’s Give Me Shelter Book Tour.
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Give Me Shelter By Alexis D. Craig
Inspector Eli Miller’s unspoken feelings for his partner, Bex, color his whole life. When his past comes calling, will it be the push he needs to seek a future with her?
Inspector Rebecca ‘Bex’ Mulcahy has lived long enough to know that love is a street con at best, and a dangerous distraction at worst. Any feelings she has for her partner Eli definitely fall into the latter category. Will her dedication to her job keep her from finding a possible future with Eli?Their latest case is protecting Violet Burrell, a young woman with scars on her soul stretching back to birth, who inadvertently witnesses a shockingly brutal murder at the hands of a sadist. Violet is determined to testify in court. Her strength and courage impress Eli and Bex, who will protect her at all costs.
But it is Violet’s beauty and spirit that entrances Junior Inspector Atticus Randall. Atticus is also assigned to protect Violet, and while he knows he should ignore his growing feelings for her, he just can’t stop himself from falling for the brave beauty.
Excerpt
“Violet’s a pretty name.” An inane statement, but he knew he was out of his depth attempting to tackle a subject so daunting as the life of Violet Burrell.
She shrugged and flipped the end of a pigtail over her shoulder. “It is what it is. Your parents really named you Atticus? They not like you or something?”
He snorted a laugh and put the spoon back into his ice cream. “They like to read.”
“To Kill a Mockingbird, I know.” She smiled shyly. “It’s a good name. Strong, valiant.”
The heat of the summer air had nothing on him. He saw her grin, and he felt his ears burn from a blush. “So what’s the verdict?” He gestured towards her rapidly diminishing sundae.
“I think I want to eat this for the rest of my life,” she said as she dipped her spoon into the plastic cup to fish out a peanut covered in hot fudge.
“That good, huh?” He watched her close her eyes and sigh as she licked the spoon, and he had to loosen his tie. The way she was enjoying her ice cream reminded him that his wasn’t going to stay frozen forever. He dipped his spoon into the plastic cup and then brought it to his mouth.
“Damn near better than sex.”
At her words, he found himself gulping down a large mouthful of ice cream, much more than he meant to, swallowing it quickly. “Oh hell! Ice cream headache!” The sharp spike of pain that it brought was quick and excruciating, but it served its purpose driving all thoughts of pursuing that line of questioning from his mind. As the throbbing ache receded, he noticed her hand on the back of his neck, trying to help by rubbing and massaging from the base of his skull to his shoulders. So much for virtuous thoughts. Nodding to show her that he was okay now, he reached in front of her and snagged her mysterious old green book from beside her purse as she returned to her ice cream Nirvana.
“Hey, that’s not yours,” she said around a mouthful, gesturing with her spoon. But, she made no move to retrieve it from him, so he felt comfortable perusing while she continued to savor her snack.
He opened the book at the place she’d marked, reading about a games keeper comforting the lady of the house, in a chicken coop, that led to so much more than mere physical release in graphic and frankly gripping detail. That was definitely not what he’d expected, and the fact that she’d been reading this book all this time did things to his already heated blood that made his mouth run dry and his ears start to ring.
“So . . . ?”
Her voice, smokier than before, startled him out of the words on the page. Her purple eyes were darker than he remembered, and he found himself lost for a moment before he caught himself. “It’s ah . . . definitely colorful.” He pushed the closed book back over to sit next to her purse, her bookmark still in place.
Vi smiled self-consciously. “It’s the language. It paints this picture like a smudged old photograph, beautiful and still kind of dirty.”
And that about described the thoughts he was having at that moment. “I could definitely see that.”
Buy Links
- Amazon: http://www.amazon.ca/Give-Me-Shelter-Alexis-Craig-ebook/dp/B00I8ZGFNU
- Lachesis Publishing: http://lachesispublishing.com/?product=give-me-shelter
- Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/give-me-shelter
- Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/405307
Connect with Alexis D. Craig online:
Website: http://alexisdcraig.net/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Dispatchvampire
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Alexis-D-Craig-Author/147234841955791
* CONTEST *
Leave a comment below (with email address) and your name will be thrown into the hat to win:
1st Prize – $15 gift card to Bookstrand (where you can buy Alexis’ book!)
2nd Prize – eBook copy of Give Me Shelter
Every stop on this tour is eligible for the same contest.
You may enter by leaving a comment and email address on every stop.
That’s up to 12 entries!!!
Winner to be drawn on April 2nd
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