But to kick off the blog hop, everyone wins, because BAD VIBES, the third novel in my romantic thriller series is FREE the entire day of March 15th, so please help yourself to a copy using this link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009LYM3ZQ
To give you an idea of the series, its set in on the lower coast of Texas, very close to the Mexican border. Unable to escape her past, Chloe returns to the Texas coast for her murdered father’s funeral and to face Rafael, the man she left behind. Rafael never gave up her. Rafael’s passion breaks down her emotional barriers, but her impetuous nature draws her into a cruel vortex where she runs afoul of old and new enemies.
Previous rivalries emerge, pitting Rafael against the heir-apparent to a crime dynasty. With the body count rising, Rafael and Chloe battle an infatuated but vicious drug lord, kidnappers, and a twisted curandero (Mexican healer). Will they survive the violence and be able to forge a life together?
“You’re too stupid to live, Rafael Solis!”
Chloe Palmer’s words still echoed in Rafael’s memory. The last words she said before she shot him and left town.
Now she was back, if only for the short haul. She was prettier than ever and she still had that ‘go to hell’ attitude.
Rafael’s fingers gripped the back of the pew in front of him. He wished he could turn back time and undo every wrong that had been done to her because she’d chosen to love him.
He stared at her profile throughout the funeral service. Head held high, she’d made eye contact with no one, though she had to know he’d be there, still in love with her after seven long years.
Chloe filed outside the church with the rest of the mourners and stood apart, her back to the assemblage. She turned when he neared, wary, assessing him.
“I’m sorry about your dad, Chloe.”
“Yeah, well...” She paused, avoiding his eyes. “It’s not like he didn’t have it coming.”
She was more beautiful than he remembered, in spite of the haunted look on her face. “You’re looking good.” Rafael cleared his throat, prepared to ask the question, not certain he could bear the answer. “Are you married now?”
She shot him a sharp glance under heavily mascaraed eyelashes. “What’s it to you?”
“Nothing...Nothing at all. I just wondered if you had someone here with you. That’s all.”
“Yeah, I got someone here with me.” She jerked her head toward her mother, standing in a small circle of friends outside the church.
“Your mother, of course.” Rafael remembered how hard it had always been to talk to Chloe when she was in a mood. Like she resented every word she gave out in conversation. Her prickly defenses had protected her soft, vulnerable core...from everyone but him.
“Not my mom.” Her tone let him know she still thought he was an idiot. “That’s my daughter with her.”
Daughter? Pain stabbed his chest, roiled his stomach, demolished his hopes. Rafael turned again and saw the small child holding Mrs. Palmer’s hand. The little girl looked like Chloe when she was young. An aureole of soft blonde curls wreathed her head. Her face cherubic, she gazed up at her grandmother with wide-set blue eyes.
Rafael swallowed hard. He should have known she’d have a husband. The small particle of hope he’d kept alive for all these years disintegrated, the hope that she would return to him, forgive him; that they could once more be together.
“What’s her name?” His voice broke.
Another sharp glance from her incredible dark blue eyes. “Lacy. Her name is Lacy Palmer and she’s almost three.”
Palmer. Rafael met her defiant gaze.
“You’re right. Port Isabel’s resident bad girl had a child out of wedlock. Isn’t that what you’d expect of me?”
Rafael stared at her somberly, refusing to allow her to push him away.
“You don’t have to be so angry all the time, Chloe.”
She blinked, glanced down at the ground, pressed her lips together.
Her artfully straightened hair fell over her face, forming a protective veil.
Reaching out, Rafael took a strand between two fingers, relished the memory of her hair against his skin. He brushed it back from her face. “Lacy is beautiful. She looks like you.”
“Thanks.” Her voice was husky. She met his gaze and then looked away, her eyes flicking over her child.
“So, ah...Are you going to stick around for a little while?” Stay with me. Stay.
She shrugged. “Probably not. I don’t have much to hold me here.”
“I’m sure your mother would like to get to know Lacy.” He managed a smile as he tried to appear offhand. “And you could spend time with old friends.”
Her chin came up, challenging his words. “Yeah, I could do that,” she said. “If I had any.”
The lump in his throat made it hard to sound casual. “I’m still your friend, Chloe,” he whispered.
Order of THE EDGE OF TEXAS Series:
• Book 1-BAD MEDICINE
• Book 2-BAD KARMA
• Book 3-BAD VIBES
• Book 4-BAD DREAMS (coming soon)
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