Christmas Wishes Blog Hop!

Christmas Wishes

Randomly selected winner of free eBook copy of THE P.U.R.E. is:


Congratulations! I’m emailing you now to take of the fulfillment. Thank you to everyone who stopped by and commented!


Welcome to the Christmas Wishes Blog Hop, sponsored by Book and Trailer Showcase (BTS), Coffee Beans and Love Scenes and Full Moon Bites. Many thanks to our sponsors who are offering the following awesome GRAND PRIZES:

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Just in time for Christmas, too. Either keep or re-gift. We won’t tell anyone.

To enter for the grand prizes, head over to BTS’s website and enter via the Rafflecopter here:

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BUT before you go, I am offering a prize to one lucky commenter (international ok)–

A free ebook copy of my novel, The P.U.R.E.,
a romantic mystery with a healthy dose of humor.

Here’s the blurb:

No one ever said Gayle Lindley’s first job would be a killer.

Fresh out of college, Gayle’s career path should follow the yellow brick road straight to the top. Thanks to a menial errand gone wrong, a wayward tongue, and a randy supervisor who won’t take ‘no’ for an answer, Gayle’s stuck in corporate hell.

Discovering a company secret only turns up the heat.

The one part of her life not going down in flames is her friendship with the gorgeous, but intensely private, Jon Cripps. Jon would make the perfect consolation prize for Gayle’s pity party if dating a co-worker wasn’t career suicide. Then again, with all Gayle has been through, maybe falling in love is the lucky break she needs.

Hitting the cool sheets with Jon soothes her mind and body, but it also enrages whoever’s behind the smokescreen she’s uncovered at work. Someone is willing to kill to protect their secrets, and Gayle and Jon are the targets.

With both her heart and livelihood at stake, Gayle’s early career-limiting moves could turn into life-terminating ones.

To enter my giveaway, tell me in the comments below if you’ve ever been in a workplace romance and if so, what happened? (Yeah, I’m nosey.) Please be sure to leave me your email somewhere, either in the comment form or in the body of the email so I can contact you if you win.

Now, hop on over to one of the many other participating blogs in the hop:

A Hero’s Blog Hop

WINNER of $10 Amazon gift card is:  Njoki Wambui

Thank you to everyone who participated!!

Welcome to A Hero’s Blog Hop where you’ll get to see things from the eyes of the hero.  I’ve chosen Jon Cripps from my romantic mystery, The P.U.R.E. because that novel was written solely from the heroine’s first person point of view. We only saw Jon as Gayle saw him–a big, strong, silent type with quirky communication skills.

So…I think it’s only fitting that we give Gayle’s hero a chance to share his POV.

This is the scene at a work party held at the home of one of the big cheeses. Gayle has rescued Jon from the overly amorous clutches of their client. They are alone in the host’s home office and their relationship is close but purely platonic. Plus Jon is not at all who Gayle thinks he is. WARNING: Minor Spoiler ahead if you haven’t read The P.U.R.E., but not enough to spoil the overall book. It’s the least surprising of the reveals in the book.

I’d been itching to get inside Bob’s office all night. Gayle being the catalyst for my invasion presented a slight complication but perhaps I could kill two birds with one stone–get the bugs planted and keep Gayle out of trouble. Again.

I pulled the door shut behind us to keep Nicky from following but also because Gayle had grown loud and more boisterous and keeping a low profile was a better way to play the scene. Time to wrap the party up and get her home.

“Thanks, Gayle.” I hitched a hip on the edge of Bob’s desk. “I never thought she’d be so persistent.”

“You’re weckum.” She swayed, her eyes glassy and wild.

Wow. She was shit-faced. But I’d watched her. She’d only had maybe two glasses, or so I thought. How and when had she consumed more without my noticing?

“Well-come.” Her second attempt wasn’t much better than her first and she obviously knew it. Snorts of laughter as she moved closer wafted a cloud of alcohol my way.

“Gayle, how much have you had to drink?”

“Nosso mush.” She jerked forward and thrust three fingers in my face, forcing me to flinch to save my eyeballs. She changed finger positions, pantomiming holding a thimble-sized object.

I caught hold of her elbows to keep her from falling on her ass. She had never seemed so tiny and vulnerable as she did in that moment. Thoughts I had no business entertaining made a play for control of my brain and other parts of me. No. No. No. I couldn’t allow them to gain any sort of foothold. Business. Just business. We needed to keep it that way. I needed to finish my mission, gather evidence then turn the screws.  “Maybe I should take you home.”

The smile on her face fell and she stilled. “You, Jon Cripps, are looking very … kissy … kiss-bull.” She slid her arms up my chest and around my neck.

Sweet Jesus, give me strength! She pressed closer, her body warm and supple against mine. My blood roused at the overwhelming temptation–her scent, the press of her breasts, her large blue eyes gazing up into mine, flaxen hair tousled like she’d just rolled out of bed. Bed… my bed… naked. No! Not my bed! Think of Thalia. Think of the bureau. Think of the mission. Think of Bob just on the other side that door, of Kenneth, of Jeff. Don’t screw this up and for God’s sake, keep your hands off her.

She reached up and exerted the barest minimum of pressure to pull my head closer to hers. I let her. I couldn’t stop myself. Two warm lips so close, so close. She kissed me. Or did I kiss her? It didn’t matter because as soon as she did, I did, the quicksand caught hold and dragged me down. I didn’t even put up a fight.

She parted her lips, welcoming me inside, and my traitorous tongue charged forward and took what she offered. I shouldn’t have done it, shouldn’t have taken her in my arms. I’d always known that if I ever did, if I ever succumbed in a moment of weakness, I’d be forever lost. And I was.

Only she was drunk, unable to control her impulses. She’d have never kissed me had she been sober. I needed to stop it, stop the descent from accelerating. Why wasn’t I? How was a woman so delicate and small able to bring me to my knees with just a touch, just a kiss?

Delilah. She was my Delilah, and I knew then the only way I’d ever be able to purge her from my system would be to die with the Philistines…but what a way to go.

So, if you liked that and want to read Gayle’s take on that same scene and the rest of the story, please buy The P.U.R.E., available at these fine booksellers:

Amazon | B& | All Romance eBooks | Books on Board | Diesel ebooks | Powell’s

OR if you’re a member at Goodreads and live in the US, I’m currently doing a giveaway of 2 signed copies of The P.U.R.E. Offer ends August 6th!

Leave me a comment for a chance to win a $10 gift e-card to Amazon (the prize for this stop). Be sure to include your email in your comment for a chance to win one of the GRAND PRIZES at the hop’s host site:

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet

2nd Grand Prize: A $50 Amazon or B&N Gift Card

3rd Grand Prize: The following Swag Pack!

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Then visit the other blogs on the hop for more chances to win prizes!

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