Friday, November 8, 2013
*The Truth in Lies Blog Tour*
A week or so ago I announced release day for The Truth in Lies by Jeanne McDonald and today I'm proud to say this is a stop on her blog tour.
Today I'm going to give you a little glimpse into the story, a bit of info on your author, links where you can get your hands on it & also a chance to enter in the great giveaways she's offering!
Jeanne McDonald began telling stories at the ripe young age of five, when her mother considered the truth to be a lie thanks to her extensive embellishment to the retelling of an event. She wrote her first short story when she was twelve years old, and at the age of sixteen she tried her hand at poetry. She reconnected with her love for writing in 2010 thanks to the encouragement of a dear friend.
To see the beautiful video trailer for this book, click here.
He leaned forward on his hands, one knee placed on the sofa into a near crouching position. His back arched high, lifting his t-shirt up to expose his succulent muscled stomach as he moved toward me. "Andy, whatever you're thinking, stop thinking it," I warned him, scooting away from him.
"What are you afraid of, Mickie?"
He dropped his flip-flops onto the floor, his eyes wild and playful. He inched forward, placing both knees on the couch. I pushed myself up against the arm of the sofa, holding my knees to my chest.
"Really, Andy, stop it now," I screeched in a high pitch shrill.
Drew lunged for me, catching me by the leg. Dragging me underneath him, he pressed his body against mine, holding me in place. I flattened my hands against his shoulders pushing him as hard as I could, breathless by the amount of weight he was enforcing on me. Without warning his fingers made contact with my sides. I squirmed against his ministrations as he started to tickle me.
"Andy...no...stop...please," my words came out as mere breaths.
Drew encircled my legs with his, holding them to the surface of the cushions. With one hand he tied my hands above my head while his other continued to torture my ribs. I was his prisoner; unable to disentangle myself from his prowess.
"I never lose, and if I somehow do, I always get my justice," he whispered huskily in my ear.
I wiggled and squirmed, squealing in laughter. With each movement of my body my shirt would rise, but so would his. our bare skin pressed against each other as perspiration began to build. Electricity crackled around the room. Our breathing became heavier and deeper. His hand reached between my knees, tickling inside my leg. I bucked and kicked in efforts to escape his relentless torture.
"Andy, please," I pleaded.
The atmosphere in the room shifted. What was playful banter had changed into heady desire. He released my hands, and brushed my hair back from my face.
Every nerve in my body felt where our skin met. My hands slipped between us, pressing against his sculpted chest. His heart raced against my fingertips.
His hand slid over my hip leaving a trail of heat in its wake. "Mickie," he whispered my name like a sincere prayer.
A deep moan escaped my lungs as his fingers glided over my rib cage. The thin fabric of my tank top wasn't enough to eliminate the heat of his hand from penetrating my burning skin.
His eyes fluttered closed. A throaty groan rumbled from his chest. His thumb breezed along the curve of my breast. I shivered in excitement. The pressure of his weight burrowed down on me.
Every ripple of his stomach, the firmness of his arms, the muscles in his legs, they all encompassed me. His eyes open and a tender smile caressed his lips. "You're so beautiful," he murmured.
I was intoxicated with the smell of his breath washing over my face. I closed my eyes in anticipation of our lips
touching. His hand reached up and cupped the side of my face. His fingers crowned the back of my head, pulling me closer to him.
I could feel the effects of his kiss even before his lips touched mine.
Here's how you can get your copy of this hit:
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If you'd like a chance to win and e-copy of this book, a $10.00 Amazon gift card or a signed paperback copy, click here to enter.