Today I'm giving my blog over to author Lisa Beth Darling to promo her two newest releases, "Sins of the Father" and "Cold November Rain" - check it out!
SINS OF THE FATHER
BOOK #2 SISTER CHRISTIAN SERIES
BY LISA BETH DARLING
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As Hannah recovers from emergency
brain and heart surgery, memories of the past take over her dreams with such
clarity they cannot be denied. As the last of the painful family secrets,
including what really happened the night of Hannah's accident and the
circumstances surrounding the death of her only son, Little Ricky, come to
light it's up to her brother, Doctor Richard Mason, and his unconventional
methods to help her confront the ugliness.
For it is only when we deal with our demons that we can leave them
behind and work toward a bright future.
Please note this novel/series is NOT
a "Christian" or "religious" story. Adult themes apply and reader
discretion is advised.
EXCERPT:
Something that sounded like a
shotgun blast echoed through the church. Father Murphy ran out of the
vestibule. "What is it?"
"Someone's at the door." Sister Cynthia said.
"Who knocks
on the door of a church?" Father Murphy huffed. The sound came again. It was sharp and
demanded attention. Those were not knuckles wrapping at the door.
Outside in the rain, Spaulding turned to Mason and echoed
Father Murphy's sentiment. "What's wrong with you? No one knocks on the door of a church."
"How ya supposed to get 'em to let ya in?"
"Open the door?" Spaulding put his hand on the
handle as he went to push it; it was opened from the other side. "Oh,
hello, Father." He stuttered.
Father Murphy looked at the two men standing in the pouring
rain. "Are you here for her? Please
tell me that the Lord has guided your steps and brought you here for her."
"Actually it was a trail of broken glass, not
God." Mason said gruffly. "Where is she? Where's Hannah?"
Father Murphy held out his arm and stood aside. "Come
this way, My Son."
Putting one foot over the threshold of the church Mason
looked at the priest, "Let's get one thing straight right now, Padre, I'm
not your son."
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COLD NOVEMBER RAIN
BOOK #2 IN THE DOC SERIES
BY LISA BETH DARLING
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Mason and his
Mystery Lover meet again in the second installment of the hot adult The Doc
Series. As he becomes sucked into her
world of insanity, hot sex and crazy love ensue much against Mason's better
judgment. Mason is not alone in his lust
for the fair 'Rose'. Someone else is watching and seething over her loss.
Someone who will stop at nothing to get even with Mason for taking her away.
EXCERPT:
Rick felt his heart drop; she was here but she'd already
picked out her prey for the night.
Feeling his jaw clench as he tried to decide if he should
stay or go, Tony put a glass of scotch on the bar for him. There wasn't any sense in letting good booze
go to waste. Turning his back to his
Mystery Woman, Rick retrieve the drink only to discover the large mirror behind
the bar gave him a better angle on her companion for the evening; male, maybe
thirty, good looking. Lucky guy didn't
know what he was in for tonight. The
Mystery Woman raised her empty glass to catch Tony's attention and, like a good
bartender, Tony went right over to her with a fresh Martini. Downing the double-shot, Rick gazed in the
mirror to stare at her reflection, she was staring at his back from the corner
of her pale green eyes as she chatted with the man across from her.
Rick looked away wondering if it was just coincidence or
if she'd noticed him sitting there so he gave it a few moments while he
lingered over his drink before glancing into the mirror again. This time she
wasn't taking a sneak peek at him from the corner of her eye she was looking
directly at him, past him, at his reflection. When she saw him staring back at
her, she smiled for him. Shy.
Precocious. Full of promise.
Was she wishing he'd come over there? Maybe. Only one way to find out.
Rick eased himself off the barstool and made his way over
to where the couple was engaged in light conversation. "Excuse me,"
he said to the man in the booth, "You're in my seat."
"Pardon?" The man asked as he looked from him to
her. "Were you waiting for this guy?"
"Actually," she said softly, "I
was." She was surprised and
delighted by the Doc's forthrightness. "Hi, Do-c."
There it was, 'Do-c', just the way she said in it his
dreams, with that extra little coy kick she gave the 'c'. It made him want to melt. "Hi."
Rick said to her. "Three's a crowd." He said to the man. "Go on
beat it."
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Cold November Rain on Kindle and Smashwords $0.99:
