Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Hunted by Marissa Garner: Release Blitz & Excerpt


Blurb:

For San Diego's elite FBI agents, risking their lives is standard procedure when it comes to capturing the city's most dangerous criminals-but falling in love is the greatest risk of all.

Catching bad guys in San Diego's underworld isn't just FBI Special Agent Ben Alfren's job, it's his life. He doesn't have time for a serious relationship, doesn't want one either. So when he meets his sexy new neighbor, Amber Jollett, he has nothing more in mind than unwinding with a glass of wine, a romantic walk on the beach...and maybe a hot fling.

But Amber is more than he bargained for. Her job as a nurse has brought her face-to-face with women caught in a human trafficking ring, women she's determined to help. As Ben and Amber plot to rescue the women, the attraction between them flares into passion. But they'll learn that in this dangerous game of cat and mouse, real love can save - or doom - them . . .


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About the Author:

I'm a wife, writer, chocoholic, and animal lover, not necessarily in that order. As a little girl, I cut pictures of people out of my mother's magazines and turned them into characters in my simple stories. Now I write sexy paranormal romantic suspense, steamy contemporary romance, and edgy romantic thrillers. I live in sunny Southern California with my husband, but enjoy traveling from Athens to Anchorage to Acapulco and many locations in between.

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Excerpt:

“Go home,” SSA Rex Kelley ordered late Thursday afternoon.

“But, Boss—” Ben began.

“No buts. You’ve been putting in eighteen-hour days. If you were hot on a trail, it’d be different. You’ve done good work shutting down some of H’s goddamn whorehouses, but you don’t have a single lead on the five missing women. Take a break.”

“We still need to reconnoiter the Fallbrook and San Ysidro locations tonight.”

“ICE is handling it. Quit arguing and go home.”

As Ben drove across the Coronado Bridge thirty minutes later, he admitted to himself that Rex was right. He needed a break. Not just from the long hours, but also from the frustration of the operation. And he knew exactly what he needed to lessen the pressure.

He stopped at a florist and bought a dozen pink roses. The salesclerk suggested the color after inquiring about the recipient and the occasion. Hopefully, the flowers would send the right message.

After changing out of his suit and into jeans and a black T-shirt, he crossed the courtyard and climbed the stairs to Amber’s apartment. He rang the doorbell twice, but she didn’t answer.

He had just raised his hand to knock when someone said, “Ben?”

A woman with curly, red hair stood at the bottom of the stairs. Huge mirrored sunglasses covered half her face. She wore jeans and a sweater, and for the life of him, Ben didn’t recognize her. He did his best not to remember the women in the complex who were always hounding him, but this one didn’t ring any bells at all. Only a curly, redheaded little girl from some musical came to mind, and that didn’t help.

“Hey,” he said nonchalantly, hoping she’d leave without trying to make conversation.

She cocked her head and seemed to peer at the flowers, but he really couldn’t tell with the outrageous glasses.

“You lookin’ for Amber?” she asked in a rich Southern drawl.

Now that strong an accent he definitely would’ve remembered. His antennae went up. “Yeah. You know her?”

“Shor do.”

The woman started up the stairs. Ben studied the sway of her hips, the set of her shoulders, the shape of her lips covered in garish neon-pink lipstick.

“So, why’re ya lookin’ for Amber? As if I didn’t know,” she muttered under her breath.

“Of course, you know. But since she’s not home, you’ll do.”

He dropped the flowers and yanked her into his arms before she could respond. His mouth came down hard on hers. Her little squeal of surprise parted her lips, and his tongue plunged inside. Grinning to himself, he prepared for her to push him away or slam her knee into his junk. To his amazement, she did neither.

Instead, she melted into him with a soft moan. Her duffel bag landed with a thud, freeing her fingers to weave into his hair. She pressed against him, rubbing in all the strategic spots. Bolts of desire shot along his nerves to his groin. Lust flared like he hadn’t felt in a long time. He shifted her higher against the ridge of his hardening erection.

“Amber,” he groaned when he paused for oxygen.

Tearing herself from his embrace, she jumped back. “You jerk. You knew it was me?”

Ben’s brain needed a second to recover from lust overload before he could answer. He cleared his throat and grinned. “Damn right. You think I’d kiss a complete stranger like that?”

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