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Fun Friday Welcomes Ryan Jo Summers!
Bio: I came from a
family of wordsmiths. My dad’s a songwriter and his aunt wrote poetry. I always
wanted to be a veterinarian and an author. After years of working in the animal
care world, I now live in a 1920 mountain cottage with a houseful of rescued
animals and write fiction and non-fiction. My next books slated to be out
Book
Title: WHEN CLOUDS GATHER (Romantic suspense)
Log
Line: One woman, a murder in her home. One man,
hired to indict her.
Book Tag Line: Darby’s world is
falling apart after a murder in her home. She needs a friend. Sam is hired to
send her to prison. Instead they fall in love. Once strange things happen, Sam
has to rethink his position with Darby. And tell her the truth, driving them
apart. When a sinister threat rises, Darby has to decide if she can trust Sam
one more time.
Book
Blurb:
Darby
Adams has a full life between her teen-age son and running a Bed &
Breakfast. One morning she discovers the body of a murdered guest upstairs and
suddenly her home and business is turned into a crime scene. Now she is the
sheriff’s number one suspect. With her life spinning out of control, she
desperately needs a friend.
The
surviving family wants to make sure Darby fully pays for her crime. So they
hire new-in-town Private Investigator Sam Golden to get all the goods on her.
He begins his case in the guise of being Darby’s new friend. Between dodging
disasters and riding out calamities, Darby begins to see a future with Sam and
herself. And Sam has to rethink his opinions of her guilt or innocence. Then
the fateful day comes that he must confesses his dual role to her, tearing her
heart out and destroying any chance at their developing romance.
When
a larger, more serious danger threatens to destroy them all, Darby knows she
has to trust his police instincts once more. However, she isn’t so sure she can
trust him with her heart again.
Book
Excerpt:
Darby fought off the rising panic and
flood of tears, forcing herself to take stock of what seemed to be a hopeless
situation. Two flat tires and a cart of melting groceries. Okay there had to be
a solution in here somewhere.
The roar of a powerful engine slowing
down drew her attention. A big green and tan truck carefully pulled up next to
her, the driver immediately noticing her situation. Though he wore dark aviator
sunglasses, she could see how he quickly studied her dismantled car and swung
to the loaded grocery cart, his expression blank.
Suspicion made her stand tall, sucking
back the tears. Arms hanging at her sides, fists balled tight, she watched as
he jumped down from the truck. He pushed
the truck door shut and leaned against it, hooking his thumbs in the belt loops
of his jean.
“Morning, ma’am. It looks like you're in
a bit of a jamb.”
His smile was almost lethal, stealing
her tangled thoughts away for one split moment before she forced up the
resistance to it.
“Yes, it appears I am.”
He pushed away from the vehicle in a
single fluid motion, going seamlessly to kneeling down and surveying her car
tires. Her head spun a little at his smooth shift in position.
“Do you have a spare? Tire that is,” he
asked, glancing up at her.
Darby bit back a gasp as he slowly
pulled his dark sunglasses off, revealing the most startling eyes. They almost
took her breath away. Sinful, deep, dark brown like his hair. Like twin pools
of sweet chocolate. Like hot fudge.
“Only one,” she admitted.
“Well, that would be one too short,
wouldn't it?”
Never mind he was right, she found
herself lost in the husky strands of his voice. Like soft mournful jazzy blues,
long and low that sent shivers crawling along the spine.
Pushing aside the provocative imagery
and slithering chills his voice caused, she drew herself up straight and tight,
shoulders set.
“Yes, I suppose so,” she agreed stoutly.
* * *
Sam could tell she did not trust him.
Suspicion could not be clearer on her face if she wrote it in permanent
marker. He looked around for the band of
hoodlums. Ironically, they had vanished. They usually did. Okay, in for a
penny, in for a pound, he decided. Wasn't that how that saying went? He thought
about slipping his shades back on, but decided she might prefer it if he kept
his eyes where she could see them. It offered a bit more trust.
“Well, ma'am, it also appears your
groceries are spoiling out here in this sunshine. Would you like for me to give
you a lift somewhere? Maybe then we can figure out what to do about this?” He
waved a hand toward the car.
She narrowed her eyes, crossing her
arms. “You mean you're not scared to be alone with me?” she demanded. “The town
murderer?”
He lazily tilted an eyebrow at her angry
outburst, deciding he liked the green lights flashing in her eyes the best.
Returning to lean against the truck, he crossed one leg in front of the other
and folded his arms over his chest, quietly regarding her.
“Are you?” he asked finally. “A
murderer, I mean.”
“No!”
“Then I guess I'm not scared.”
Question
for YOU Dear Reader:
If
you could win a trip to stay in a Bed and Breakfast inn, where would you want
to go? Quiet seaside village, little rural town, tourist locale or big and
bustling city? In America or abroad? Would you stay in a gigantic Victorian Bed
& Breakfast on the edge of an oceanside cliff if you knew a gristly murder
happened there? Even if it were a free stay?
Contacts
for Ryan Jo:
Website: www.ryanjosummers.com
Buy
link: http://www.amazon.com/When-Clouds-Gather-Ryan-Summers-ebook/dp/B00Q5MVTFM/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1435530300&sr=1-1&keywords=when+clouds+gather&pebp=1435530301556&perid=11GJA40SK15EPAAF6WTX
Giveaway
for one lucky comentor: One pdf copy. Paperback still isn’t available
yet.
