Debbie: Well, (turns
to Laura) this is the first stop on our tour of Red River. You’d think we
would have stopped at the Bakery, but no here we are in front of Red River’s
steakhouse. The one where Abby went on that blind date with...(huge eye roll)
Elliot.
Laura: Yeah, Elliot
Swanson, attorney at law. Hmm…what can I say? Let’s look at the menu.
Debbie: Well, the
food looks excellent. They certainly do give huge portions, lol. Remember how
disgusted Abby was by the huge hunk of rare steak Elliot devoured?
Laura: OMG!
Disgusting. (chunks a roll at Debbie) Okay…if you don’t quit talking
about that man, I’m going to lose my appetite.
Debbie: You just
jinxed yourself woman. He's heading this way.
Laura: Crap. Of
course he is. (glares at Deb then looks up) Elliot Swanson, what a
surprise. So good to see you. Why don’t you join us? Take a seat next to
Debbie, she was just talking about you.
Elliot: Why Elliot
would be honored to sit next to such a beautiful woman.
Laura: Yes she is.
And she’s single, too.
Elliot: (raises
brow) Is that so? Well, play your cards right, and Elliot might ask you out
for a date.
Debbie: (kicks
Laura HARD under the table) Why, bless your little heart. I'm sure I'd be
honored, Elliot, but I'm just not sure I'm ready to take that step yet. But do,
please tell us about yourself. Now, since Laura and I wrote you, I know you're
not a main character, so what is your role in the book. (beyond being
an insufferable pig)
Elliot: Why I’m
Elliot Swanson, attorney at law. (pops a card, hands it to Debbie, and grins)
This town couldn’t survive without his expertise. Why, Elliot is an expert at
lots of things, if you catch the meaning.
Laura: Ahem. Um, I
heard you were called down to the police station for questioning about those
horrible murders.
Elliot: What? That
buffoon, Detective Parker, doesn’t know his head from a hole in the ground.
Elliot Swanson did not murder anyone. Elliot’s a lover not a killer. (turns
toward Debbie) Though he has been referred to as a killer lover on more
than one occasion. Can I buy you a drink?
Debbie: I'm DD
tonight, sorry. So, what makes you so important to this town? I still don't get
it. You're a defense attorney. I guess that in itself could be important, but
you seem to think there is more to it than that. By the way, Detective Parker
did get his guy, so I guess he knows something.
Elliot: (snorts)
He stumbled into it. The whole town knows he’s a joke.
Debbie: Well, Abby
sure doesn't. They seem quite happy together.
Elliot: Poppycock.
It won’t last. The whole town knows she’s one step away from the loony bin,
what with her going into hysterics over a peppermint. It’s a piece of a candy,
for Pete’s sake. Who’s ever heard of such a thing?
Debbie: Elliot, why
do you keep referring to yourself in the third person? Don't you find it
annoying?
Elliot: (snicks
air against his teeth and narrows eyes) Exactly what are you driving at,
Ms. Gould? There’s no need to poke a tiger with a pointy stick. I’ve heard this
song and dance before. Abby Montgomery lied about her availability for dating
as well. Caught her at the café across town with her high school heartthrob. (puts
hand over his heart) You cut deep, Ms. Gould, all because Elliot Swanson
flirted with a beautiful and desirable woman.
Debbie: (spews
the drink of water she'd just taken all over the front of Elliot) What the
f—?
Laura: (abruptly
sits up and looks toward the window) Wait. Did someone just have a wreck
outside?
Elliot: (brushes
shirt off and stands) Elliot needs to go check on the people outside, see
there was anyone at fault. They might need a lawyer. (nods) Ms. Garland.
Ms. Gould. And don’t be afraid to use that card. (winks)
Laura: A lawyer?
What about a paramedic? I swear, I think he really believed he had a shot with
you. (eyeballs Deb) You’re not gonna call him, right?
Debbie: Not if he
was the last man alive in Red River!
Laura: LOL I didn’t
think so. (looks at menu) Hmm…what looks good to you?
Debbie: Ohhh this
Vermont Maple chicken looks awesome!
Laura: Perfect.
Gotta keep our strength up for this blog tour.
Debbie: You know it.
Okay so lets eat and decide the next place we should check out. And please make
it somewhere Elliot is NOT! That is one creepy dude. It's no wonder Ethan
considers him a suspect.
Vermont Maple Chicken
Cook Time: 50 minutes
Total Time: 50 minutes
Ingredients:
•
1 chicken, 2-1/2-3 pounds, cut up or equivalent chicken breasts
•
1/4 cup butter, melted
•
1/2 cup Pure Vermont Maple Syrup
•
1/2 teaspoon grated lemon rind
•
1 teaspoon salt (optional)
•
Dash of pepper (optional)
•
1/4 cup sliced, chopped or slivered almonds
•
2 teaspoons lemon juice
Preparation:
Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Place chicken pieces in a shallow, buttered baking
dish. Mix remaining ingredients and pour evenly over chicken. Bake uncovered
50-60 minutes. Baste occasionally.
Sins of the Mind
BLURB:
Seven years ago, Abby
Montgomery survived a brutal attack. Now she is ready to put her pain in the
past and move on with her life. The problem is, one by one the men in her life
are being viciously murdered.
The
detective assigned to the case, Ethan Parker, has demons of his own to hide. As
the danger gets closer to Abby, so does Ethan. But can they get past his
secrets before the killer gets to them? Sometimes the sins of the mind are more
depraved than the sins of the heart.
Genre: Contemporary, erotic
romance, suspense, thriller, romantic suspense
Word count – 87k
EXCERPT:
“Moment?” He raised his eyebrows, tried for a surprised
expression. “We were having a moment? Where was I?”
A husky laugh escaped Abby’s lips. She gave him a playful shove,
but he caught her hand, his fingers encircling her delicate wrist. With great
care, he bowed his head and pressed his lips to the center of her palm. Her
sharp intake of air told him she liked it.
“Is this the moment you were referring to?” He kissed her wrist.
“Or this?” His mouth grazed along her skin, up the side of her neck to the
tender point below her ear.
“Mmm.” She shivered.
He inhaled, reveled in her unique scent. A mixture of spicy
vanilla and exotic flowers invaded his senses and sent the room slowly
spinning. Primal lust roared through him, demanded he possess her in a rush of
carnal passion.
But Ethan resisted.
Intent on enticing Abby into a wild, heated frenzy, he trailed the
tip of his tongue along her throat. Her pulse hammered beneath his ardent
attention, and he reveled in her response. His fingers slid over her supple
skin. One hand sought the silky tresses adorning her head while the other
coaxed her legs across his lap and then slipped around her waist.
He pulled back, stared into her lovely face. Eyelids fluttering,
she sighed in his arms. When she looked at him, desire burned bright in her
eyes. His heart stuttered at the sight, and hot need rushed to his groin.
“Abby.” Her name rolled
from his tongue in a mix of desperation and lust. A voracious hunger to taste
every inch of her body washed over him. The urge to kiss the small of her back,
to run his tongue along her skin, delving and dipping into her secret,
sensitive places, all but overwhelmed him. “Tell me to stop. If you’re not
ready, honey, tell me to stop right now and by all that’s holy, I will. But you
need to know how much I want you right now.”
~*~
-
L.J. Garland & Debbie Gould can be tracked down at http://www.garland-and-gould.blogspot.com/
where they blog, chat about stuff, and interview other authors.
- L.J. can be caught at www.lj-garland.com and emailed at mail@lj-garland.com You can also tweet her at @LJ_Garland1
- Debbie can be found at http://www.authordebbiegould.com/ and emailed at mountecho2006@yahoo.com. You can tweet her @DebbieGould
- They love hearing from people who have enjoyed our stories!
- L.J. can be caught at www.lj-garland.com and emailed at mail@lj-garland.com You can also tweet her at @LJ_Garland1
- Debbie can be found at http://www.authordebbiegould.com/ and emailed at mountecho2006@yahoo.com. You can tweet her @DebbieGould
- They love hearing from people who have enjoyed our stories!
And
you can find Sins of the Mind here!
2 comments:
Sounds exciting!!! Congratulations.
Thanks, Barbara!
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