Sin City Temptation – On Sale for $1.99!

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If you haven’t read my book, SIN CITY TEMPTATION, now’s a great time to do so! The ebook is on sale for only $1.99!

Not sure how long the sale will last, so get your copy today!

About the story:

Is love in the cards? 

Former police officer Trinity Layton will do anything to keep her personal security business afloat—even babysit professional poker player Gunner Brooks. Bizarre incidents have been plaguing the poker tour, and Trinity has been hired to keep Gunner safe. But when the gorgeous playboy convinces her to pose as his girlfriend, she might be the one who needs protecting, as their passionate charade quickly becomes all too real.

A gambler in the game of life, Gunner has made his fortune playing for the greatest prizes. The last thing he needs during this tournament is a bodyguard hanging around, especially one as alluring as Trinity. And being together 24/7 just tripled their odds of falling for one another. Now, as Gunner prepares for the championship of his career, he’s playing for the highest stakes of all: Trinity’s heart.

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Excerpt:

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” she said.

The thought of a woman telling him that she was going to protect him didn’t sit right with Gunner. Sure, he had wanted a female bodyguard, but that part of his idea had stemmed from wanting him and Trinity to get reacquainted.

“Thanks,” he mumbled and walked away.

“Before you go.” He stopped again and faced her. “I’d like to teach you a few self-defense moves, just in case you’re in a tough situation and need to protect yourself.”

A bark of laughter erupted from him. “You’re going to show me some moves?” When she put her hands on her hips and shifted her weight to one leg, scowling, he stopped laughing. His mouth dropped open. “You’re serious?”

“I’m dead serious.” She removed the lightweight jacket and revealed the sexy black blouse that had almost cost him a loss tonight. Tossing her jacket to one of the kitchen chairs, she moved into the family room and kicked off her killer high heels. “Gunner, this is part of my job. This is what I do.” She glanced back at him, still standing in the kitchen, dumbfounded.

He analyzed her for a moment. The way his body ached for her, it would be best for him to head to his home gym as originally planned. But there was a stronger force pushing him toward her and he was powerless to resist.

“So what do you say? Are you going to let me teach you some moves?”

He set his bottle of water on the kitchen counter and went to her. “Sweetheart, I have moves that you haven’t seen or experienced before.”

Before she could respond, his mouth covered hers with a hunger that had built up since the first day she’d stepped into his dorm room all those years ago. It’d taken everything within him not to seize what he wanted back then, but now he couldn’t help himself. He kissed her deeply and thoroughly, drinking in the sweetness of her lips, succumbing to the power she had over him.

His hands scaled down the sides of her hips and pulled her curvy body close. He had no doubt that she felt the length of his desire pressing against her pelvis. The lower part of his body moved of its own accord as he ground against her. His heart pounded so loud within his chest, he was sure she could hear it. None of his fantasies of having her in his arms matched the reality of this moment. He heard himself moan and then her body went rigid, as if suddenly coming to her senses.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered and pushed him away. “What are you doing?” Her hand hovered near her mouth, her eyes wild and accusing.

“If you don’t know, apparently I wasn’t doing it right.”

“Don’t get cute! You know what I’m talking about.” She ran her hands through her shoulder-length hair and paced around the room. She stopped and glared at him. “I don’t know what possessed you to kiss me, but you’d better make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

“I’m attracted to you and, based on that kiss, I’d say the feelings are mutual. So I did what I’ve longed to do for years. And I must say, it was even more amazing than I imagined it would be.”

“Like I said, it can’t happen again,” she huffed. “Otherwise, I’m going to have to put someone else on this assignment.”

Now she had his attention. With two long strides, he stood before her and gently grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“We have an agreement.” He leaned in close, but stopped just before his lips touched hers. “And if I wanted someone else to guard me, I would have hired someone else. I want you. Besides, sweetheart, we signed a contract. You’re mine for two months.”

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The Darkest Loop by James Fant

It’s always a pleasure to have my author friend, James Fant, stop by my blog! Today, James is introducing us to his latest release – THE DARKEST LOOP! Check it out!

Blurb:

Dallas Anderson is stuck in a time loop that repeats Labor Day 2001 to September 11, 2001. He thinks he must prevent the terrorist attacks to break the loop. But each loop challenges that theory, igniting a fiery romance between him and his best friend’s sister and exposing the dark truth behind Déjà vu.

Genre: Historical Fiction, Romance, Thriller

Excerpt:

Someone somewhere was giving me a gang of second chances. Who knew when their generosity was going to run out?

So I staked out in the side parking lot of Family Medicine. I backed my Camry into a spot near some bushes so I wouldn’t be seen. But by the time I arrived there at 7:00 in the morning, there was no one to be seeing me anyway.

There I was, sitting in the driver seat like an old flatfoot. Slumped in my seat. A baseball cap pulled over my head. The tint on my windows provided an excellent cover. I spent the entire early morning thinking about the why of the loop. The why haunted me. Eluded me. It had nothing to do with saving Kevin. I knew that now. I knew exactly why I was stuck in a time loop. My mission. But the mission was daunting—much too daunting for one man to tackle. I needed a partner. Thena was the first person who came to mind. It was like a little voice in my head telling me that we were somehow irrevocably linked in some cosmic and spiritual way. In the kind of way that would cause her to believe me when I told her that I was in this loop. The kind of blind faith that would have her help me in perhaps doing what I was chosen to do. But I had to save Kevin. And I couldn’t get hurt in the process. I would sure need my ankle later.

It was nearly noon when I saw Thena walk by and I cursed. Why was she still here? Wasn’t she still mad at Kevin?

Now, I knew that the incident with the van wouldn’t take place for another fifteen minutes or so. So I had to act fast.

I pushed through the lobby doors in my trench coat and ball cap and said, “I knew you were going to let me down!”

“Dallas,” she turned left, right, then back to me. “What are you doing here?”

“I’ve told you: I’ve been here before.”

“Here?”

I looked around the lobby. “No…not here. But out there.” I pointed out the dark glass window. “Definitely out there.” Mind you, I was wearing a trench coat in the beginning of September, along with a hat pulled tightly over my eyes. I hadn’t taken stock in the craziness of my outfit. My next statement would sound to Thena as crazy as the outfit I was wearing.

“I’m stuck in a time loop. That’s how I know about Bryant Green—but all I know about him is that you were engaged long ago. That’s not important. I only brought him up because it’s a fact that I know that I could not have known unless I saw you talking to him, and of course your mother told me that you were engaged.”

“Kevin could’ve told you all of that. You know what? You need to leave.”

“Kevin’s coming soon. He’s going to start into that intersection and get demolished unless I save him.”

“I’m calling security.”

“Yesterday, you were wearing light pink toe-nail polish with glitter.” She narrowed her eyes. “Now how would I know that unless you took off your shoes? You didn’t yesterday. Not that yesterday. But on a previous yesterday, you did.”

Thena was motioning to the representative behind the reception counter. “Excuse me! Sir? Would you please call Public Safety?”

“Oh my goodness.” I shot up from my chair. “Kevin’s coming.”

I dashed out, knowing in my heart each step was the sealing of my fate. Sweat pooled at the base of my neck to match the moistness on my forehead. I tossed the hat to the ground. Why? No clue. Maybe I thought in the seconds between my lunging from the glass doors to the sidewalk my hat would slow me down. But that was stupid. The hat—if I still had it—would cushion the blow as my head hit the ground—again. Of course I didn’t feel much pain on my first go round (if that was the first go round of me attempting to save Kevin). But the pain afterwards? The mind gnawing migraines. My ankle feeling like someone had stabbed through it all the way to the bone. And that same someone had the unmitigated gall to leave that knife there. That rusty knife. In the next microsecond it dawned on me: what if I didn’t just get nicked this time? What if that minivan plowed right through me? Or what if I was unsuccessful in pushing Kevin out of the way of the van this time? It was sheer luck that aided me the last time. That stunt man stuff you see in the movies is not as reproducible as you think in the real world. Could I do it twice?

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About the Author:

James Fant is an award winning author who lives in Charleston, SC with his lovely wife and two hilarious children. He received a degree in biology from College of Charleston and a master’s in business administration from Charleston Southern University. His love for literature was forged by the works of Eric Jerome Dickey, Walter Mosely, and Stephen King. He also finds inspiration from screenwriters Shonda Rhimes, Aaron Sorkin and Kurt Sutter. Literarily, James has always been drawn to intelligent yet imperfect characters and he writes novels with them in mind.

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