Monday, August 8, 2016

Introducing Susan Stoker's Kindle World: Anne Conley's Redemption for Misty


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~ Blurb ~
A year ago Misty was kidnapped and left for dead in the floor of a dirty garage, when she was saved by the guys from Pierce Security. Since then, she’s been living with her brother to save money, while working to build up business for her coffee shop that donates proceeds to victims of violent crimes against women. But it’s a struggle.

When her overprotective brother goes out of town, he leaves his Army buddy Chris, AKA, Casanova to stay with her, with explicit instructions to just keep her safe, not to get into her panties. But his heart has other plans. Chris has been in love with Misty’s picture for years. With the strong need to protect also comes overwhelming feelings of desire.

But things change when the mysterious ‘Ghost’, a regular at her shop, comes in hinting about some unseen danger. Chris and Misty learn promises are meant to be broken and consequences are worth accepting when danger threatens what you love the most.




~ Excerpt ~
Misty had just refilled his cup, one of her hands full with two fresh cappuccinos and the coffee pot in the other. When the noise started, everyone in the coffee shop jumped, but Misty’s reaction was more severe, and Chris completely lost it.
Pop. Pop.
Everything slowed down for Chris. Misty’s body jerked, and she hissed loudly, as if in pain. All he could do was react. Still in slow motion, he leaped from his seat, diving toward his girl. He tackled her to the ground as she yelled in obvious pain.
Then he was covered in hot, wet blood. He’d forgotten how hot blood was. But Misty’s blood was boiling. And she was groaning.
“Where are you hurt?” She’d been shot. Right here in front of him.
Crash was going to kick his ass. And he might as well just go home to his mom. There was no way he could forgive himself. He should have made her stay in the kitchen, where there weren’t any windows. Or home. Yeah. She’d be safe at home. His hands skated across her body, looking for wounds, but all he could feel was hot wetness. It felt like weird blood. It wasn’t sticky at all.
“Why don’t you take her into the kitchen?” Ghost asked, a thin smile on his lips. “Those Volkswagen backfires can be brutal.”

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~Meet Anne Conley ~
Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it.

She's been writing for public consumption for the last five years. Currently, Anne has two completed series out—the Four Winds, and Stories of Serendipity—and two in progress—Pierce Securities,

and Book B!tches. She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private
oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.


~ Connect to Anne ~

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