Welcome to my post for the Price of a Kiss excerpt tour! Check back later for my post on the review tour. So how does this work? Well, I have the first bit of the excerpt here. As the tour goes on, check out the other stops to see the next part of the excerpt. It's a great one. This scene is one of my favorite in the book. Also, I have a giveaway coming up for a signed copy, e-copies, and a $20 gift card. But, before we get to all the fun, allow me to introduce the book:
Release date: August 15, 2013
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Oh, who am I kidding? For a freshman in college, I have to have the worst dating track record ever.
It’s no wonder love is the last thing on my mind when Mason Lowe enters my life. But the chemistry between us is like bam! Our connection defies logic. And he’s just so freaking hot. Being around him makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt before. I even like bickering with him. He could be my soul mate...except for one teeny tiny glitch.
He's a gigolo.
Boy, do I know how to pick them.
Excerpt Part 1:
I lay down on the couch and closed my eyes to catch my breath. Worn out from all the energy I’d put into entertaining my new buddy, I fell asleep almost immediately. But something jerked me from a muddled dream where Jeremy was pinning me to the door of my childhood bedroom and opening his pocketknife with an evil leer. “I told you trying to get rid of me would be a big mistake.”
A muted light shimmered from the hallway, providing me with a dim, shadowed outlook of the Arnosta living room. I had no idea what time it was, but it felt late. Groggy and disoriented, I stirred and yawned. I began to sit upright when I heard a noise from the back of the house.
A thump and then scraping wood yanked me alert.
That didn’t sound right.
I panicked because I’d left my purse in the kitchen when Sarah and I had danced earlier, and the kitchen was way too close to where that sound had originated. My mace, Taser, and cell phone were in there.
Hell, yes, I owned a Taser. My psycho stalker ex-boyfriend had tried to kill me four months ago.
What was worse, I suddenly couldn’t remember a thing I’d learned in self-defense training.
Oh, God. How was I supposed to protect Sarah?
Sarah! Wait, what if she’d somehow gotten out of bed, and that was her back there, hurt?
I had to know what that sound was. But, Lordy, I wasn’t sure if I had the courage to find out.
To be on the safe side, I snatched one of the dolls we’d used for our campout that was still sitting on the floor with its back propped against the entertainment center. Then I crept to the opening of the hallway, scared out of my gourd.
Thinking of Sarah’s safety first was the only thing that gave me the nerve I needed to put one foot in front of the other, because if Jeremy had found me and followed me here, there was no way I was letting him anywhere near that sweet, innocent girl.
I paused at the partially closed doorway to her room, holding my breath, half hoping she was inside—and safe—and half hoping she wasn’t—because if it wasn’t her making that noise, then who the hell was?
I nudged her door the rest of the way open and peered into the darkness inside. The nightlight plugged into the wall revealed a perfectly shaped Sarah-sized lump on the bed. Then she shifted, making her mattress and sheets rustle.
Okay, so she was here. Then who else was in the house with us? If Dawn—or even Mason—was home, wouldn’t they have woken me and told me I could go?
Something moved again in the back bathroom at the end of the hall, the one Dawn had told me not to use because the toilet didn’t work right. It sounded like a drawer opening and shutting.
Was someone looking for drugs or a weapon to use against me?
Shaking all over, I gripped the doll in my hands tighter and held it like a ball bat, prepared to swing a home run if necessary.
Just as the door to Sarah’s room had been, the opening to the bathroom was also hanging half open. I had to creep closer than I wanted to in order to get a peek inside. When I finally eased in just enough to see the sink, I froze solid. Hermione Granger could've pointed a wand at me and shouted, "Stupefy," and she wouldn't have had a better result. I could only stand there in shocked wonder and gawk. All fear vanished to be replaced by instant fascination.
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About the Author:
Linda grew up on a dairy farm in the Midwest as the youngest of eight children. Now she lives in Kansas with her husband, toddler daughter, and their nine cuckoo clocks. She works a day job in the acquisitions department of a university library and feels her life has been blessed with lots of people to learn from and love. Writing's always been a major part her world, and she's thrilled to finally share some of her stories with other romance lovers.