Monday, 27 July 2015

Releasing Tomorrow: Perfect Touch by Elizabeth Lowell

Perfect Touch: A Novel
By: Elizabeth Lowell
Releasing July 28, 2015
William Morrow

Sara Medina is a designer and art dealer from San Francisco. She matches her clients desires with fine and folk art from the world over--living up to her thriving business named Perfect Touch. She still remembers her rural childhood of hard work and poverty on the family dairy farm, but she keeps it firmly in the past as she searches out new artwork and artists that are on the breaking edge of acclaim. After she experienced the cultural riches San Francisco had to offer, she decided her life would be that of an urban career woman rather than a working mom commuting from the suburbs. With the intensive hours and travel required to grow her business to the next level, she has no time or energy left for romantic or family entanglements.

Jay Vermillion recently inherited Vermillion Sky, a ranch that nestles up to Wyoming’s Grand Teton Mountains--and the estates of the rich and restless. As a returned veteran of numerous deployments over the course of two wars, he finds himself wrestling with the demands of a ranch that has been run down during his father’s long illness. Between the urgent need to modernize and revitalize the Vermillion Sky, as well as an unexpected and vicious fight with his former stepmother over the custody of now-valuable paintings that were part of his father’s estate, Jay has no time for finding a wife and creating a sixth generation of Vermillions to ensure the family legacy continues.

When Jay hires Sara to appraise and market his father’s cache of paintings by Harris “Custer” Armstrong, neither one expects the explosive results of their eventual meeting in Jackson, Wyoming. In addition to a mutually inconvenient attraction, they a discover double murder at the edge of the ranch lands and a potential betrayal even closer to home. All trails lead to Custer’s artworks as valuable enough to kill for, especially an unknown painted rumored to be called The Muse.

As Sara and Jay unravel the motive for the killings, they both discover that love, like murder, doesn’t wait for a convenient time. On the heels of that soul-shattering realization, Sara is targeted for murder. Suddenly, the war-weary soldier finds something he is once again willing to die for…

Even as that irritated thought crossed her mind, she hesitated. The call could be from Jay Vermilion, the man who had dozens of fine art paintings that could kick her career up to the next level. Paintings with the potential to be so valuable that they’d been the part of a hotly contested divorce settlement for more than a decade.
Maybe, just maybe, she thought, one of those paintings is the fabled Muse, the only portrait painted by Custer.
That would explain why the legal battle had even outlived the original owner of the paintings, JD Vermilion. JD had passed away several months ago, and his much-younger ex-wife, Liza, was suing JD’s estate to gain access to the art her former husband had begun collecting before she’d even been a teenager in braces. With the passing of her ex, Liza had simply turned her lawyers loose on the primary heir to JD Vermilion’s estate—his son Jay.
Sara’s mouth curved slightly as she continued walking. I’ve never met the infamous Liza Neumann, once Vermilion. But with possession being nine-tenths of the law, I’d put money on Captain Jay Vermilion keeping his ex-stepmother’s grasping hands off the undiscovered Armstrong “Custer” Harris paintings in the future, as well.
The retired army veteran who had recently inherited the family ranch—the fruit of generations of his Vermilion ancestors—had a grit and determination to him that came right through the phone line.
You haven’t even met the man, Sara reminded herself. She fished the cellular out of her tight front pocket at last, glanced at it, and saw the call had gone to voicemail. She palmed the phone and gave a mental shrug. It wasn’t a Wyoming number calling, which meant it wasn’t the Sheriff.
Or Jay, damn it.
Think of the good Captain like any other potential client who calls you during business hours to get advice on Western art, she told herself firmly.
Jay Vermilion might be a potential client, but he was also the man she had been talking to half the nights for the past few months. At first it had been all business, but somehow the conversations had quickly evolved into … more.
I don’t know how I could talk about myself and my work and my dreams like that with someone I’ve never met. And he talked to me, too, about the ranch and weather and the Western woman he hoped to find and marry and beget the seventh generation of Vermilions.
We have such different lives and goals, it’s surprising we had so much to talk about in the first place.

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Elizabeth Lowell’s exciting novels of romantic suspense include New York Times Bestsellers: Dangerous Refuge, Beautiful Sacrifice, Death Echo, The Wrong Hostage, Amber Beach, Jade Island, Pearl Cove, and Midnight in Ruby Bayou. She has also written NYT best-selling historical series set in the American West and Medieval Britain. She has more than 80 titles published to date, with over 24 million copies of her books in print. She lives in the Sierra Nevada Mountains with her husband, with whom she writes novels under a pseudonym. Her favorite activity is exploring the Western United States to find the landscapes that speak to her soul and inspire her writing.
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Release Day! 47 Things by Lilliana Anderson

47 Things by Lilliana Anderson

***CONTENT WARNING*** New Adult Standalone Romance for ages 18+ due to sex scenes and adult situations.

"What's your name, sweetheart?"....

That was the first thing. I wasn't his sweetheart, and he should have already known my name. But, that was the moment I became caught in Tyler Lohan's sight. He was wonderful and complicated, and I'd spent my life trying to hate him for being the golden boy who had everything so easy. However, as with all things, Tyler wasn’t the person he appeared to be from the outside, and once I saw him – the real him – I fell, and I don’t think I ever got back up.

There would be a total of forty-seven things that sucked me into Tyler's life then forced me away. Forty-seven things that ruined me forever.

Forty-seven was never going to be enough.

There was no number great enough...

47 Things. A standalone new adult romance that follows a couple as they come to terms with falling love in a world they can't control, and the certainty of the inevitable.

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A sharp whistle pulled me out of the lives I was escaping into while reading The Poisonwood Bible. It had me engrossed as the family tried desperately to escape a wave of fire ants by running and jumping in a river that contained even greater dangers. My heart was in my throat and it took me a while to snap back to reality.
When I looked up, a familiar black Navaro was idling at the curb in front of me, and an even more familiar face was smiling down as he leaned across the car and peered at me through the open passenger window.
“I like your new footwear,” Tyler commented, grinning at me like he hadn’t just vanished from my life for two weeks.
“It’s the latest style,” I replied, squinting up at him as the sun shone down upon me where I was sitting on a park bench within the hospital grounds. An old lady with an IV pole was sitting on the other end, talking on the phone to someone about wishing she was allowed to have a cigarette.
“Suits you. Need a ride?”
“Janesa and Alex are coming to get me.”
“No they aren’t, I told Alex I’d fill in.”
Nodding, I chewed on my lip a little as I gathered my things and tried to ignore that jealous pang that hit me right in my stomach. Why hadn’t he called me first?
Switching off the engine, he got out of the car to help me up into the cab, the familiarity of his hands on my hips only served to remind me how much I’d missed him while he was gone. I’d really gotten used to his presence in my life after just a few short weeks, and in a way, I think it may have been better if he’d just stayed away. I wasn’t sure that I could cope with his disappearances the way his friends did.
“Feel better without the cast?” he asked as he climbed back into the driver’s side.
“I suppose,” I replied with a shrug, looking out the window as he started up the engine.
“Hey,” he said, reaching over and taking my hand in his. “I’m sorry, OK? I know I let you down.”
The feel of his skin against my skin filled me with more emotions than I had the right to feel where he was concerned. But, they got to me anyway, and it took me a moment before I could reply. “You don’t owe me anything, Tyler.”
Yes, I do, sweetheart,” he said, giving my hand a light squeeze before he placed both hands on the wheel and drove away from the hospital. I wanted to ask him where he’d been and why he hadn’t called. I wanted to ask him what he was really doing with me, but when I opened my mouth, an entirely different question fell from my lips.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked when he turned in the opposite direction to my apartment.
“Alex’s. Supposedly to study for the exam next week, but from what I hear, he and Janesa are getting pretty close. So who knows if we’ll get much done.”
“What are you going to do about the exams you missed?”
He glanced at me, grinning the million-dollar grin of his. “Taken care of. No need to worry about me.”
“If you say so,” I replied, folding my hands across my chest.
“You’re pretty pissed at me, aren’t you?” he asked after a while of driving in silence.
“Why would I pissed at you, Tyler?”
He shrugged. “I promised to look after you and I didn’t. You have to know that I’d never break a promise like that unless I absolutely couldn’t help it.”
I released a sigh. “Seriously, Tyler, I’m sure you had a great reason for taking off the way you did. But, it’s not like we’re in a relationship or anything. You’re here because you feel bad about breaking my ankle. I’m not na├»ve enough to think that it’s anything other than that. So, forget it. I’m not pissed.”
He glanced at me. “You’re pissed,” he stated with great authority.
“Oh, because you know me so well?”
“Yeah, I know you, sweetheart, and I’m pretty sure I’ve even told you that I like you. So I’m suggesting that you get the whole pity friendship bullshit idea out of your head and accept that I’m around because I like you.”
“You don’t know me at all,” I mumbled, feeling totally uncomfortable with the rest of what he said. I wasn’t sure why. I guess I just didn’t really believe it. We were never friends before I broke my ankle, and the time he spent away made me really struggle to see how suddenly, everything changed and we were friends or whatever we were supposed to be. It didn’t make sense to me.
He reached out and placed his hand over mine, entwining our fingers. “I know you, Sarah. And I like you. And I’m going to keep turning up to hang out with you. Deal with it.”
“Fine,” I replied, still looking out the window but secretly, my pulse was racing at a million miles an hour from the fact he was holding my hand as we drove. God, I missed him, and no matter how hard I tried to be angry with him, that simple gesture made my heart sing. I was a mess, and Tyler Lohan was going to break my heart. I could feel it, but I wanted him anyway.

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