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Book Spotlight and Giveaway: A Desperate Escape by JC Morrows

5/17/2016

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About the Book:

A Secret . . . A Confession . . . A Decision that will change the lives of an entire country.

The palace is scrambling to recover from a brutal assault . . . the country is in disarray . . . and the royal security team is on edge like never before.

Kayden entered the palace under a lie . . . a lie that has now been exposed. 

And now . . .

Prince Dvarius has to decide what to do with his reluctant assassin.

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Excerpt:

Kayden sat on the cot Dvarius had led her toward after they'd rushed inside the bunker. The explosions were coming nearer and nearer.
She leaned back against the wall, going over their last conversation in her mind.
“I was sent here to kill you.”
No matter how she tried, there was simply no other way she could have gotten through to him in that moment. His own training had taken over — pushing him to where he knew he was supposed to go in a crisis.
Drey was counting on that.
She looked up and watched Dvarius pace across the room. There was so much on his shoulders — and now she had added to it.
I will never be able to undo that.
When he turned back to her, she opened her mouth to speak, but he immediately cut her off.
“Do not even try to explain yourself! There is nothing you could say right now that I want to hear!”
He moved away from her again, pacing back and forth, as far as the room would allow, while keeping his distance from her.
With every explosion, his shoulders jerked.
With every shower of plaster that rained down on them, he cringed — and she knew why. She knew he wasn't thinking about the damage or the repairs.
He was thinking about the people who were still out there in the palace — his people — who were still in danger.
She knew his thoughts were on the people who were wounded, with no one to help them, and the ones who had already died.
“You are fortunate the palace is under siege right now or I would send you packing this instant.” His voice was quiet . . . hard . . . cold.
And with it came an unexpected sensation from within her. A lump of emotion lodged itself in her throat, making it difficult to breathe and impossible to speak.
Dvarius turned away. Kayden stayed where she was, not moving anything except her eyes, as he moved back and forth across the length of the massive room — and she tried to figure out what was going on inside of her . . . what emotions had taken hold of her.
There were at least fifty guards in the room with them — and Kayden knew she should be thankful they were more intent on what was happening outside the bunker, but there was no room in her for thankfulness at the moment.
She was too consumed with emotion, fear she recognized . . . fear that the door wouldn't hold, fear that the palace would come down on their heads, fear for the people who did not have such a place to hide, and fear that the end would come without her ever having a chance to tell the Prince how she felt.
It didn't matter that she had not meant for her confession to come out this way.
It had.
And now that the worst was out, she could see what he thought of her.
It didn't matter that this had turned out to be a bad idea.
It didn't matter that she could have found a better way to tell him.
It was done now and there was no going back.
All she could do now was try and protect him, if he would let her.
She was still a little surprised that he'd led her into the bunker, his arm at her back, guiding her . . . protecting her.
He could have sent her away. He could have left her outside the doors, completely vulnerable in the castle, but he hadn't — and she knew why.
She had known for some time that he was not the man she had been led to believe — a man she had been sent to assassinate.
“Have you no loyalty?”
The question took her by surprise. It was not spoken in the same harsh tone, but in nearly a whisper.
“Do you really think so little of me?”
His words shocked her so much that her response was literally the first thing that came to mind.
“I didn't know you then.”
There was a hint of something in his expression — something that she could not identify.
“What am I supposed to think now? How am I supposed to believe anything you say . . . anything you have said?”
“I don't know.”
She had to force the words out through the pain that had filled her chest.
He nodded and walked away again. She breathed out a heavy sigh. As her breath hitched with unshed tears, a glint of light refracted off the edge of her ring.
Very slowly, she moved the fingers of her right hand up her left hand until they rested on the ring.
She knew she would always cherish every moment that had led her here . . . even sitting in this bunker while Prince Dvarius angrily paced.
Even when she had nearly killed him with an arrow, he had loved her. He had chosen her when no one had wanted him to — perhaps not even the Queen. Now he was protecting her, even though she had been sent to kill him.
He is a good man and he will be a good king.
All she had to figure out was how to get him on that throne.

About the author:

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​JC Morrows - Bestselling author of YA Christian speculative fiction, drinker of coffee and avid reader - is a storyteller in the truest sense of the word. JC has been telling stories in one form or another her entire life and once her mother convinced her to write them down, she couldn't stop.

She finished her first speculative fiction novel purely for the enjoyment of her mother - also known as her biggest fan.

She gives God all of the glory for her talent and ability!


"And the LORD answered me, and said, Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it." Habakkuk 2:2 KJV


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Giveaway!

JC is generously giving away a copy of any book in the Order of the Moonstone series: A Reluctant Assassin, A Treacherous Decision, or A Desperate Escape to one lucky winner! To enter, just fill out the Giveaway Tools form below. (If it doesn't show up in the email, click here and go to http://www.annaweaverbooks.com/giveaways to enter from the website.) Giveaway ends 5/24. Thanks for participating and God bless!
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Book Spotlight: Allyson Carter and "Buried Secrets"

4/11/2016

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About the Book:

A message from her dead husband turns Mary Cox’s life upside down. Someone wants to kill her and her daughter, Faith. They’ll stop at nothing to track her down. The only man she trusts is her best friend’s brother Jace, except, he lied to her before. Will secrets from her past destroy the life she’s made for herself or bring them closer together and to God?
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Just as Jace Smith begins to adjust to civilian life, a cry of help from the only woman he’s ever cared for sends him back into the heat of battle. The type where someone—may not come out alive in the end. Secrets are revealed and nothing will ever be the same again. He’d do anything to keep Mary and her daughter safe from the danger after them. But a secret from his past threatens everything. Can they ever get back what they once had or die trying?

Excerpt:

The chime of the door bell propelled Mary Cox down the hall. If the person on the other side woke her daughter, she’d pound them. Another long night up with a teething one-year old. She reached for the door knob and jerked it open harder than she wanted to. With her right hand, she grabbed the doorframe to keep herself from falling into the man’s arms on the other side.

Her gaze settled on a tall man in black shorts and a purple shirt. Delivery. She didn’t remember ordering anything. He raised a brow at her as she placed a finger to her lips. He shrugged his broad shoulders and smiled at her as he thrust a clipboard at her. She signed and he handed her the package. Sweat beaded against her forehead as her stomach rolled. Bad sign. Mary made her way into the living room in a daze. Her legs shook and she eyed the blue couch for a moment.

She sat on the couch, and opened it. A DVD fell out. Who would send something like this? She rose, walked over and placed it inside the player. The disk started moments later. She gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. Bruce. Her now dead husband starred back at her on the screen.
Mary’s legs began to shake as did the rest of her body. She sank to the floor and wrapped her arms around her chest. It felt like her heart might break all over again into a million pieces. Her body ached as tears sprung to life in her eyes. Bruce sat in a room in his uniform. She always loved him in it. He looked so sexy. His blue eyes stared back at her. Like he was standing in the room with her. The rich baritone in his voice wrapped around her. She couldn’t focus on his words. The sight of him again after a year muted all other sensory perception. She’d give anything to touch him once again.

She reached a hand to the screen and stroked his face. Mary closed her eyes to put his face in the imprint of her mind… not that she needed to. The taut skin would be warm against her palm. His whiskers would brush her cheeks as he kissed her. She’d inhale the wonderful masculine scent of Old Spice and Bruce.

The cessation of his voice brought her out of her memories. Startled, she got up and skipped back to the scene once again. This time she concentrated on his words. The stern look on his face had her back ramrod straight.

“If anything happens to me or I die, it’s not an accident. They’ve found me and took me out for what I know.” His voice cracked. Bruce stood and started to pace, his eyes cast down. He ran a hand through his hair before he looked back at the screen. The black hair slipped through her fingers like fluffy clouds. “I love you so much, Mary and still it wasn’t enough. Don’t you know I’d do anything to keep you safe? Anything.” He let out a nervous laugh. The sight of his teeth made a frog catch in her throat. He’d always had the greatest smile. “You and the baby mean more to me than I’d ever be able to tell you. Now, honey, I don’t want to scare you, but they’ll come after you once they take me out. I just pray they go down before it comes to that.”

Faith? Faith’s in danger? Her hands shook. What had he gotten himself involved in? A part of her knew he’d never do anything to bring harm to her and the baby if he could help it. The other part wanted to beat him. How could she keep Faith safe now with Bruce gone? None of this made any sense. She batted the tears away with the back of her hand.

“I can’t give out much information in case the DVD is taken by them. Just look into the name Robert Wesley. But be careful. Ask Jace to help you. I love you and the baby. Be brave.”
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Buy link: Kindle

About the Author:

Allyson writes in the Edgy Christian market in the suspense and romance genres. In her books, you’ll find emotionally stirring story lines, as well as suspense with faith mixed in. She resides in Missouri with her loving husband and four wonderful children, and three cats. When not spending time with her family, you can find her knitting, and watching way too many suspense shows and reality TV.
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She can be found around the internet at these places her website, Facebook and Twitter.
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