MAN LAW~ ADRIENNE GIORDANO…#giveaway,and #excerpt…

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MAN LAW by Adrienne Giordano

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About the Book

Title: The Marshal
Author: Adrienne Giordano
Publisher: Harlequin Intrigue
Release Date: January 1, 2015
Genre: Romantic Suspense

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Book Summary:

His painful past is their present danger. The last thing US Marshal Brent Thompson needs is distraction from his work. But distraction—in the form of a sexy Chicago investigator—is exactly what he gets. Jenna Hayward is as alluring as she is determined, driven to help apprehend the murderer who killed Brent’s mother twenty-three years ago. With a shared mission—and a steadily rising attraction that jeopardizes Brent’s resolve to stay unattached—the pair must work together to get answers…before the murderer makes them his next victims.

 

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Giordano Author PhotoAbout the Author

USA Today bestselling author Adrienne Giordano writes romantic suspense and mystery. She is a Jersey girl at heart, but now lives in the Midwest with her workaholic husband, sports obsessed son and Buddy the Wheaten Terrorist (Terrier). She is a co-founder of Romance University blog and Lady Jane’s Salon-Naperville, a reading series dedicated to romantic fiction.

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The Marshal CoverChapter One from The Marshal

This was a switch.
Deputy U.S. marshal Brent Thompson stood in a Chicago hotel ballroom among a throng of impeccably dressed political big shots that, for once, he didn’t have to protect.
Tonight, he was a guest.
Whether that made him happy or not was anyone’s guess. But he’d stay another hour for Judge Kline, a woman he’d spent two years watching over after her husband and children were murdered by some nut who’d been on the losing end of a ruling. Judge Kline had ordered him to pay a $1,200 fine and somehow he was mad enough to wipe out her entire family, leaving her to deal with guilt and rage and heartache.
Crazy.
Sometimes—sometimes? Really?—Brent didn’t understand people. Or maybe it was their motivations he didn’t understand, but the human race baffled him.
Tonight Judge Kline, who’d refused to allow her life to collapse under grief, was smiling. A welcome sight since her eighty-five-year-old mother had decided to throw one hell of a shindig for the judge’s sixtieth birthday.
“Brent?”
Brent turned and found the ever-polished Gerald Hennings, Chicago’s highest-profile defense attorney, weaving through the crowd. Accompanying him was a petite blonde in a floor-length bright blue gown. She had to be over fifty, but may have had a little work done to preserve her extraordinary looks. Her perfect cheekbones, the big blue eyes and sculpted nose were duplicates of the ones Brent recognized from Hennings’s daughter, Penny. Didn’t take a genius to figure out this woman was Mrs. Hennings. Brent held his hand out. “Mr. Hennings. Nice to see you.”
Five months earlier, Brent had been assigned to protect Penny Hennings after yet another nut—plenty of nuts in his world—had attempted to kill her on the steps of a federal courthouse. Penny had nearly put Brent into a psych ward with her relentless mouthiness and aggressive attitude, but he’d formed a bond with her. A kinship. And, much like Judge Kline, they’d remained friends after his assignment had ended. For whatever reason, emotionally speaking, he couldn’t let either one of them go. The fact that they’d all experienced tragedy might be the common denominator, but he chose not to think too hard about it. What was the point? None of them would ever fully recover from their individual experiences. All they could do was move on.
Hennings turned to the woman at his side. “I don’t think you’ve met my wife, Pamela. Pam, this is Marshal Brent Thompson. He was the marshal.”
She smiled and—yep—he was looking at Penny in twenty-five years.
“I know,” Mrs. Hennings said. She stepped forward and gripped both of his arms. “Thank you.”
The gesture, so direct and heartfelt, caught him sideways and he stiffened. Freak that he was he’d never gotten comfortable with strange women touching him. Most guys would love it. Brent? He liked his space being his.
But he stood there, allowing Penny’s mother to thank him in probably the only way she knew how. He could go on about how he’d just been doing his job, which was all true, but even he understood that he’d worked a little harder for Penny. She reminded him too much of his younger sister, Camille, and he hadn’t been able to help himself. “You’re welcome. Your daughter has become a good friend. And if I ever need legal advice, I know who to call.”
Mrs. Hennings laughed.
Mr. Hennings swooped his finger in the air. “You’re not working tonight?”
“No, sir. Judge Kline is a friend.”
“How nice,” Mrs. Hennings said.
“Yes, ma’am. I worked with her for two years. She would always tell me if my tie didn’t match. That happened a lot.”
“As the mother of two sons, I’m sure your mother appreciates that.”
Mother.
Mr. Hennings cleared his throat and, in Brent’s mind, the room fell silent. He glanced around, looking for…what? Confirmation that the room at large wasn’t listening to his conversation?
Maybe.
All around people gabbed and mingled and pretty much ignored Brent. Imagined it. He exhaled and once again the orchestra music—something classical—replaced the fog in his brain.
He’d fielded comments about his mother almost his entire life. It should have been easier by now.
Except for the nagging.
Twenty-three years of gut-twisting, anger-fueled obsession that kept him prisoner. “My mother died when I was seven, ma’am.”
Social pro that she must have been, considering her husband’s wizardry with the press, Mrs. Hennings barely reacted. “I’m so sorry.” She turned to Gerald, shooting him the stink-eye. “I didn’t know.”
Moments like these, a guy had to step up and help his brother-in-arms. “No need to apologize. I think about her every day.” And knowing how this conversation would go, the curiosity that came with why and how such a young woman had died, Brent let it fly. “She was murdered.”
Social pro or not, Mrs. Hennings gasped. “How horrible.”
Brent sipped his club soda, gave the room another glance and came back to Mrs. Hennings. “My sister and I adjusted. We have a supportive family.”
“I hope they caught the person who did this.”
“No ma’am. It’s still an open case.”
A case that lived and breathed with him and had driven him into law enforcement. If the Carlisle sheriff’s office couldn’t find his mother’s killer, he’d do it himself.
“Are the police still looking into it?”
Brent shrugged. “If they get a tip or some new information. I work it on my downtime, but downtime is short.”
Mrs. Hennings, obviously still embarrassed by bringing up the subject of his dead mother, turned to her husband. “Can’t one of your investigators help? You do all sorts of pro bono work for clients. Why not this?”
“Pam, those are cases where we’re defending people. This is different.”
Brent held up his hand As much as he’d like help, he didn’t want a domestic war started over it. “Mrs. Hennings, it’s okay. But thank you.”
Still, down deep, Brent wanted to find the person who’d wrecked his family and had saddled him with a level of responsibility—and guilt—no seven-year-old should have known. Every day, the questions haunted him. Could he have helped her? Should he have done something when he first heard noise? Was he a crummy investigator because all these years later he still couldn’t give his mother justice?
At this point, if he couldn’t find this monster on his own, he’d take whatever help available. Ego aside, justice for his mother was what mattered.
Mrs. Hennings kept her gaze on her husband. “You were just complaining that Jenna is bored with her current assignments. After what Brent did for Penny, give Jenna his mother’s case to investigate. It’ll challenge her and keep her out of your hair. Where’s the problem?”
Hennings pressed his lips together and a minuscule, seriously minuscule, part of Brent pitied the man. If he didn’t agree with his wife, his life would be a pile of manure.
Mrs. Hennings shot her husband a meat cleaver of a look, then turned back to Brent. “My husband will call you about this tomorrow. How’s that?”
With limited options, and being more than a little afraid to argue because, hey, he was no dummy either, he grinned at Mr. Hennings. “That’d be great. Thank you.”
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JENNA SLID ONTO one of the worn black vinyl bar stools at Freddie’s Tap House, a mostly empty shot-and-a-beer joint on the North Side of Chicago.
How the place stayed in business, she had no idea. On this Wednesday night the sports bar down the block was packed, while the only people patronizing Freddie’s were an elderly man sitting at the bar and a couple huddled at a table in the back.
The bartender glanced down the bar at her and wandered over. “Evening. Get you something?”
You sure can.
“Whatever’s on tap. Thanks.”
He nodded and scooped a glass from behind the bar, pouring a draft as he eyed her black blazer and the plunging neckline on her cashmere sweater. “Haven’t seen you in here before. New in town?”
As much as she’d tried to dress down with jeans, she hadn’t been able to resist the sweater. When dealing with men, a little help from her feminine wiles—also known as her boobs—never hurt. “Nope. New in here though.”
“You look more Tiffany’s than Freddie’s.”
Already Jenna liked him. “Are you Freddie?”
“Junior.”
“Sorry?”
“Freddie Junior. My dad is Freddie. I took over when he retired.”
He slid the beer in front of Jenna. Once more she looked around, took in the polished, worn wood of the bar, the six tables along the wall and the line of empty bar stools.
“Slow night,” Freddie said.
Lucky me. She opened her purse, pulled out a fifty and set it on the bar. Next came the photo taken the week prior by a patron in this very bar. He glanced down at the fifty, then at the photo.
“I’m not a cop,” Jenna said. “I’m an investigator working for a law firm.”
“Okay.”
She pointed at the photo of two men with a woman in the background. Jenna needed to find that woman. “Have you seen her in here?”
He picked up the photo and studied it. “Yeah. Couple of times. When a woman like that walks into a beer joint, there’s generally a reason. Kinda like you.”
Figuring it was time to put her cleavage to work, Jenna inched forward, gave him a view of the girls beneath that V-neck and smiled. Most women would love the idea that a fifteen-pound weight gain had gone straight to their chest. Jenna supposed it hadn’t hurt her ability to claw information from men—and maybe she used it to her advantage. But she also wanted to be recognized for extracting the information and not for the way she’d done it.
Did that even make sense? She wasn’t sure anymore. All she knew was her need for positive reinforcement had led her to using her looks to achieve her goals. That meant wearing clingy, revealing clothing. Such a cliché. But the thing about clichés was they worked.
“Any idea what her reason for being here was?”
Freddie took the boob-bait and leaned in. “No. Both times she met someone. Why?”
All Jenna could hope was he’d gotten the woman’s name. “My client is being held on a robbery charge. He says he was in here the night of the robbery and he met this woman. Her name is Robin.”
“Where’d you get the picture?”
“Friends of my client.”
He dropped the picture on the bar and tapped it. “Birthday party, right?”
“Yes. My client and six of his friends. Any idea where I can find her?”
“Nah.”
“Did she pay by credit card?”
If she paid by credit card, there would be a record of the transaction, and Jenna would dig into the Hennings & Solomon coffers and pay Freddie a highly negotiated sum for a look at his credit card receipts. From there, she’d get a name and two calls later would have an address for Robin-the-mystery-woman.
“Cash.”
Shoot.
Freddie may have been lying. Jenna studied him, took in his direct gaze. Not lying. At least she didn’t think so. Again with the wavering? Didn’t she have a good sense about these things? Yes, she did. For that reason she’d go with the theory that Freddie seemed to be a small-business owner who wanted to stay out of trouble while trying to make a living. She dug her card and a pen out of her purse, wrote her cell number on the card and placed it next to the fifty on the bar.
“How about I leave you my card? If she comes in again and you call me, there’s a hundred bucks in it for you.”
Freddie glanced at the card. After a moment, he half shrugged. “Sure. If I see her.”
Jenna took one last sip of her beer, slid off the stool and hitched her purse onto her shoulder. “Thanks.” She nodded toward the fifty. “Keep the change.”
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ANGELA CAMPBELL~ ON THE SCENT …. Q&A AND GIVEAWAY

TODAY’S Q&A AND GIVEAWAY:

ANGELA CAMPBELL

{Contemporary Romantic Suspense}

~ON THE SCENT~

(Book 1 in a series)

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so without further ado….

WELCOME ANGELA!!


MBA&M: Hi, Angela, thank you for visiting with us today! Please tell our readers a little about yourself?

I’m an eclectic reader who loves almost every genre, but I read my first romance novel at 16. The more I read, the more I wanted to write similar books. Many offbeat attempts (and a couple of decades) later, I published my first story through Carina Press and have since sold a three-book series to Harper Impulse. I always try to build in a paranormal element to a contemporary and recognizable world with characters who find love in oftentimes humorous and extraordinary situations. That aside, I’m also a mild-mannered reporter with almost 15 years experience as a general assignment reporter, features editor and graphic designer. I’ve also worked as a production assistant in TV and film. I’m a HUGE advocate of animal rescue. I love all animals, especially my spoiled rotten sidekick-in-fur, Dusti (she’s a cat).

 

MBA&M: What was your inspiration for writing “On The Scent”?

I read an article about an Italian heiress who left her entire fortune of £10 million to a stray black cat she fed regularly, and her nurse was left in charge of the cat. I’m a huge animal lover, but even I thought, “That’s craaazy!” But as my mind has a tendency to do, it started pinging off ideas for a story in different directions. What if this happened to a nurse here? She might need protection. Oooh, hunky bodyguard! What if he was more than a bodyguard? What if he had psychic abilities and could communicate with the animals? What if the heiress wasn’t who she’d claimed to be? And so on.

 

MBA&M: What inspired you to write Romantic Suspense in general?

I never intentionally set out to write romantic suspense, but it seems every time my story starts moving along, suddenly there’s a suspense element to it. I think I just love suspense in general, whether it be in movies or books, so it always finds its way into whatever I’m working on. My father is a retired FBI officer and police officer, and I often wonder if I inherited his penchant for solving mysteries.

 

MBA&M: Who was your favorite character in “On The Scent” to write? Why?

It’s a toss up between Abbott and Costello, but I’ll go ahead and say Costello. Yes, I chose the dog over the human characters. My best friend’s dog, Sunny, is who I based Costello on simply because Sunny himself is such a character. I’m always in stitches around that dog! If anyone says Costello isn’t realistic, I’d like to introduce them to Sunny. He’ll be humping her legs and grinning mischievously in minutes!

 

MBA&M: What is your inspiration to use animals and mystery in your stories?

I love animals and am around them all the time. In my job as a reporter, I implemented a pet of the week column and took a lot of pride in being a real fluff reporter, spotlighting animal rescue efforts in our community. There are a lot of people who love pets, but the problem of homeless animals and neglected or abused animals is very widespread. Any chance I get to promote responsible pet ownership, I take it. That aside, I think animals can be a great healing factor for fictional characters and can help progress the humans’ development throughout a story, if used correctly. As for mystery, who doesn’t enjoy a good mystery?

 

MBA&M:  Give us one word to describe your characters in “On The Scent”…..

Hannah Dawson: Worried

Zachary Collins: Hot

The Psychic Detective: Awesome

MBA&M: What is your all-time favorite name for a dog and a cat?

I think Kitty Purry (Katie Perry’s cat’s name) is genius.

I like ironic names for dogs. For example, my brother had a tiny Chihuahua he named Rambo.

 

MBA&M: Who is one of your female role models, be it real of fiction? Why?

I’m not shy about stating this. I love Lois Lane. When I was a little girl, I had three older brothers, no sisters, and my mother passed away when I was 12. I was surrounded by overbearing men. I remember watching “Superman: The Movie” and later “Lois and Clark: The Real Adventures of Superman” and being amazed a woman could match wits with men like that. She’s tough, independent, and, duh, Superman is her boyfriend. I’d love to be her!

 

MBA&M: If you were a character in one of your novels, who would you be and why?

I’d be Hannah in “On the Scent.” She’s got money, pets, and a sexy P.I. looking after her. Enough said.

 

MBA&M: Which author would you have write your story with flair but a bit of mystery?

Oooh. Tough question. Gonna have to go with Nora Roberts on that one.

 

MBA&M: And last but not least, what can readers expect to see from you next, if you can reveal this information of course? 

The second book in this series should be out around September/October — I don’t yet have a release date. Alexandra King, the psychic medium who helps Zach in “On the Scent” finds herself in the middle of a serial killer mystery while trying to reunite Zach with his brother, Dylan. It has ghosts, suspense, and, yes, Abbott and Costello make an appearance in this book, too.

 

MBA&M: Please tell our readers where to connect with you and where they may purchase “On the Scent”?

My book is currently available on Amazon.com, both in the U.S. and the U.K., as well as iTunes and Google Play. They can learn more about my book and find buy links at my website, www.AngelaCampbellOnline.com, and connect with me on Twitter @angelacampbel.

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Here’s the official blurb for ON THE SCENT: 

Hannah Dawson has a big problem: she’s just become the unexpected owner of a snarky cat, a loveable but not-so-bright dog… and their $10 million fortune!

Which would be awesome if it hadn’t made her the target of every wacko in the metro Atlanta area. Now Hannah and her famous pets need protecting. And there’s only one man who can help them…

Enter Zachary Collins: ex-TV star of ‘The Psychic Detective’ and street-wise private investigator – all 6 foot blue-eyed gorgeousness!

Only Zach’s got secrets of his own… not least that he finds Hannah, his client, irresistibly hot. The more time he spends keeping her out of harm’s way, the more he’s tempted to give in to the attraction and break all his own rules.

WHERE TO BUY:
Amazon   |   Amazon UK  |   Barnes and Noble  |   iTunes  |  Google Play  |  Kobo  |  HarperImpulse

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A bit about the author:

Angela Campbell is an overachiever with a soft spot for men who dress funny. Superman, Charlie Chaplin, Dracula, Doctor Who, Elvis – those are her kind of heroes. An eclectic reader who loves almost every genre, Angela read her first romance novel at 16 and immediately endeavored to write one, too. Many offbeat attempts (and a couple of decades) later, she published her first novel through Carina Press and has since sold a three-book series to Harper Impulse. With every story she pens, Angela aims to build in a paranormal element to a contemporary and recognizable world with characters who find love in oftentimes humorous and extraordinary situations.A mild-mannered reporter with almost 15 years experience as a general assignment reporter, features editor and graphic designer, Angela has also worked as a production assistant in TV and film. An advocate of animal rescue, she loves all animals, especially her sidekick-in-fur, Dusti.

Website: www.angelacampbellonline.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AngelaCampbellBooks

Twitter: @angelacampbel

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http://www.authorgraph.com/authors/AngelaCampbel
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FYI:
The author is making a commitment to donate half of her author royalties to her local animal shelter’s second chance fund!!

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“My Thoughts” at:

http://mybookaddictionreviews.com/2013/08/28/review-on-the-scent-by-angela-campbell/

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~GIVEAWAY ALERT~

(Sponsored by the author)

Thanks to the author we are offering 2 lucky commenters, each a digital copy of ON THE SCENT” gifted from either Amazon or Amazon UK. Giveaway will run from August 29 until September 5,2013.

GOOD LUCK EVERYONE!

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