Today I am especially honored to be here, sharing space with Abby on her BIRTHDAY! Happy, Happy Birthday to you, Abby, and may the gentleman who gets to spank you at the end of the day have *very* talented hands. :c) And, of course, I hope you have a day much better than that of my characters in my new romantic suspense, TIDE OF LIES. Hold on to your party hats . . . here’s a closer look at the story.
TIDE OF LIES | blurb
A devastating secret. A shocking betrayal. A deadly obsession.
Haunted by three unsolved murders, Detective Holden Whitlow is stunned when his cold case takes a heated turn. Julia Cohen, his ex-lover, is back in town, and in the face of a brutal attack she’s ready to run. No matter how tightly she holds her secrets, for Holden, turning away from the woman he’s spent a decade trying to forget isn’t any more an option than walking away from his job . . .even when it threatens to cost Julia her life.
Julia is still reeling from a past she can’t bear to face. When she becomes the target of a killer, fate throws her back into Holden’s arms, but she’s yet to recover from a truth that has stripped her of everything—and everyone—she loves. Will she tell him the secret that will destroy him, or will her lie destroy them both?
TIDE OF LIES | excerpt
Julia Cohen. The name wasn’t familiar, but the nagging feeling Holden should know it tailed him all the way to the hospital. The unease kept him company in the otherwise empty elevator where he now stood, thumbs hooked in his pockets with his fingers tapping his thighs. The numbers above the doors lit in rapid succession before landing on six with a quiet ping.
Julia . . . Julia . . . .
The doors slid open to reveal a bustling nurses’ station. Ahead, a uniformed officer leaned against the wall, saving Holden the trouble of asking directions. He flashed his badge to the desk nurse and made his way down the hall, sidestepping an elderly woman in a wheelchair and food cart with a stack of covered dishes. The smell of the waiting dinners made his stomach rumble, reminding him he’d skipped lunch.
His stride faltered as he neared the room. He should have stopped for an update on Ms. Cohen’s condition. Now, thanks to his bull-nosed curiosity, he had no idea what to expect. With a nod to the officer, Holden knocked lightly on the door, and then waited a few seconds before letting himself in.
Afternoon sunlight bathed the room in an earthy glow, casting a deep shadow over her face and masking her identity from him. His only clue was the shape of the blankets draped over her, which suggested her frame was slight, her height petite. Lacking anything else to go on, Holden took her name for another spin. Julia . . . .
“You cut your hair,” she said.
Startled, Holden drew his hand to his head, his palm pressing the soft spikes aside.
Quiet laughter met his ears. “You didn’t know?”
Holden squirmed inside, feeling every bit the schmuck for not recognizing her, though she clearly felt she knew him. But her voice . . . it might have been familiar if not for the dry, raspy undertones—a beating could do that to a person, though. Damn. His victim knew him—or thought she did—and he hadn’t a clue who she was. After the trio of murders hit Barrier Shoals, he’d had plenty of cameras shoved in his face. Was she one of those so-called murder groupies? Either way, she had the advantage. If he could only see her . . . he struggled with the urge to turn on the overhead light, eliminating the shadows. Grasping, he tried to remember when he’d last made a change to his hair.
Seventeen. Right before his first semester of college, his mom pleaded with him to ditch the shaggy surfer cut—something to do with the world not taking him seriously with his hair in his face. She equated grooming with respectability, and Holden had fast learned the fine art of choosing his battles.
Maybe that’s why he felt for the kid standing in his socks at the crime scene—Holden had been there and done a little too much of that.
But choosing battles wasn’t the only thing Holden had done that summer.
He’d been engaged . . . .
Recognition slammed into him.
“Jules.” His voice broke. He tried to hide it by clearing his throat. This was a hellfire state of awkward. It wasn’t every day a man ran into the woman who’d made a dizzying, mind-blowing play for his virginity . . . and won.
That part had been amazing. The rest, he had just tried to forget.
TIDE OF LIES @ NOBLE ROMANCE https://www.nobleromance.com/Books/409/Tide-of-Lies
AMAZON (author link) http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B003WKYEJI
BARNES & NOBLE (author link) http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/sarah-ballance
Thank you so very much for allowing me to visit with you all today. I hope you enjoyed this look at TIDE OF LIES, and I’d love for you to join me at my blog for my weekly gift card giveaways. There’s a whole page of details at http://sarahballance.wordpress.com, but basically it comes to this: every week, I give away a gift card to Noble Romance, Amazon, or Barnes & Noble (winner’s choice). To enter, all you need to do is subscribe to my blog *by email* and you’ll automatically be included in every drawing for as long as you remain a subscriber. Thanks again, and have a wonderful day!
For a chance to win a *paperback* copy of my paranormal romance, HAWTHORNE, please visit the following links to enter one or both giveaways:
NO STRINGS GIVEAWAY HOP (international print copy giveaway – ends April 22)
GOODREADS GIVEAWAY (US only – ends May 11)
SARAH BALLANCE | about the author
Sarah and her husband of almost fifteen what he calls “long, long” years live on the mid-Atlantic coast with their six young children, all of whom are perfectly adorable when they’re asleep. She often jokes that she writes to be around people who will listen to her, but her characters aren’t much better than her kids. Fortunately, her husband is quite supportive, having generously offered to help her research “the good parts” . . . and she’s never had to ask twice.