Thursday, 5 February 2015

Trust Me by Ella Sheridan Book Blitz @AuthorESheridan

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Trust Me by Ella Sheridan Southern Nights #2
Publication Date: 1 February 2015
Genres: Romance, Suspense
Blitz: Trust Me by Ella Sheridan
A woman on a mission…
Maddie Baker spent four years seeking vengeance against the man whose abuse destroyed her life. That search has led her to a small town outside Atlanta and a missing teenage girl. Nothing will stand in the way of her mission, including a jackass of an ex-soldier who reawakens emotions best left to die. A man on the hunt… Jack Quinn learned to recognize trouble in the marines, and he sees it in Maddie the minute he lays eyes on her tending bar. Her secrets are hidden deep, but secrets are his specialty, and peeling away her barriers only makes him want her more. He’ll do whatever it takes to get her to trust him with her body and her heart. An old threat whose time has come… Staying hidden kept Maddie safe, but the search for justice will bring her into the open and face-to-face with her treacherous past. Risking her life is one thing, but risking her heart is another. In love and in danger, she must trust Jack to lead her—and pray they both come out alive.
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Excerpt

“Wow, Maddie. Heard you broke a nose tonight.” Taylor was laughing so hard the last word ended in a snort. Several moments passed as she fought to get herself under control. “Three days. You know the record is two weeks, right?”
There’s a record? Maddie glanced at the waitress as she leaned on the bar, elbows planted on either side of her serving tray, abundant chest still shaking with continued giggles. Taylor’s friendly grin begged Maddie to share it, to come out of the emotionless cocoon she’d lived in for so long, but she didn’t dare, not really. She’d already taken too many risks tonight.
Instead she pulled on the mask that earned her tips and hid her real self. The happy bartender, she called it. An easy smile, sympathetic eyes. Only with the mask firmly in place could she finally breathe, knowing she was safe from prying eyes, that her emotions were hidden away where no one else could see them, use them against her.
She shrugged one shoulder, a plastic smile glued to her lips. “I’m trying to get a jump on fitting in,” she said. No one could know how true that was.
But Taylor wasn’t buying it. Her brow creased, something soft and almost caring suffusing her expression. “You okay?”
“Of course.”
“Of course,” the other woman repeated, her words gently mocking. “I’m serious. You weren’t hurt, were you?”
Jesus, these people saw too much. Maddie blinked, the second it took to slide her eyelids down and up just enough to force reassurance into her voice. “No, I’m fine. Seriously.”
It was true, after all. She hadn’t been hurt; she’d been the one hurting someone else. That fact should horrify her, but it wasn’t horror churning in her gut, and certainly not over Bernie. No trace of remorse, either; just a deep, dark sense of satisfaction every time that moment played through her memory: crunching cartilage, spraying blood, Bernie’s loud bellow of pain.
A sadistic bitch, that’s what you are, Maddie.
This time her shrug was mental.
Taylor, oblivious to Maddie’s internal gestures, glanced over her shoulder. Maddie followed the look, and, unwanted, her gaze settled on Jack, his brooding eyes staring straight back at her, laser focus tightening every last nerve ending in her body as he walked past. He didn’t pause. His eyes held hers as long as they could, and then he was striding through the table area, the view of his broad back and shoulders filling the void he left behind.
Above his shirt collar, his short, military-style black hair ended in a crisp horizontal line. No stubble, no nonsense. Kind of like his attitude. He had to be a cop, or maybe a soldier. She didn’t care what he did, exactly; her instincts told her all she needed to know: he was trouble. Even his easy posture was a warning sign. The man didn’t strut, didn’t hesitate. He knew he was a badass, and everyone else knew it too. He didn’t have to prove his badassness by forcing it down anyone’s throat—except hers, apparently.
Jackass. The man infuriated her.
It wasn’t until the front doors banged shut behind him that she was able to pull her attention back to work. Taylor’s amused expression was waiting.
“Why, whatever did you say to make him look at you like that?” the waitress asked, her long eyelashes batting coyly in a perfect Scarlett O’Hara impression.
“Like what?”
“Like he doesn’t know whether to tie you up and spank you or kiss you senseless.”
“I think that’s suspicion, not lust.” She flicked her fingers toward the front door. “What is he, the bar police?”
Taylor shook her head. “Nah, he owns some company in Atlanta, something to do with finances, maybe? Ex-military.” Her expression turned dreamy. “That’s where all the muscles came from. God bless the armed forces is all I can say.”
Maddie wondered if the poor woman would start to drool next. “Yeah, well, muscles or not, I still beat him to the punch. Literally.”

About Ella Sheridan

 
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Ella Sheridan grew up in the middle of nowhere, otherwise known as the Deep South. Books provided her with adventures, friends, and her first forays into romance. To this day she explores the world through the words of her favorite authors, whether that’s the worlds across space and time or the worlds of love and passion. When she’s not writing or working or reading, she is corralling her two active teenagers, snuggling on the couch with her husband, working out her stress in a martial arts class, or sleeping. But no matter what she’s doing, the voices in her head just won’t let her go.

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