Pizza, Pandemonium and Pepper Spray!

turkeyHappy Thanksgiving! Yes, the holidays have arrived–and so has all the stress. So what’s the best way to relax? How about taking a little time for yourself and curling up with a seriously funny book? Divorced, Desperate and Daring is just the book!  In case you haven’t yet snagged your copy, I thought I’d give you one more little excerpt. This time, Sheri and Danny get more than they bargained for.

Divorced, Desperate and Daring Excerpt 

Danny caught her arm. “Don’t answer it until you know who it is.”

His touch sent currents of emotion right to her chest, bringing with it memories of their night. One night. It shouldn’t have left such an impression on her, but it had. How could something that felt that right have been all wrong? She stared at his hand holding her. He let go.

She went to take another step.

He caught her again but didn’t hold on this time. “From here. Ask who it is, from here.”

She rolled her eyes. “Who is it?” she called out. Taco made snorting noises as he sniffed around the bottom of the door.

“Pizza delivery,” the male voice answered.

Pizza? Her breath got stuck on her tonsils. She looked at Danny. Hadn’t she just seen a Law and Order where the hit man pretended to be . . .

“You didn’t order pizza, did you?” he asked, but she could tell by his expression, and probably due to her own expression, he already knew the answer.

He pulled out his gun.

This had to be a nightmare! She reached down and pinched herself again.

Her heart started thumping.  Her mind commenced to racing, her dog went straight to drooling. Did someone really want her dead?

Danny pulled her back into the kitchen. The doorbell rang again. Taco barked.

“Taco,” she called out, “here!” The dog, drool oozing from his jowls, followed the command and came and bumped up against Danny, leaving a string of slobber dangling from his jeans.

“Do you have a gate that leads to the front?” His low tone sounded like it came from a scary movie.

She nodded and looked at her French doors. Then she realized she’d seen this movie. And it didn’t end well. “Stop,” she said. “He . . . might have a gun.”

“So do I. Get in the bedroom and lock the door. If I’m not back here in a few seconds, call 911.” He took a step to leave.

“Wait.” This time, she caught his arm. “Can’t we just call the police?”

“I am the police.”

“Someone besides you!” she bit out.

His blue eyes caught hers with a flash of warmth. His expression told her he knew. Knew she cared. And she did. Not that it meant anything. She was a preacher’s daughter. She cared about a lot of stuff. She cared about most people. She cared about that opossum she’d run over last week.

“I’ll be okay,” he said. “I’m going to be all right.”

“I . . . I want someone . . . competent.” She hadn’t meant what it implied, but it came out and she might as well run with it.

“And I’m not?”

“You . . . you just got shot!” she said, still gripping his arm.

The doorbell rang again. The dog started back into the living room. “No, Taco!” She released Danny and grabbed the animal by the collar.

“Go to your bedroom!” Looking insulted, Danny took off.

She stood there, her heart fluttering, her pulse trying to catch up. Not breathing. She hadn’t been ordered to her bedroom in . . . Oh, hell!

One step, that’s all she took toward the bedroom. That’s when it hit. The flight-or-fight instinct. She’d been born a natural fighter, but her father had worked hard to get the turn-the-other-cheek adage into her, and in some ways it had worked. But in other ways . . .

If Danny got shot, she’d feel really bad. Even worse than she did about the opossum she’d run over.

She swung around, snatched her purse, pulled out her pepper spray and hauled ass to the front door.

She heard Danny yell out, “Police!”

Banging noises, like a fight, echoed from outside. Envisioning the pizza guy shooting Danny, she stepped to the side and slung open the door. A pizza box flew past her. The pizza guy started forward. She held out her canister and pressed the nozzle, but before the spray left the canister, the pizza delivery guy fell forward.

“Shit!” Danny muttered.

And then everything went crazy. Or crazier.

She got hit by the pizza guy. Danny got hit with the pepper spray. The pizza guy’s crotch got hit by her knee. Taco didn’t get hit by anything, but he did get the pizza. And considering he was lactose intolerant, that was not a good thing.

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000038_00075]You can order Divorced, Desperate and Daring at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes and Kobo. Divorced, Desperate and Daring is the 6th book in my Divorced and Desperate series. Pick up your copy today and start laughing.

 

 

 

cc dddAnd for a limited time, you can download Divorced, Desperate and Delicious, the first book in my series, for FREE. Don’t miss this opportunity!  Download your copy at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iBooks and Kobo.

 

 

 

Wishing you and your family a very Happy Thanksgiving! 

 

Divorced, Desperate & Daring AND a Giveaway!

Have you read Divorced, Desperate and Daring yet? What are you waiting for? You can download it at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo. Here’s another excerpt just to get you ready.

Divorced, Desperate and Daring

It’s About To Get Hotter

“You look . . . better than I even imagined in that dress,” he said. And until he said it, Sheri hadn’t considered how she looked, or let herself feel good about getting dressed up. She’d been too rushed to think about it. But now, with his appreciative gaze on her, she felt the thrill most women got when they put their best foot forward.

“You can always count on an LBD,” she said.

“LBD?”

“Little black dress.” She let her gaze take in his khakis and the light blue button-down shirt that made his chest look a mile wide. His freshly showered scent tickled her senses. “You don’t look too shabby yourself.”

He took her hand and twirled her around as if to check out the dress from all sides. She felt the slightly flared skirt swishing around her legs and a slow kind of heat stirred low in her abdomen.

“I’m in trouble,” he said, his deep baritone voice sounding sexy and playful.

And it made her feel sexy and playful. “Why?”

“You’re probably going to expect me to actually have a logical conversation with your mom. And all I’m going to be thinking about is that dress.”

She rolled her eyes. “Please. It’s not that special. Or revealing.” She put her hand over her chest at the scooped neckline that barely showed any cleavage.

His gaze went there and lingered without shame.

“No. But that’s the kind of dress that when a man sees it on you, all he can think about is taking it off.”

She chuckled and got the distinct feeling he was going to get that opportunity tonight.

GIVEAWAY CONTEST!

Are you a Christie Craig fan?  Want to enter a contest to win a free copies of future books?  Join my review/street team where whacky, fun, fabulous, and sometimes just neat prizes are given away once a month!

  1. Who can join?

You must be eighteen years of age or older and, due to mailing costs, you must also be a U.S. resident.

  1. What do I have to do to join?

To join the club and be entered into the first review contest all you have to do is join my newsletter list, answer the seven simple questions below and send your answers and a link to your review of Divorced, Desperate and Daring ( posted on either Amazon or Barnes & Noble) to christie@christie-craig.com.  In the subject line please type” Review Contest.”

Answer the following:

  •  Name?
  •  Are you older than eighteen years of age?
  •  What is your mailing address?
  •  What size T-shirt do you wear (in women’s sizes)?
  •  Do you read both my Christie Craig and C.C. Hunter books?
  •  What genres do you read?
  •  Who, besides myself, are some of your favorite authors?
  1. How do I win some of these neat prizes?

3699For each new book I publish, either a Christie Craig or a C.C. Hunter,  I will host a review contest with a prize valued of at least $25.  To enter you must post a review and also do one social media post about the book.  At the end of the release month, I’ll draw the name of a winner, and they’ll win a fun, whacky, fabulous or a neat prize.  Then during each month thereafter, I’ll have monthly post contest, and all you have to do to enter is send a link to one social media post that you either shared or posted yourself that month about any of my Christie Craig or C.C. Hunter books.

<—You could win Poopourri, or a Christie Craig pizza cutter or a slightly used, (put together once jigsaw puzzle) or a Born to Read T-shirt.

 

 

  1. What are the advantages of joining the club?

3696In addition to the review contest and monthly post contest, each time a new Christie Craig book or C.C. Hunter is released five or more members of the Team will received a free copy of the book in exchange for an honest review.  (If you are not a reader of C.C. Hunter books you will not be included in the book giveaway for C.C. Hunter books.) All members who post reviews will be entered to win a grand prize, as well as, at least one or more, whacky prizes held in the monthly post contest.

  1. What if I’m a fan of only your Christie Craig books?

374 (1)No problem.  While I would love to convert you into a C.C. Hunter fan, I understand some people don’t branch out into other genres.  While a review contest will be held for all C.C. Hunter books, you are not required to enter.  You can still enter the regular monthly contest by making a Christie Craig social media post and sending a link of it to christie@christie-craig.com.

 

Thank you!  Now post a review and start entering!

WINNERS!

There were so many great comments last week on Stacey A. Purcell’s guest post. It was hard to select winners for my giveaway. So, the winners of a copy of Echoes of the Heart are Jane Lynne Daniels and Jill Beck. Congratualtions, I’m sure you’ll love Stacey’s book. Please email me at christie@christie-craig.com and tell me if you prefer Kindle or NOOK and make sure I have the correct email at which to send your ebook.

Echoes of the Heart

I’ve got a special treat for you today. Stacey A. Purcell, a friend and fellow author just released a new book yesterday. I’m so excited to be able to share this with you! It’s called Echoes of the Heart, and Stacey agreed to share an excerpt and answer a few questions.

Echoes of the HeartSheriff Jack Benfield finds a passed-out-drunk woman in her SUV. A winter storm is gathering strength  and he is not happy about having to rescue Dr. Calista Montgomery. Once she sobers up, he can’t wait for her to pay her fines and get out of town. She’s just another reminder of his failure to save his sister and mother from their addictions.

Cali is drowning in grief, betrayal and alcohol. Her whirlwind romance and quick wedding ended with her husband’s death on a battlefield in Afghanistan. Left with no one, she visits his grave only to be confronted by a woman about to give birth to his child. Cali abandons everything and runs headlong into trouble— waking up in jail. She accepts a year-long sentence to work at a defunct medical clinic in town. However, Cali has to stay sober—something the insufferable, handsome sheriff doesn’t believe she can do. But, she can’t fail. Her career depends on it.

Jack  gave up law school, his career, and almost lost his life on the streets of New York City trying to save his twin sister. There’s no way he’s going to take another risk on a broken drunk—no matter how captivated he is by her. Repeatedly thrown together into crisis situations, Jack and Cali struggle with inner demons and their growing attraction.

Can two damaged people find release from their pasts and forge a future together?

Echoes of the Heart Excerpt

He crested the top of the hill and there before him, beyond the slope of fresh white snow, was Lake Aheeta, named after the sun by the Iroquois. She was magnificent. Her blue waters turned inky with white frosting as caps spilled over, churned by the winds barreling south. As always, the power of the water moved him. It reassured him there was something greater than man. Greater than himself. It was what saved him.

Jack had one last place to scope out. Letting his truck roll slowly to the bottom of the hill, he slid to a stop. The whole parking lot could have doubled as an ice rink. Unfortunately, the drainage problem was an item on the town budget that kept getting pushed back to give money to more pressing problems like refurbishing the local elementary school. He estimated the water was four or more inches deep. Some spots weren’t totally frozen and he could feel the grinding crunch of breaking ice while his truck pushed forward.

He turned to check down by the public bathrooms and couldn’t believe what he saw. An SUV with a bright orange cargo trailer attached, sat at the far end of the side lot right by the building. “What the hell?” No one in their right mind would try driving with a loaded trailer in this weather. How long had the rig been there? His truck crept down the middle of the large parking lot, his eyes scanning for any movement hidden within the tree line. Old habits died hard.

He flicked on the powerful searchlight then stuck it out his window, shining it directly in the SUV. Nothing. No movement, no noise, no nothing.

Jack jerked the light back and forth across the suspect vehicle before snapping on the mic to the PA system. “This is the police. Show yourself.” Still nothing. “You, in the SUV. Show. Your. Self. Now.” He could hear the frustration in his voice, but dammit, he was past ready to get back to some warmth and this friggin’ idiot stood between him and the wood stove in his office. Maybe whoever it was left their car there when the weather turned bad.

Unlikely. Obviously, they were traveling, so he doubted they’d leave their belongings out here..He sighed. There was no hope for it; he had to get out of his truck. Again.

The chilled air slapped him head on. His ire rose with each slippery footfall between him and the offending truck. He reached the driver’s side door and peered in. Good God, it was a pig sty.

Knocking on the glass, he watched the bundle covered with a blanket move about. The movement stopped. He knocked harder while shouting over the wind. “This is Sherriff Jack Benfield. I need you to open this door.” A manicured hand shot out from underneath the wool blanket and motioned for him to go away. “Like hell I will. Open the damn door.” The hand disappeared back under the covers.

Truly pissed off, he turned and went back to his truck to rummage in the toolbox. Jack pulled out the slim jim and returned to the stranger’s vehicle. “I will tell you one more time. This is Sheriff Jack Benfield. Open your door now or I will open it for you.” The hand came back out of hiding, teasing him with bubblegum pink polish and shot him the bird before retreating again.

He kneed the door so the woman couldn’t shove it open unexpectedly, slid in the tool while feeling for the locking mechanism and pulled up hard. His mind raced with all the things he could book this sorry ass woman with, freezing his toes on the ice not being the least of her transgressions.

Once the door was unlocked, he pulled his gun from its holster and  opened the door. The woman’s body fell out before he could catch her, and she sprawled onto the ice. Jack was shocked and he wasn’t sure if it was because she fell out so fast or because she was one hot mess. Mascara ran in streaks down both cheeks, her eyes were swollen and she reeked of alcohol.

Her car looked like she’d been living in it for quite some time. Papers were strewn throughout the interior and there was a large empty wine bottle wedged between take-out containers of Chinese food, small vodka bottles and a taped up box sitting on the passenger seat. Between the food smells and the wine, his stomach did a nausea flop. “Holy crap lady, what’s happened to you?”

He wasn’t expecting an answer and he got none. Whoever she was, she lay flat on her back with her arms thrown over her head, oblivious to the cold or the hard ground. Confident she wasn’t going to make a break for it, he reached in to retrieve her purse. He had to wade through the mountains of paper and garbage, but he finally located it in the back seat. Jack pulled out her wallet and found something he wasn’t expecting.

Doctor Calista Montgomery from Texas was drunker than Cooter Brown and passed out on the ice. He walked back to her limp body and shook his head. His day got a whole lot longer.

Interview

Why did you choose to have your heroine haunted by such dark issues? Alcoholism is rough.

I’ve have known both friends and family members who have struggled to achieve and maintain their sobriety. Even with lapses, I’ve watched them still take care of themselves, their families, overcome terrible financial troubles while walking that delicate rope of not taking the first drink of the day. They never give up. They never give in. And the struggle doesn’t ever get easy. Those people deserve to hear the message that they can be the hero of their own life. They deserve love. They deserve the hope that love brings with it.

What about Jack? Sounds like he has a lot to overcome as well.

Jack lost a huge part of his childhood and abandoned what he was meant to be to save his mother and twin from their addictions. His worldview is colored by those sacrifices and his opinion of Cali is abysmal. She’s everything he despises and he truly thinks a lousy drunk will never be more than just that.

He’s wrong.

When did you start writing?

I’ve dabbled in writing my whole life. When I was a kid, I used to write and paint my own illustrations! The first “novel” I wrote (if you could call it that) was on hotel stationary while we spent the summer in London for my father’s job. The hotel staff would slip me tons of extra pages so I could finish the story.

London? Did you travel a lot?

Yes! I grew upon an airplane with adventures around every corner. My dad worked for a major oil company so I got to live in Venezuela, Norway, Malaysia, Singapore and Thailand. I even went back to Malaysia and taught at the International School of Kuala Lumpur after college. I guess you could say travel is in my blood.

It gave me a great childhood and I even met my husband on an airplane! He finagled his way into the seat next to me and we discovered we had both lived abroad for many years and shared a passion for hopping planes. The rest, they say is history, complete with two grown children.

Is Echoes Of The Heart part of a series?

Yes, it is. The stories all center around a town called Estherloch, located on the banks of Lake Aheeta, somewhere in upstate New York. If all goes well, the next book, Echoes In Time, will be out in Fall 2016.

Thank you for hosting me here on your blog, Christie. I appreciate the time to say hello to your readers. If they would like to know more about the book or myself, they can find me at www.staceyapurcell.com.

Echoes of the Heart is available from Boroughs Publishing Group.

Giveaway!!

I’m giving away two ecopies of Echoes of the Heart to two people who leave a comment below.

Review Contest

Are you a Christie Craig fan?  Want to enter a contest to win a free copies of future books?  Join my review/street team where whacky, fun, fabulous, and sometimes just neat prizes are given away once a month!

  1. Who can join?

You must be eighteen years of age or older and, due to mailing costs, you must also be a U.S. resident.

  1. What do I have to do to join?

To join the club and be entered into the first review contest all you have to do is join my newsletter list, answer the seven simple questions below and send your answers and a link to your review of Divorced, Desperate and Daring ( posted on either Amazon or Barnes & Noble) to christie@christie-craig.com.  In the subject line please type” Review Contest.”

Answer the following:

Name?

Are you older than eighteen years of age?

What is your mailing address?

What size T-shirt do you wear (in women’s sizes)?

Do you read both my Christie Craig and C.C. Hunter books?

What genres do you read?

Who, besides myself, are some of your favorite authors?

  1. How do I win some of these neat prizes?

For each new book I publish, either a Christie Craig or a C.C. Hunter,  I will host a review contest with a prize valued of at least $25.  To enter you must post a review and also do one social media post about the book.  At the end of the release month, I’ll draw the name of a winner, and they’ll win a fun, whacky, fabulous or a neat prize.   Then during each month thereafter, I’ll have monthly post contest, and all you have to do to enter is send a link to one social media post that you either shared or posted yourself that month about any of my Christie Craig or C.C. Hunter books.

  1. What are the advantages of joining the club?

In addition to the review contest and monthly post contest, each time a new Christie Craig book or C.C. Hunter is released five or more members of the Team will received a free copy of the book in exchange for an honest review.  (If you are not a reader of C.C. Hunter books you will not be included in the book giveaway for C.C. Hunter books.) All members who post reviews will be entered to win a grand prize, as well as, at least one or more, whacky prizes held in the monthly post contest.

  1. What if I’m a fan of only your Christie Craig books?

No problem.  While I would love to convert you into a C.C. Hunter fan, I understand some people don’t branch out into other genres.  While a review contest will be held for all C.C. Hunter books, you are not required to enter.  You can still enter the regular monthly contest by making a Christie Craig social media post and sending a link of it to christie@christie-craig.com .

Thank you and post a review and start entering!

DD&D Excerpt

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000038_00075]Thanks for helping me launch my newest book in my Divorced and Desperate series, Divorced, Desperate and Daring. If you are new to the series, you’ll want to snag copies of the first two books in the series, Divorced, Desperate and Delicious and Divorced, Desperate and Dating for FREE! You can download them at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo.

If you haven’t read Divorced, Desperate and Daring yet, I thought I’d give you a little taste in the form of an excerpt. Remember, when a tough, sexy cop puts on a Little Mermaid party hat just to make a little old lady happy, he might be a keeper.

 

Divorced, Desperate and Daring Excerpt

Dressed To Kill

The elderly Mrs. Lamb stood up and reached for some colorful paper plates on the counter. She picked up a party hat and then looked at them. “Would you two mind posing for some pictures? I’d love to post them on Facebook. I told my sister who lives in Alaska I’d post some. She was worried I would be alone on my birthday.”

“I’ve got a million-dollar smile ready.” Danny pulled the milk from the fridge and sat down.

Mrs. Lamb handed both Danny and Sheri a party hat. “I’ll get my selfie stick. I love my selfie stick.”

“A . . . selfie stick?” Danny’s eyes widened, and he leaned in and whispered the question. “What’s a selfie stick? I mean, it sounds . . .”

“Get your mind out of the gutter.” Sheri bit her lip to stop from laughing and kicked him under the table.

His eyes went wider. “It wasn’t in the gutter,” he said, grinning. “But it is now.” He laughed, and she kicked him again.

He looked down at the hat. Sheri couldn’t help but smile when she saw his eyes show serious concern. Naturally, a big, bad detective would have an issue putting on a party hat with the Little Mermaid on it and posing for a picture.

“She doesn’t mean for us to . . .” He couldn’t even say it.

Sheri put her hat on. “Get out that million-dollar smile,” she teased.

“Oh, hell.” He looked back as Mrs. Lamb came in, wearing a party hat, with her phone already attached to a long contraption. “Selfie stick,” he said under his breath.

“Let me light the candles,” Mrs. Lamb said in a light voice that matched the happiness in her eyes. “Then we’ll see if we can get all three of us in the shot.”

“Why don’t I just take it of the two of you,” Danny offered. “That way we’ll be sure to get the cake and candles in, too.”

“Don’t be silly,” Mrs. Lamb said. “I want my sister to see I celebrated my birthday with a sexy young man.”

“Okay.” He paused. “Well . . . thank you.” He looked at the hat in his hand as if it was alive. “You don’t think the hat kind of downplays the sexiness?”

“Don’t be silly. It just shows that you know how to have a good time.”

No, Sheri thought. It showed his ego wasn’t as big as his heart. If he put that hat on and allowed Mrs. Lamb to photograph him, it was because he knew how much it meant to the elderly lady.

Divorced, Desperate and Daring is available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo.

Winners!

The winners from last week’s giveaway of an ecopy of Lori Wilde’s I’ll Be Home for Christmas or Diane Kelly’s Death, Taxes and a Chocolate Cannoli are Heather Tarplee, Dianne Fagan, Sarah S., Carole Tunstall, Susan Dolan, Barb Heintz, Brandi, Anneliese Carinci, Susan M. and Heather Tarplee.

Let me know if you prefer the NOOK or Kindle version and which email I should send your ebook to by sending an email to christie@christie-craig.com. Congratulations!