What to do with your ebook settlement money? Last Hit is discounted!

March 30, 2014 | General | (0)

Last week a huge number of readers received ebook credits from a lawsuit the Department of Justice brought against large publishers for price fixing. If you have some left, you could spend 99c of it on Last Hit and $3.99 on the second book in the series, Last Breath.

Don’t remember what Last Hit was about? You can read chapters one through four online.

Chapter One at Natasha is a Book Junkie
Chapter Two at Angie’s Dreamy Reads
Chapters Three & Four at The Rock Stars of Romance

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Nikolai

I have been a contract killer since I was a boy. For years I savored the fear caused by my name, the trembling at the sight of my tattoos. The stars on my knees, the marks on my fingers, the dagger in my neck, all bespoke of danger. If you saw my eyes, it was the last vision you’d have. I have ever been the hunter, never the prey. With her, I am the mark and I am ready to lie down and let her capture me. Opening my small scarred heart to her brings out my enemies. I will carry out one last hit, but if they hurt her, I will bring the world down around their ears.

Daisy

I’ve been sheltered from the outside world all my life. Homeschooled and farm-raised, I’m so naive that my best friend calls me Pollyanna. I like to believe the best in people. Nikolai is part of this new life, and he’s terrifying to me. Not because his eyes are cold or my friend warns me away from him, but because he’s the only man that has ever seen the real me beneath the awkwardness. With him, my heart is at risk..and also, my life.

Note: This is a standalone novel with no cliffhanger. The next book in the series will feature an entirely different female and male protagonist. Word count for the book checks in at slightly over 100,000 words.

Mini Excerpt

I watch her through my bathroom window. I’ve placed one of my four rented chairs in here for that express purpose. I tell myself it is not creepy, as the American girls would say, because I watch everyone. But really I watch only her.

I cannot see everything. I’ve never seen her nude. I’ve never seen inside her shower. Smartly there is no window there. But I can see her bedroom and her living room and beyond that, with my scope, her kitchen. I know her schedule. When she gets up in the morning, when she returns to her apartment. If she were a mark, I could’ve killed her a dozen times over by now and been in the wind.

She throws her bag onto her bed and then lies down next to it. It takes many muscles to smile, much less to frown but only a few to pull the trigger. I peer down the scope and place my crosshairs over her forehead. Puff, dead.

You can read an additional short featuring the couple. Jessica Clare and I wrote this as a holiday treat for our fans.

ePub: http://bit.ly/1c7ywL8
Mobi: http://bit.ly/K4vcKq
PDF: http://bit.ly/1eF70fU

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