Who is ready for a giveaway!! I sure am. Today is my grandfather’s 93rd birthday (hint: I dedicated the book to him) and in honor of his birthday I am giving away one free paperback copy of Kiss of Fire. And, if you really need me to, I may even sign it. 🙂
If you are looking for a copy of Kiss of Fire – the Kindle Version is only .99 cents for the rest of the year, so run over and grab a copy!
This is a rafflecopter giveaway, so scroll on down and enter to win everyday to win your copy. But in the meantime, enjoy this excerpt!
“Yes. What was with that, Ry? You’re acting like we were conducting espionage.”
“Sometimes I feel like I am.”
“Ryland LaRue – double O 4, Super-Secret-Agent.” I put my hands in a gun shape and aimed around his room until I landed my sights on him, only to find him smiling before he turned around. I could see his intentions, and I was in trouble. I turned and ran toward the closet where the Nerf guns were hidden behind his shoes. I only hoped I was faster than he was. I took a flying leap, dive-bombing into the shopping mall of a closet. I crawled on my belly to the Converse section and threw them to the side to find… nothing.
“What!” I yelled.
A monotonous chuckle sounded right behind me.
I flipped around, backing myself away from Ryland’s large figure as he towered over me. It was no use; I had only moved three feet before his big hand wrapped around my ankle, pulling me out of the closet. The carpet rubbed against my back, grabbing my shirt and pulling it up to my bra-line. I gasped and tried to move it down, while desperately trying to keep my mark hidden. Why of all days did I not cover it with a Band-Aid?
Ryland had already dragged me back into the sitting area. His long legs straddled over me as he looked down at me, his bright, blue eyes blazing.
“Thought you could get away from me did you?”
“You stole my stock of guns, you menace! You wouldn’t shoot a defenseless girl would you?” I batted my eyelashes at him in a foolish, and useless, attempt to distract him.
“Your womanly wiles are no match for me,” he laughed with a loud monotone chuckle as he pulled a bright, orange gun from behind his back. I cringed as he soaked me with stream after stream of freezing cold water. I sputtered and fought as he moved to crouch closer to me, his body prohibiting mine from getting away.
“Mercy!” I screeched from behind a curtain of water. “Mercy!”
Ryland chuckled and wiped the water that was dripping from my face with the palm of his hand.
“That was mean, Ry. You moved my guns.”
“Yeah sorry about that.” His voice seemed sincere but he still hovered above me, biting his lip. He stayed there, above me, our eyes locking a bit too long. I felt my heart pulse, I wasn’t ready yet.
“Can I get up now,” I asked, pulling my shirt back down to cover my exposed stomach.
“Yeah,” Ryland moved away from me, and a moment later one of his white, fluffy towels landed on my face.
Good Luck Everyone!!
It all started with a birthday present: a little book I wrote for my grandfather, helped along by a little bit of performing experience and a whole lot of love. It has since evolved. Get to know the woman behind the words. 
