Thursday, August 28, 2014

VIRTUAL TOUR w/EXCERPT and GIVEAWAY - WHATEVER IT TAKES (Trust No One #4) by Dixie Lee Brown:


TITLE: Whatever It Takes
SERIES: Trust No One
SERIES PLACEMENT: #4
AUTHOR: Dixie Lee Brown
AGE GROUP: Adult
GENRE: Mystery/Thriller Rom.
RELEASE DATE: Aug, 12, 2014
PUBLISHER: Avon: Impulse
FORMAT: eBook and Paperback
PAGES: Approx. 400

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BOOK BLURB:
Assassin Alex Morgan will do anything to save an innocent life - especially if it means rescuing a child from a hell like the one she endured.

But going undercover as husband and wife, with none other than the disarmingly sexy Detective Nate Sanders, may be a little more togetherness than she can handle. She’s used to working alone, and no man is going to change that - not even a man who makes her heart pound and her defenses crumble with just a touch.

Nate has dodged more than a few bullets over the years, but fighting his attraction for Alex may be the bullet that does him in. Still, Nate’s determined to help her find the missing kid. There’s no doubt in his mind that they’re walking straight into danger, but Nate’s willing to face anything if it means protecting Alex. She might have been on her own once, but Nate has one more mission: to stay by her side - forever.

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EXCERPT

     It had been nearly six months since she’d appeared, unannounced,  and wrecked his prized, fully restored 1969 Mustang Mach I. She’d gone again just as quickly, but he wasn’t through with her on that score yet. He’d promised dire consequences if she so much as scratched his car, and he still wasn’t completely convinced she hadn’t done it on purpose. Strangely, when he thought of her, which he’d done quite a bit for the first couple of months, it wasn’t associated with his car at all.
     She’d dropped into his life, along with his ex-partner, Ty Whitlock; Joe Reynolds; and several other members of Joe’s team of ex-military fighters, to rescue Ty’s girlfriend and stop a Russian Mafia general. All in a day’s work for them.
     That Alex was different from any girl he’d ever met was obvious from the first time he’d laid eyes on her. She had a smart mouth, was way too cocky, and was about as hot as they come. Slender with a well-toned body and curves in all the right places, she was petite, at least com- pared to him. Long, black, wavy hair fell below her shoulders, framing her dark-skinned exotic beauty. She was also young, barely twenty, and had been severely dam- aged by a deranged lunatic using mind-control drugs, if the story Ty told him was true. So, of course, Nate had fallen for her. Why was anyone’s guess, but when she’d left after their job was finished, he hadn’t expected to see her again.
     What was she doing in that bar? She had to be fol- lowing him. It was too much of a coincidence any other way. He nearly flinched when he replayed the image of her dropping Daniels and then turning on those goons getting ready to shoot up the bar. Shit! Was she suicidal along with everything else? Anger, tinged with dread, did a slow burn under his collar.      He needed to know what motivated Alex Morgan . . . and he needed to know now. He clenched his teeth, whipped his bike into an alley, and cut the engine. If she was bent on getting herself killed, there was no fucking way it was happening on his turf.
     She dismounted,  uncertainty  in her expression. As soon as she stepped out of the way, he swung his leg over and got in her face. “Take it off.” He pointed to the helmet.
     Not waiting for her to remove it all the way, he started in. “What in the name of all that’s holy were you thinking back there? You could have gotten yourself killed.”
     A sad smile swept her face and  something  in her eyes—a momentary hardening—gave him a clue to the answer he was fairly certain she’d never speak aloud. Ty had told him the highlights of her story. Joe had freed Alex from a life of slavery in a dark, dismal hole in Hong Kong. From the haunted look in her eyes, however, Nate would bet she hadn’t completely dealt with the aftermath. His first impression had been more right than he wanted to admit. It was quite likely that she nursed a dangerous little death wish, and that’s what had prompted her ac- tions at the bar.
     His anger receded, and a wave of protectiveness rolled over him, but he was powerless to take away the pain staring back at him. He could make a stab at shielding her from the world, but how could he stop the hell that raged inside this woman? Why did she matter so much to him? Hell, logic flew out the window a long time ago. He didn’t know why—only that she did. With frustration driving him, he stepped closer, pushing her against the bike. Her moist lips drew his gaze, and an overwhelming desire to kiss her set fire to his blood.
     She stiffened and wariness flooded her eyes.
     He should have stopped there, but another step put him in contact with her, and he was burning with need. He pulled her closer and gently slid his fingers through her hair, then stroked his thumb across her bottom lip.
     Her breath escaped in uneven gasps and a tiny bit of tongue appeared, sliding quickly over the lip he’d just touched. Fear, trepidation,  longing paraded across her face. Ty’s warning sounded in his ears again—she was dangerous, maybe even disturbed—but even if that was true, Nate wasn’t sure it made any difference to him.
     “Don’t be afraid.” Shit! Immediately, he regretted his words. This woman wasn’t afraid of anything. Distrustful . . . yes. Afraid? He didn’t even want to know what could scare her.
     Her eyes softened and warmed, and she stepped into him, pressing her firm body against his. He caught her around the waist and aligned his hips to hers. Ignoring the words of caution in his head, he bent ever so slowly and covered her mouth with his. Softly caressing her lips and tasting her sweetness, he forgot for a moment that they stood in an alley in a questionable area of Portland, that he barely knew this woman, and that they’d just left the scene of a real-life nightmare.
     He’d longed to kiss her since the first time they’d met. She’d insulted his car that day, and not even that had been enough to get his mind off her lips. Good timing or bad—kissing her and holding her in his arms was long overdue.

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DIXIE LEE BROWN lives and writes in Central Oregon, inspired by what she believes is the most gorgeous scenery anywhere. She resides with two dogs and a cat, who make sure she never takes herself too seriously. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, movies, and trips to the beach.

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