More Tango and Cali? Hell yes! Bring it on. I loved their story in TAG and you wont believe what they get up to in this novella! Make sure to check back August 2nd, for my review...
SERIES: a TAG novella
AUTHOR: Shari J. Ryan
AGE GROUP: New Adult/Adult
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
RELEASE DATE: August 31, 2015
PUBLISHER: Booktrope
PAGES: Approx. 104
BLITZ COORDINATED BY:
Paging Through The Days
BOOK BLURB:
Our little family has been together for four years, and life has been good, considering my track record. But In the blink of an eye, my ease was suddenly gone when I heard his terrifying words. I knew from the look on Tango’s face and the way he avoided my gaze—all hell was about to break loose. Now it seems like the dangers I spent years desperately avoiding are starting to threaten my happily ever after.
Maybe it’s because I let my guard down. Or maybe it’s because I was starting to trust again. But I can’t even trust the people closest to me, and now I remember why.
Screw with me, that’s one thing. Screw with my family, and we’ve got a problem…
****This novella can be read as a standalone!****
PROLOGUE
CALI
I know this man well enough to know when something's up. He doesn't skip a meal. He generally refuses to miss bedtime stories with our daughter, and he never leaves the house without a word.
Unless something is wrong.
Something's wrong.
I poke my head into the garage and squeeze through the dozens of boxes near the doorway. I hear grunting, heavy breathing and the sound of metal clinking against metal—I can smell the sweat from here.
I make my way out of the boxes, lean against a pillar and fold my arms over my chest in hopes of an explanation. An excuse. Anything.
The weights thud against the cement and Tango reaches across the bench for his rag, which he drags across his forehead, slowly, purposely avoiding my cold stare. "Is Tyler already asleep?" he asks before removing the rag from his eyes.
"After four books and counting two-hundred sheep, yes, she's asleep." I move in closer, arching a brow, giving him the look I know he's trying desperately to ignore. "What is it?"
He drops the rag and repositions his weights against the wall, lining them up meticulously, giving himself a little more time to answer my simple question. "Just working out, baby."
"Don't baby me. You only pump hundreds when something’s up."
He takes a couple of deep breaths and looks at me with his shamrock green eyes, giving me the Bambi stare, as if I'm going to melt from his loving gaze. It usually works, but I weakened to be strong tonight. Something is wrong. I know it. "There's nothing to worry about." He cups his hand around my cheek, lifting my chin to look at him. "Remember, I’ll tell you if there's something to worry about."
The last time he said that to me, a scientist who held him hostage for almost a year showed up at one of his jobs and, without warning, made him leave the country for a week. I got a text message from him telling me not to worry. Then his phone was shut off. All I knew was that my husband didn't come home from work that day, and our little girl cried for him at bedtime every night for a week.
He reminds me constantly that he signed a deal with the devil, but it was so he didn't have to live with him. I get it in theory, but God, why does there have to be such a high price for breathing?
"Just tell me if you're going to disappear again. Because I swear to God, Tango, if that happens again, I'll go looking for you."
He takes my hand, the hand I'm trying to keep from shaking, and lays it on his heart as he pulls me into him. "If I disappear, you're coming with me."
I know this man well enough to know when something's up. He doesn't skip a meal. He generally refuses to miss bedtime stories with our daughter, and he never leaves the house without a word.
Unless something is wrong.
Something's wrong.
I poke my head into the garage and squeeze through the dozens of boxes near the doorway. I hear grunting, heavy breathing and the sound of metal clinking against metal—I can smell the sweat from here.
I make my way out of the boxes, lean against a pillar and fold my arms over my chest in hopes of an explanation. An excuse. Anything.
The weights thud against the cement and Tango reaches across the bench for his rag, which he drags across his forehead, slowly, purposely avoiding my cold stare. "Is Tyler already asleep?" he asks before removing the rag from his eyes.
"After four books and counting two-hundred sheep, yes, she's asleep." I move in closer, arching a brow, giving him the look I know he's trying desperately to ignore. "What is it?"
He drops the rag and repositions his weights against the wall, lining them up meticulously, giving himself a little more time to answer my simple question. "Just working out, baby."
"Don't baby me. You only pump hundreds when something’s up."
He takes a couple of deep breaths and looks at me with his shamrock green eyes, giving me the Bambi stare, as if I'm going to melt from his loving gaze. It usually works, but I weakened to be strong tonight. Something is wrong. I know it. "There's nothing to worry about." He cups his hand around my cheek, lifting my chin to look at him. "Remember, I’ll tell you if there's something to worry about."
The last time he said that to me, a scientist who held him hostage for almost a year showed up at one of his jobs and, without warning, made him leave the country for a week. I got a text message from him telling me not to worry. Then his phone was shut off. All I knew was that my husband didn't come home from work that day, and our little girl cried for him at bedtime every night for a week.
He reminds me constantly that he signed a deal with the devil, but it was so he didn't have to live with him. I get it in theory, but God, why does there have to be such a high price for breathing?
"Just tell me if you're going to disappear again. Because I swear to God, Tango, if that happens again, I'll go looking for you."
He takes my hand, the hand I'm trying to keep from shaking, and lays it on his heart as he pulls me into him. "If I disappear, you're coming with me."
::The one that started it all::
TAG
264 Pages
Published: November 7, 2014
Published by: Booktrope
Synopsis:
What if your family had a big secret . . . a life changing secret. My dad, the bigwig CIA agent, was always on the run, whether he was being chased or doing the chasing. I missed him. Then my mom passed away, and my sister was murdered. I turned my solitude to strength because the alternative was too bleak.
But my luck seemed to turn: I met Tango. And while I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my twenty-two years, danger lurks around every corner and I simply can’t take the chance of it finding me. But his tattoos, his smell, his darkness, and his body— that marine has taken over my every thought. But, what if he too isn’t what I think? A ticking time bomb isn’t going to leave me much time to waver. Even the bravest person can be in need of a miracle.
Before she was gone, my mom warned me to know everyone and trust no one. But what was I supposed to do when I found out I am the one not to be trusted? Turns out, I was always the bait in this conspiracy.
In author Shari J. Ryan’s gripping novel, TAG, the canyons hold secrets, the waterfalls provide safety, and romance has a pesky way of showing up when you are sweaty and dirty and least expect it.
Shari J. Ryan is an Amazon Top 100 Bestselling author, a Barnes & Noble Top 10 Bestselling author, and an iBookstore #1 Bestselling author. She hails from Central Massachusetts where she lives with her husband and two lively little boys. Shari has always had an active imagination and enjoys losing herself in the fictional worlds she creates.
When Shari isn’t writing, she can usually be found cleaning toys up off the floor.
To learn more, visit her at, www.sharijryan.com.
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