As a part of the ongoing excerpt tour, today I'm hosting Anna Richland's paranormal romance, The Second Lie, book 2 of Immortal Vikings. Alongside a complete promo, find an exclusive excerpt for your enjoyment. Also, please don't forget to comment!
Anna Richland will be awarding a set of En Route notecards, gorgeously illustrated by Kate Pocrass (because falling in love with an Immortal Viking is a wild journey!) to a randomly drawn winner (INTERNATIONAL) via rafflecopter during the tour
The Second Lie
Anna Richland
(Immortal Vikings #2)
Published: January 26, 2015 by Carina Press
A woman desperate to achieve her dreams.
To reassure wealthy clients, Christina Alvarez Mancini invented a jet-setting British owner for her Napa Valley wine collection service. Success has brought her close to buying her own winery, when irregularities at a London wine auction threaten her business.
A man in love with a good plan.
Stig, an immortal Viking thief, knows he’s found the perfect role. The California woman who created his character won’t discover what he’s up to in England until after he’s pocketed the money he needs. Then Christina walks into the auction preview, ready to ruin his plans, and he knows his boredom has ended.
Secrets that turn deadly.
By the end of the night, these two rivals must cooperate to escape kidnappers, British authorities, media and a pair of mysterious watchers. That’s when a game Stig’s played for a thousand years puts Christina’s life at risk.
Can two people whose identities are based on lies trust each other enough to survive?
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An Exclusive Excerpt from The Second Lie:
Hiding in Stig’s apartment after a night escaping kidnappers and avoiding police questions, Christina is grateful for a shower, a hot breakfast and Stig’s promise to stop impersonating her boss Geoffrey Morrison. As soon as she eats, she can start saving her business.
The delicious smells of bacon and coffee greeted her on the other side of the door, but that welcoming scent and double-place setting was at odds with the rest of the scene. Stig stood sideways next to the drawn blinds of the living room window, what looked like a tablet computer in his hand.
“I was right to use the cellar door.” His eyes locked with hers. His lips had almost disappeared, they were pressed inward so tightly. “We have a babysitter.”
The clothes tumbled from her hands. “Wend and Skafe?”
“No.” He beckoned her forward. “See if you recognize him.” The screen showed a wide-angle view of the street outside. “I have a minicam near the roof, and it feeds my computer by a cable. Not even a wireless signal to detect.”
“How do you know he’s watching us?”
“First, the average smoker actually smokes. Our friend outside’s not exhaling. His cigarette’s only burning on the end, no draw from inhaling.”
“Just to play devil’s advocate, maybe he’s trying to quit or it’s one of those smokeless electronic ones.”
“Am I allowed to roll my eyes at you, or does that only go one direction? He’s wearing a tan coat here.” Stig scrolled from left to right on the touchscreen. “This is an hour ago.”
In the image, a man with the same build, same color pants and same shoes walked slowly down the sidewalk, wearing a belted black trench coat. When he paused to fiddle with his phone, she could see that the face was identical.
“I’ve never seen a gentleman who wasn’t casing a mark change his Mackintosh on breaks,” Stig said.
“Shit.” With that whispered word, the air and energy left her like a week-old party balloon.
“Bloody miracle. You didn’t argue the point.” He leaned his forehead against hers.
The single touch sent a current of strength from their spot of contact through her spine, reminding her not to give up, not yet, not until she had the fake wines removed from the auction and her business salvaged. “Must be the smell of bacon. It’s warped my brain.”
The plates of breakfast looked like Papa Bear and Baby Bear, one filled with what must be six pieces of bacon, three eggs and a tower of toast points. The other was a manageable two of each, and she headed for that plate.
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About the Author:
Anna lives with her quietly funny Canadian husband and two less quiet children in a century-old house in Seattle. The perpetual drizzle is a good excuse to drink more coffee. She’s a former US Army officer who now writes The Immortal Vikings series from Carina Press and also the author of His Road Home, a novella which Publishers Weekly called “Tantalizing … a raw, emotional story” and the website SmartB*tchesTrashyBooks gave an A rating.
She donates a portion of her book proceeds to two charities: the Fisher House Foundation, which provides housing for families of wounded soldiers in the US and Great Britain, and Doctors Without Borders, which delivers emergency medical care in more than sixty crisis zones world-wide.
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(Note: I received this promo+giveaway info from Goddess Fish Promotions. ~Punya)
5 comments:
Thanks for hosting!
Thanks Punya! The "eye roll" comment in this excerpt is one that I love. Maybe because Mr. Richland has a little of the tendency to do that.
So here's a question for readers: eye rolls or raised eyebrows? Which one do you prefer?
I love the excerpt. Sounds like a great book
@Goddess Fish, you're welcome!
@Anna Richland, so glad to be hosting you! LOL @ the eye-roll comment. :D I personally prefer the eye-roll.
Hi Teresa, thanks for stopping by and commenting! x
I enjoyed the excerpt thank you.
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