Today, we're revealing the cover for L.P. Dover's upcoming release, Trigger (Circle of Justice #1). Check it out!!! Also find an excerpt for your enjoyment.
Trigger
L.P. Dover
(Circle of Justice #1)
Cover Design: Mae I Design and Photography
Expected Publication: February 6, 2017
A killer . . . that’s what I am.
It’s what I do.
It’s what I live for.
I’m no longer the Preston Hale everyone knew. I left that life and the people in it a long time ago the second I made my first kill. I wasn’t going to give in, but when I heard the screams there was no going back.
It triggered the pain, the need.
I knew what I had to do, and I did it well. But I never expected for Emma Turner – the only link to my past – to come back into my life.
She triggers a different emotion inside me, something I hadn’t ever felt.
It’s not a want to kill . . . but a need to CLAIM.
It’s what I do.
It’s what I live for.
I’m no longer the Preston Hale everyone knew. I left that life and the people in it a long time ago the second I made my first kill. I wasn’t going to give in, but when I heard the screams there was no going back.
It triggered the pain, the need.
I knew what I had to do, and I did it well. But I never expected for Emma Turner – the only link to my past – to come back into my life.
She triggers a different emotion inside me, something I hadn’t ever felt.
It’s not a want to kill . . . but a need to CLAIM.
An Excerpt from Trigger:
When I
got downstairs to the dining room, Glenn and Wade were already there, speaking
to each other in hushed tones by the large window. There were shiny plates on
the table, with all sorts of silverware around them. Start from the outside and
work your way in, was what I was told when it came to using the various forks
and spoons. Give me just one of each and I’d be happy.
It
wasn’t long before Glenn noticed me at the door and the conversation ceased.
“Emma, you look lovely tonight,” he announced.
I smiled.
“Thank you.”
He
beckoned me over to the table and Wade held out a seat for me. I sat down and
he took the one on the right, while Glenn sat on my left at the head of the
table. There was only one other place setting and it was across from me.
“Wine?”
Glenn asked, holding up the bottle.
I
nodded. “Sure.”
He
poured me a glass and I took a sip. It tasted like heaven, all fruity and
crisp. It was so good I had to take another sip, and another, while we waited
on the special guest. Not even a minute later, the dining room door opened and
a man walked in. Only, he wasn’t just anyone.
It’d
been eight years and he’d surely changed, but there was no mistaking those gray
eyes. His hair was the same light brown, and mussed up like all the guys did
their hair these days. However, his body looked totally different. His cream
colored, long-sleeve sweater hugged a set of muscular arms, and his face was
more rugged, covered in a five o’clock shadow.
I
almost choked on my wine. “Oh my God.” Is it really him?
“Emma,
are you okay?” Wade asked, his voice low.
“Yeah,”
I whispered. “I’m fine.”
I
waited for Preston to look at the table, and when his gaze finally caught mine,
he paused for a slight second. In his face, I could see the friend I lost so
long ago, but it vanished quickly.
Glenn
and Wade both stood when Preston approached, and I shot up out of my seat,
bumping the table with my jerky movements. Glenn grinned at me and then at
Preston. “Preston Hale, I’d like you to meet Emma Turner. She’s my assistant.
Emma, this is Preston Hale, a close family friend. His father is one of my
dearest friends.”
Preston
held out his hand and looked at me as if he’d never laid eyes on me before.
“It’s nice to meet you.”
Was he
being serious? I shook his hand and made sure to put a little extra squeeze in
there for good measure. “Meet me? Surely, you remember who I am.”
Glenn’s
eyes went wide. “Wait. You two already know each other?”
I
nodded. “From college.” I was about to add before he up and left without a
trace, but thought better of it.
Glenn
chuckled and smacked a hand on Preston’s shoulder. “Well, isn’t this a small
world? You’ll have to tell me some stories on this one.” He nodded my way.
Preston’s
jaw clenched. “Can’t. Don’t remember her.”
My
mouth dropped open; it was like being punched in the gut and slapped in the
face, all at the same time. No words would come out, so I sat there with a lump
in my throat. In college, he’d been a close friend. I sang with him in his
band, Silent Break. We connected on stage in a way I’d never felt with anyone.
I cared about him, and had even been ready to take the next step in our
relationship right before he up and disappeared. I never got to tell him how I
felt. Now he looked at me as if I was a stranger.
The
room fell silent. I wanted to say something, but I bit my tongue. It was going
to be the longest dinner of my life.
New
York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, L.P. Dover, is a southern
belle residing in North Carolina along with her husband and two
beautiful girls. Before she even began her literary journey she worked
in Periodontics enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.Not only does she love to write, but she loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes, white water rafting, and you can't forget the passion for singing. Her two number one fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime and those songs usually consist of Christmas carols.
L.P. Dover has written over fifteen novels including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, the Gloves Off series, and her standalone novel, Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense, but if she got to choose a setting in which to live, it would be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.
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