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Thursday, April 3, 2014

Cover Reveal: On Her Watch, Don’t Tell series #2 By Rie Warren

On Her Watch, Don’t Tell series #2, cover reveal




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RELEASE DATE:
June 3rd, 2014 from Grand Central—Forever Yours


BLURB:
The year is 2071 and all hell has broken loose. As the government tries to control the territories that were once the United States, an armed rebellion erupts . . .
AWOL from her military post, Lieutenant Liz Grant will do anything for the rebels she now calls friends. Her latest mission: return to the Beta Corps army and obtain classified information that could turn the battle in the revolutionaries’ favor. There’s only one problem: Commander Linc Cutler.
Strong, coldly handsome, and always in control, Linc is perplexed by the beautiful soldier brought in for questioning. He doesn’t know if he believes her explanation for why she went missing. He only knows his intense sexual desire for her cannot be denied.
EXCERPT:
“You’re going to make me work to bring you down, aren’t you, Lieutenant?” His lips hovered beside mine.
I didn’t move, didn’t shiver. I wouldn’t even let myself think this cold hard bastard was the least bit attractive. He held the answers to my father’s death or at least knew where to find them, and that was all that mattered.
“Yeah, I am.” I stepped back from him.
Linc sat on the edge of his desk, hitting me with an intense gaze. His drawl came out low and deep. “You got a status report?”
His intimate tone sent a flush to my system. “Beaten to shit, sir, but still breathing. Thanks for asking.”
“Make sure you keep that up.” He handed me my cap. Frowning when our fingers brushed, he pulled back quickly.
Maybe he was feeling the same conflicting emotions as me. Equal parts flaring attraction and natural distrust overwhelmed me. He watched me head to the door, gaze locked on my retreat. I wanted to shove a barrel down his throat and let it go. I wanted to rip his uniform off and take him in my hand, my mouth.
At the door, I halted. Dignified of manner, albeit dripping blood, I asked, “Am I dismissed?”
“Not quite.” He came closer, his brief show of weakness once more concealed. Or maybe I’d imagined it because, Christ, looking into his now deadly eyes was the same as deep-throating the stock of a rifle. “Stoic woman, aren’t you?”
“Comes with the territory.”
“You might earn your stripes back yet, Prisoner Grant, depending on how you save face. You’re going to have to prove your dedication.”
When he slipped by me to open the door, I saluted the latest bad ass on the block. “Commander Cutler, sir!”
“Second Lieutenant.” He saluted, a searing touch of his fingers on my breast relieving me of my badge.
“You mean First Lieutenant.”
“You’ve been demoted.”
Goddamn. And this was the man I needed to cozy up to? If I was attracted to assholes, how come Cannon had never done it for me?
I walked out the door, head high, not looking back.
BUY LINKS:


In His Command, Book #1, available now


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About Rie Warren
A Yankee transplant via the UK and other wild journeys, Rie happily landed in Charleston, South Carolina, with her English artisan husband and their two small daughters--one an aspiring diva, the other a future punk rocker. After earning her degree in Fine Arts, Rie promptly gave up paintbrushes and canvas for paper and pen (because she decided being a writer was equally as good an idea as being an artist, of course it was). That was fifteen years ago, her writing career started! With a manuscript of super epic proportions! Safely stored under a lace doily in a filing cabinet. Possibly in England . . .

Since then she's done this and that, here and there, usually in the nonprofit arena, until she returned to her dream of being a writer. Even though Rie basks in the glorious southern sunshine as often as she can, she's mostly a nocturnal creature adjourning to her writer's atelier (spare bedroom) in search of her next devious plot twist or delicious passionate tryst.

No matter what genre or gender pairing she's writing, she combines a sexy southern edge with humor and heart--and a taste of darkness.


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