I'm pleased to welcome Denise Moncrief back to my blog today to announce her newly release romanctic suspense book, Crisis of Identity.
Crisis of Identity:
Crisis of Identity:
Tess Copeland is an operator. Her motto? Necessity is the mother of a good a con. When Hurricane Irving slams into the Texas Gulf coast, Tess seizes the opportunity to escape her past by hijacking a dead woman’s life, but Shelby Coleman’s was the wrong identity to steal. And the cop that trails her? He’s a U.S. Marshall with the Fugitive Task Force for the northern district of Illinois. Tess left Chicago because the criminal justice system gave her no choice. Now she’s on the run from ghosts of misdeeds past—both hers and Shelby’s.
Enter Trevor Smith, a pseudo-cowboy from Houston, Texas, with good looks, a quick tongue, and testosterone poisoning. Will Tess succumb to his questionable charms and become his damsel in distress? She doesn’t have to faint at his feet—she’s capable of handling just about anything. But will she choose to let Trevor be the man? When Tess kidnaps her niece, her life changes. She must make some hard decisions. Does she trust the lawman that promises her redemption, or does she trust the cowboy that promises her nothing but himself?
Buy Links
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Crisis-of-Identity-ebook/dp/B00B5L0I7S
Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/278396
5 Prince Publishing: http://5princebooks.com/buy.htm
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/crisis-of-identity/id596488572?mt=11
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/crisis-of-identity-denise-moncrief/1114223396
Createspace: https://www.createspace.com/4146979
Bio for Denise Moncrief
Denise wrote her first story when she was in high school—seventeen hand-written pages on school-ruled paper and an obvious rip-off of the last romance novel she read. She earned a degree in accounting, giving her some nice skills to earn a little money, but her passion has always been writing. She has written numerous short stories and more than a few full-length novels. Her favorite pastimes when she’s not writing are spending time with her family, traveling, reading, and scrapbooking. She lives in Louisiana with her husband, two children, and one very chubby dog.
How to contact Denise Moncrief:
Twitter: @dmoncrief0131
Blogger: www.denisemoncrief.blogspot.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/DeniseMoncriefAuthor
Denis is sharing a portion of an excerpt from Crisis of Identity on each stop of her blog tour. For a complete listing of each stop visit (http://denisemoncrief.blogspot.com/2013/02/crisis-of-identity-blog-tour.html )
~ Today's excerpt ~
Jake stretched out on his cot. “There’s a boat out of here tomorrow. It’s taking volunteers back to the mainland.” Galveston was in ruins. The thin strips of concrete that once connected the island to civilization lay scattered on the beach looking somewhat like a child's building blocks.
“There is?” I tried not to appear too interested.
“You didn’t know?” A different question danced in his eyes—a challenge of sorts. “So how long have you lived in Galveston?”
“Not long. My brother found a job. So I moved here a few months ago to be with him.”
“Where’s your brother now?”
I blinked at him. “He’s gone.”
His stern countenance wavered, but before I could embrace his presumed compassion, his expression settled into severity once again. “Now you’ll have to start your life over…again.” His eyes captured mine. A shiver of dread slithered down my spine. It was as if he knewme, even though he didn’t seem to know me. “Are you going to sleep?” He nodded toward my pillow as if he didn’t think my conscience would allow rest.
“I never sleep.”
Within minutes, he emitted soft puffs of breath, in and out, obviously lacking any guilt to keep him awake.
The shadows lengthened and receded over the locker room, drifting in and out of the grimy, shattered windows as if the world was still revolving around its axis on schedule. But I was sure it had stopped turning. I was the fugitive he sought.
“There is?” I tried not to appear too interested.
“You didn’t know?” A different question danced in his eyes—a challenge of sorts. “So how long have you lived in Galveston?”
“Not long. My brother found a job. So I moved here a few months ago to be with him.”
“Where’s your brother now?”
I blinked at him. “He’s gone.”
His stern countenance wavered, but before I could embrace his presumed compassion, his expression settled into severity once again. “Now you’ll have to start your life over…again.” His eyes captured mine. A shiver of dread slithered down my spine. It was as if he knewme, even though he didn’t seem to know me. “Are you going to sleep?” He nodded toward my pillow as if he didn’t think my conscience would allow rest.
“I never sleep.”
Within minutes, he emitted soft puffs of breath, in and out, obviously lacking any guilt to keep him awake.
The shadows lengthened and receded over the locker room, drifting in and out of the grimy, shattered windows as if the world was still revolving around its axis on schedule. But I was sure it had stopped turning. I was the fugitive he sought.
As an added treat, Denise is giving away 2 signed copies of Crisis of Identity. To enter, simply comment below and leave your e-mail address in the comment and then enter the Rafflecopter link.
Happy reading everyone! Thanks for stopping by!
~~ Chantel ~~
Hi, Chantel, Thank you for hosting me on my blog tour today! Denise
ReplyDeleteHappy to do it, Denise! Congratulations on the new book! It sounds great!
DeleteHi Denise. I could have sworn I left a comment somewhere, but it's not on Chantel's blog. Interesting. :) Anyways sounds like a fun and exciting book. I don't care what anyone says, I still love romantic suspense. Good luck!
ReplyDeleteThanks for leaving a comment...again. I believe you left a comment on Vonnie's blog post, and thank you so much for participating.
DeleteI'm getting so excited to read this book!! sbereza22(at)gmail(dot)com
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