Thursday, February 20, 2014

Mark by Irish Winters: Spotlight and Excerpt


Author Info:

Irish Winters is an award-winning author who dabbles in poetry, grandchildren, and rarely (as in extremely rarely) the kitchen. More prone to be outdoors than in, she grew up the quintessential tomboy on a farm in rural Wisconsin, spent her teenage years in the Pacific Northwest, but calls the Wasatch Mountains of Northern Utah home. For now.

The wife of one handsome husband and the mother of three perfect sons, Irish divides her time between writing at home and travelling the country with her man while - writing. (Seriously, what else?)

She believes in making every day count for something and follows the wise admonition of her mother to, "Look out the window and see something!"


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Book Synopsis:

Mark Houston has done the unthinkable. The United States Marine has fallen in love with his best friend’s fiancée. Now he has to tell Libby Clifton that Jon was killed in action. When Mark accompanies his friend’s body home to the quiet farming community of Spencer, Wisconsin, he discovers that all was not well between Libby and Jon. He dares to hope there might still be room in her heart for him—until she confides in him that he’s the only friend she has—the very last thing a man wants to hear. Or be. 

She’s trying to move on. After the very public funeral of her war hero fiancée, Libby trades the sedate country life for nursing school in big city Chicago. Little does she realize that kilos of opium lay six-feet underground with the man she’s just buried. The cold-blooded cartel boss has proven he will go to extreme lengths to get his drugs back. Mark Houston, now working for Alex Stewart and his covert surveillance team, is determined to protect Libby. Three paths are on a collision course of murder, deceit, and betrayal. 

Opium isn’t the only thing that’s buried . . . 
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Libby came timidly to the doorway. It had been a year, but the sight of her took Mark’s breath. He flinched when the scent of baby powder filled his nose. Her scent. It had haunted his dreams for months. The draft of the open door teased the white blond tendrils around her face, adding to the child-like innocence he had come to crush. Cobalt blue eyes begged him not to speak. His heart pumped too fast and too hard as his fight or flight response kicked in.

Stop. Don’t do this. Run. Never tell her. Never break her heart. Run!

But duty ruled. Honor prevailed. He steeled his heart and reached for her slender hand, letting the official pronouncement roll from his lips. “Libby Clifton. The Commandant of the Marine Corps of the United States of America has entrusted me to express his deepest regret . . .

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