I’m so happy to announce the upcoming release of my new novel, “Saving Cruz.” This has been a long work in progress – as most book projects are – but I’m thrilled with the end result. I am so anxious to share my hot Spaniard with all of you! Cruz Moran is a complicated, intense man – the eldest of five siblings – who carries the weight of his past in every breath he takes. Closed off to everyone except his tight-knit family, we readers get to sit back and watch him unravel when he meets his beautiful and very tempting new assistant, Mia Elliott.
Cruz and Mia’s story is the first in a 5-part series about The Moran Family. While each book can be read as a standalone, it is best to start from the beginning….which we will do when “Saving Cruz” is released on October 4, 2016. Currently available for pre-order on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited, it will be available in paperback as well.
I am so thankful for the people who helped me on my path to getting this book published. My family, first and foremost, for always supporting me in everything I do. My editor, Maxann Dobson, who is by far the best teacher/editor this girl could ask for. The amazing Kari Ayasha at Cover to Cover Designs, for bringing Cruz to life on the cover. Lastly, Stacey Blake at Champagne Formats…I can’t thank you enough for the amazing work you’ve done for me. Thank you all SO much…I’m very blessed!
As a teaser, I thought I’d include a sneak peek at the book. Here’s a taste of the Prologue to wet your whistle:
"The acrid smell of burning rubber wakes me. Pain hits hard and fast when I force my eyes open, and even though I’m completely disoriented and have no idea where I am or what has happened, a sick feeling of dread centers directly in my gut. Something wet drips down my face and my left leg throbs painfully, immovable. This is not good. Not good at all.
A soft moan sounds next to me. As I slowly turn my head toward the sound, reality starts to set in and the fog in my head begins to dissipate. Dark hair is matted with blood. Her face is almost unrecognizable. There’s not a spot on her untouched by either glass or metal. Slowly comprehending the magnitude of what has happened to us, I see the tree limb piercing her abdomen, holding her captive in her car seat. It’s like one of those horror movies we like to watch together late at night, huddling under a blanket in the dark. Only this horror is a living, breathing monster—all too real, too terrifying, too unfathomable to even comprehend.
Her eyes drift open and dart wildly around the car and the soft moan suddenly turns into a blood-curdling scream. I try to speak but the piercing pain in my chest makes anything other than slow, shallow breaths impossible. My hands, broken and battered, reach for the seat belt to try and disengage it and get to her. Freeing us from the wreckage has to be the priority. I’ll deal with the pain later."