You scream, I scream, we all scream for THE WOMAN WHO COULDN’T SCREAM!
Septembere 5, 2017
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It’s always such a thrill to hold the first copy of my own book in my hands, and THE WOMAN WHO COULDN’T SCREAM is a special thrill. Merida Falcon is the woman who couldn’t scream, the person who through terrible circumstances is no longer able to speak, yet intends to succeed against all odds. But it’s also Kateri Kwinault’s story; Merida’s and Kateri’s circumstances and stories are intertwined, and what happens will keep you on the edge of your seat. Let me give you a Kateri excerpt.
Water ran off Stag’s hair and face in rivulets that slid under his collar and down his chest. Kateri knew because his blue denim shirt was plastered to his chest and … muscles. In detail. His jeans sagged low on his hips. Really low. The kind of low that if she gave them a tug, she would see London and France, and probably all of the Iberian Peninsula.
This could not be good for her heart.
Too late she realized he was headed right for her. “No. Don’t! You’re—”
Gently he wrapped her in his arms, pulled her close and up onto her toes, and kissed her.
The cold water soaked through her uniform, opening the way to the blistering heat of his body. His mouth was wet and warm and absolutely intent … on her. He absorbed her. He consumed her. He … wanted her. Heat and cold. Forest and stream. The great, dark, depths of the ocean rising up…
Lacey barked. Furiously. Imperiously.
Stag pulled away, looked down at the little dog at their feet, and laughed. Taking the Barbie towel out of Kateri’s hands, he leaned down and wrapped Lacey, dried her from head to toe, picked her up and cradled her. And slid his arm around Kateri’s waist.
Stretching and reaching, Lacey licked at their chins.
Between Stag and Kateri, passion simmered beneath the surface.
At the same time, they shared an affection for the dog who adored them so.
For Kateri, this felt like family, close and tight.
Buy THE WOMAN WHO COULDN’T SCREAM in hardcover from your favorite bookstore or online from Books-a-Million, Barnes & Noble and Amazon.
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updates in the next letter!
Today, Tuesday, September 5, 2017 at 2:00pm, come to see me at:
Page 2 Books
457 SW 152nd Street
Burien, WA 98166
I’d love to answer your questions, sign your copy of THE WOMAN WHO COULDN’T SCREAM and any other titles you purchase, and you’ll receive a free Christina Dodd Virtue Falls lavender sachet. See you there!
TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION
Many of you know my husband and I lived in Houston for twenty-one years, raised our family there, and loved the city, so watching the devastation from Harvey has been gut-wrenching. I wondered (as you did), “What can I do to help?” Luckily, I saw that the Association is collecting disaster relief and support for libraries. I quickly discovered donations are easy to make! Texas is going to need so much help rebuilding libraries, and where else are people going to get computer and Wi-Fi and everything else they need to file claims, find a job, get their lives back together? If you haven’t already donated to help storm-damaged Texas, I hope you’ll consider TXLA.
And I hope you enjoy your chance to visit London, France and the entire Iberian Peninsula in THE WOMAN WHO COULDN’T SCREAM.
The highly acclaimed Virtue Falls series:
#1 THE LISTENER: A short story
#2 VIRTUE FALLS: Full-Length Thriller
#3 THE RELATIVES: A short story
#4 OBSESSION FALLS: Full-Length Thriller
#5 LOVE NEVER DIES: A short story
#6 BECAUSE I’M WATCHING: Full-Length Thriller with two bonus chapters from:
#7 THE WOMAN WHO COULDN’T SCREAM, Full-Length Thriller, today!
— A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT: A compilation of three short stories: THE LISTENER, THE RELATIVES, and LOVE NEVER DIES, as well as extras from the Virtue Falls series.
“Pain nourishes courage. You can’t be brave if you’ve only had wonderful things happen to you.” — Mary Tyler Moore