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Giveaway: Enter to Win a Copy of Fearless!

Fearless CoverDiscover a new world of adventure and romance in the Survival Race series.

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Fearless Excerpt:

Angry red streaks snaked through his aura. “What manner of trickery is this?”

“Get off of me, barbarian.”

Name-calling? Really? Had her father taught her nothing?

“Barbarian? That’s funny coming from a savage.”

She gasped. “Savage? You’re the one on top of me.”

“As I recall, I wouldn’t be on top of you if I hadn’t needed to protect myself from your tricks.”

“I am a spiritual healer. I only wanted to repair your soul. You must release my people.”

“They’re free to go at any time. They choose to stay.”

His weight was crushing her, making breathing difficult, but she refused to let him see her discomfort. If she could calm herself enough, her spirit could reenter his, and she could try healing him again. This might be the only chance she got before he…What would he do to her?

She didn’t sense anything evil, vile, or malicious. Murder wasn’t present in his aura. The only thing she perceived was arousal. Typical male. Perhaps she could use that to her advantage.

There were three occasions when a person’s spirit was the most vulnerable: during sleep, during illness, and during sex—so she’d been told.

“You’ve invaded our peaceful village and took our people against their will. Forgive me for not believing you.” Her words were angrier than she wanted them to be. What happened to her shamanic training?

“Seems we have a lot in common, you and I.”

“We have nothing in common, barbarian.”

“Did you not invade my body against my will?”

“To heal your spirit.”

“So you say, savage.”

Would he stop calling her that? She was not a fierce, violent person. She was tranquil and at peace with the universe, dammit.

Well, at least she strove for peace.

“However,” he continued, “you needn’t concern yourself. My spirit requires no healing.”

“So say you. But our spirits have met, and yours told me it hid a deep wound. Let me back in. Let me into your body to heal you.”

His smirk surprised her. What could he possibly find so humorous?

“If anyone enters another’s body, it will be me.” His warm lips pressed against hers. As if to prove his point, his tongue coaxed hers to open for him.

She’d been kissed before, but not from a man so dangerous and commanding, or so good at it.

Well, she wasn’t about to waste the opportunity to do what she came here for, especially since nothing in his aura indicated malicious intent. His spirit simply sought to demonstrate his male dominance in a kiss. Nothing more. Ha. He’d learn who the dominant one was when she connected with his spirit again.

She opened her mouth and kissed him back. His pause indicated surprise. He’d obviously expected her to resist. When she didn’t let up, his jaw relaxed and his kiss deepened. She couldn’t deny the freedom her soul felt.

But she’d come to heal his heart, and as much as she would like to give in to the pleasure she was receiving, she needed to heal him first.

Again retreating to that tranquil place in her mind, her spirit gathered energy and flowed from her body into his. Her spirit didn’t get further than the impenetrable stone wall before it was thrown from his body again.

His lips were off hers, the weight of his body disappeared. The influx of warm night air came as a relief.

“Savage,” he boomed. “Stay out of my body.”

“If you enter my body, barbarian, rest assured I will enter yours.”

Click to read Chapter One from FEARLESS!

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~K.M. Fawcett

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The Mistletoe Madness Giveaway Winner is

A huge thank you to everyone who stopping by Attacking the Page and left comments during this past weeks Mistletoe Madness Blog Hop.  It was great fun reading about everyone’s favorite movies and traditions. The winner of a signed copy of She Can Run by ATP’s own Melinda Leigh as well as a collection of fun swag from our other books is Renee Bennett. Congratulations! We hope you’ll enjoy all of your goodies.

Click here for information about the winner of the Color Nook.

Thank you again everyone.

Safe and Happy Holidays!

~Rayna

It’s Just Not Christmas Without….

Everyone has their traditions, a collection of little things that make the holiday season perfect.  For me, it’s just not Christmas without a movie marathon. On Christmas day, while we’re opening presents and cooking dinner I’ll have my dvd player working overtime. Here’s are a few of the movies that will be entertaining me this year, in no particular order.

White Christmas – I love Bing Crosby, Danny Kaye, and Rosemary Clooney.  When I was younger I’d watch this movie over and over and sing along, but then I do that with every musical that I like.  I just love the soundtrack to this movie, it makes me happy.

 

Home Alone 1 & 2 – I just love these two movies. I think I’m partial to the second movie, Lost in New York.  The beat down that little Kevin gives the two imbecile villains in this one is a riot.

 

Scrooge – There are many versions of this story but I’m partial to the musical version starring Albert Finney. Yes, I sing along with this one too, folks.  Father Christmas, Father Christmas …

Muppet Christmas Carol – Who doesn’t love a movie full of muppets, music, and comedy? “Light the lamp, not the rat.” – Rizzo the Rat

 

Scrooged – Bill Murray, Bobcat Golthwaite, and the terrifically funny Carol Kane. It’s such a fun, modern day version of the story.

Last, but certainly not least

Mickey’s Christmas Carol (Anyone sensing a pattern? LOL!) – I just love the A Christmas Carol story in all of it’s variations. Because I’m a rabid Disney fan, this had to be on my list of to watch movies as well. Scrooge McDuck is the perfect Ebeneezer Scrooge. Plus this is always played in conjunction with one of my favorite Goofy cartoon where he’s learning to ski.

So, what’s on your It’s Just Not Christmas Without… list?

Respond to the above question for a chance to win a signed copy of She Can Run by our own Melinda Leigh plus swag from my release The Demon He Knows and our joint release Amazon Heat (coming Jan. 9th).

Contest is open to U.S. residents only and closes at midnight on Dec 23rd.
Attacking the Page is just one of many stops on the Mistletoe Madness blog Hop. All of the sites in this hop will be running contests between Dec 16 – 23.  One participant will win a Color Nook loaded with a library of eBooks. Click here for details on how to enter the drawing for the Nook as well as to view the list of other participating blogs.

Get in on the Action! Exciting Excerpts from Robin Perini & Melinda Leigh

Attacking the Page is part of Montlake debut authors Robin Perini & Melinda Leigh’s Grand Slam Joint Blog Tour Giveaway!

To celebrate the release of our debut books from Montlake Romance, IN HER SIGHTS and SHE CAN RUN, Robin and I are blogging together and giving away a Kindle to a lucky commenter on one of these four blogs. One entry per blog permitted. Comment on all four blogs to be entered four times. There will be free books, too!  In fact, we’re giving away 2 copies each of IN HER SIGHTS and SHE CAN RUN today.
 
November 27 –  Romance Bandits
November 28 –  Attacking the Page
November 29 – Get Lost in a Story
December 8 – Caridad.com
 
Contest ends midnight (EST), December 9th.  The Kindle winner will be announced on the four blogs and on Melinda and Robin’s websites on or around December 10th.Must be 18 years of age or older to enter. Contest open to US residents only. Entrants using multiple accounts will be ineligible.
 

And now for the action!

IN HER SIGHTS by Robin perini

The trigger felt right.

The sight was zeroed in, the balance perfect. The Remington 700/40 fit her body and her mind like an old friend she could trust, and Jasmine “Jazz” Parker didn’t trust easily. But she and this rifle were connected in a way a lover, friend, or family could never be. The Remington would never let her down.

The only hitch—she didn’t have an ideal shot at the kidnapper. Not yet, anyway.

Sweat beaded her brow in the Colorado midmorning sun. Without taking her gaze from her target, she wiped away the perspiration. Every second counted, and she had to stay ready. Negotiations had fallen apart hours ago and the ending seemed inevitable. To save the governor’s daughter, Jazz would excise the five-year-old girl’s captor.

Jazz shifted, relieving the pressure against her knees, the stiffness in her hips, but the rifle remained steady. She centered her sight on the small break in the window.

Having focused through the high-powered Leupold scope for hours, she waited for an opportunity for the scumbag’s blond head to move into range. They all made a mistake sooner or later. His face or the back of his head, she didn’t care, but she needed a clear shot through to the medulla oblongata. The kill had to be clean; the man had to crumple with no time to think and no reflex to pull the trigger.

“Blue Four, have you acquired the target?”

The question came through her earpiece loud and clear, but she spoke quietly into the microphone. “Negative.”

“Blue Two, what is target’s position?”

“Zone Two, pacing. He’s carrying the girl, a gun at her head, a Bowie on the southeast corner table. He’s nervous, unpredictable.”

Jazz could trust Gabe Montgomery’s assessment of the situation. He, unlike his brother, Luke, she could count on. And what was Luke doing in her head anyway? Now was not the time to be thinking about the one guy she should never have let near her.

“Blue Two to Blue Leader.” Gabe’s voice filtered through the communications system. “He’s on the move again. Going toward Zone One. I repeat. He’s headed to Zone One.”

Jazz’s body froze in readiness. He was coming her way. If Blue Leader ordered the guys to rush the house, she had to be on her game. She would protect them. She wouldn’t fail.

The blinds fluttered. Jazz forced her breathing into a comfortable, familiar pattern. “Blue Leader, this is Blue Four. I see movement.”

A blond head peered out, face straight on front, the area between nose and teeth in clear view.

“Target acquired. It’s a good shot.”

“Can you see the girl?”

“He’s got a gun to her head.”

Only a second passed before the expected order came through.

“Take the shot, Blue Four.”

“Ten-Four, Blue Leader.”

Slowly, deliberately, Jazz exhaled and, between heartbeats, squeezed the trigger.

***

Award-winning author Robin Perini’s love of heart-stopping suspense and poignant romance, coupled with her adoration of high tech weaponry and covert ops, encouraged her secret inner commando to take on the challenge of writing romantic suspense novels.  Her mission’s motto: “when danger and romance collide, no heart is safe.”

As a writer, Robin is devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high stakes adventures with a love story sure to melt their hearts. Robin’s strong characters and tightly woven plots have garnered her seven prestigious Romance Writers of America Golden Heart® finals, and Golden Heart Winner in 2011. Stolen Lullaby, will be published by Harlequin Intrigue® in May, 2012 as Finding Her Son. Her other 2011 Golden Heart® Finalist, In Her Sights, will be published by Amazon’s Montlake Romance November 29, 2011.

By day, she works for an advanced technology corporation, and in her spare time, you might find her giving one of her many nationally acclaimed writing workshops or find her training in competitive small-bore rifle silhouette shooting.  She’s a voracious reader and a die-hard fan of the T.V. series, BONES.

Robin loves to interact with readers.  You can catch interact with her via AmazonFacebook, Goodreads, Google+ or Twitter.  For more information on Robin Perini and her books, see her website, RobinPerini.com

SHE CAN RUN by Melinda Leigh

Beth’s hand trembled. Her knuckles hovered an inch from the recessed oak panel. The office door was closed, which meant Richard didn’t want to be disturbed. She glanced at the box in her hand, delivered by messenger just moments before. It must be important. Would Richard be angry if she interrupted him? Or angrier if she didn’t? Her stomach clenched. He’d be angry no matter what she did.

With a hitched breath, she rapped lightly. The latch hadn’t caught properly and the door swung open. Beth froze, paralyzed by the scene before her.

Confusion shifted into comprehension, and fear turned her insides to ice water.

Could she slip out before he noticed her? She eased backward, but Richard sensed her presence. He turned and stared. Their gazes locked for a few seconds, his feral, hers panicked. The lion and the gazelle.

Then he grabbed the crystal letter opener on his desk and lunged.

Beth ran.

She couldn’t leave the house. Her children were upstairs. She needed a weapon. Her eyes locked on the kitchen doorway ten feet away.

His Italian loafers scraped the wood floor of the hall behind her as he fought for traction. The rubber soles of her sneakers fared better. She almost outran him. Almost.

At the threshold, he caught her in a flying tackle. She flung her hands out. Pain shot through her wrists and palms as she braced her fall before her face slammed into the tile.

After all this time wondering if he’d eventually kill her, there was now no more doubt. If she didn’t get away, she was dead.

Panting, on all fours, he pulled on her legs. She donkey-kicked backwards, catching him on the side of the face. He grunted. His grip loosened, and she belly-crawled forward a few inches before his hand closed around her calf.

She raised her chin and eyed the knife drawer, an impossible ten feet away on the other side of the room. In a frantic visual sweep, her peripheral vision caught the cordless flashlight plugged into the outlet on her left.

She kicked at his fingers. They jerked open. Pulling a knee under her body, she pushed forward and yanked the flashlight from the wall. Richard crawled closer and slashed at her middle. Her skin registered a flash of agony, then went numb.

Without losing momentum, she turned over and swung the flashlight in an arc toward his head. Metal clanged against bone.

His eyes widened in shock before his body went limp.

Shaking, Beth scrambled out from under his torso. Blood seeped through her silk blouse.

Lungs heaving, she rooted through the odds-and-ends drawer and pulled out a roll of duct tape. She rolled him to his side, forced his wrists behind his back, and taped them together. As an extra precaution, she secured his hands to a heavy table leg, then bound his ankles. She slapped a final piece of tape across his mouth. Richard wasn’t going anywhere until the cook arrived in the morning.

Adrenaline and nausea coursed through Beth as she glanced at the clock. She had exactly ten hours to vanish.

***

More than a decade ago, Melinda Leigh left a career in banking to raise her children and never looked back.  She started writing when her youngest child entered first grade as a way to preserve her sanity. Melinda holds a 2nd degree belt in Kenpo Karate, studies Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and teaches women’s self-defense. She lives in a messy house in the suburbs with her husband, two teenagers, a couple of dogs and one neurotic cat with an inexplicable fear of ceiling fans.  With such a pleasant life, she has no explanation for the sometimes dark and disturbing nature of her imagination.

Melinda is a member of Liberty States Fiction Writers, Romance Writers of America, Kiss of Death, and International Thriller Writers.  Readers can connect with her on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.  Find out more about Melinda at her website, MelindaLeighAuthor.com.

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