WATCHING HER, Book 3 of the Keep Me Series, is live on Amazon and FREE to read with Kindle Unlimited! **It can be read as a standalone if you are new to the series.
~Romantic Suspense Fiction with Erotic and Thriller elements~ *Official blurb subject to change*
Avery Mason had it all: the nice house, the fancy clothes, the expensive cars and the perfect husband. On the outside looking in, her life appears to be perfect. But inside, Avery knows her life is far from perfection as her husband’s carefully constructed façade slowly starts to crumble.
Forced to fake a happy marriage while enduring physical and mental abuse from the man who had once been her whole world is taking its toll. And ever so slowly, Avery finds herself slipping into an existence where she is gradually becoming a shell of her former self.
When Dr. Max Harrison transfers from Chicago to North Carolina, his world is flipped upside down the moment he sees Avery. With one glimpse into her blue-gray eyes, he can see the pain she is so desperately hiding from the rest of the world. As Avery attempts to push him away, he becomes convinced that there is more to her than meets the eye. And when he finally uncovers her darkest secret, the pieces of the puzzle slowly start to click into place.
Max and Avery want to be together, but nothing in life is ever that simple. It’s not going to be easy to get her away from the powerful Mason family, but Max will risk everything to protect her. His only concern is Saving Avery.
***This book is intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY, and NOT intended for people with any triggers.***
I wanted to update everyone on my next novel, Saving Avery. The book is coming along very well — better than expected actually. I am planning on a March or April release as of right now. I will be asking for beta readers and then sending out ARCs to readers and blogs very soon, so keep an eye out if you are interested.
Saving Avery is now on Goodreads! Please add it to your ‘want to read’ shelf and show your support:
Also, Author Lane Hart has Saving Avery on her “Five Books I Can’t Wait to Read in 2015” list. Quote from the post: “From the author of Vampire Next Door, one of my favorite vampire romances, comes this erotic thriller in early 2015. I’m even more excited about this one because it take place in my home state of North Carolina!”
You can find out more about Author Lane Hart on Twitter: @WritingfromHart and on her website.
GEORGE EDWARDS TREKKED through the snow-covered woods. It was the morning of the first day of deer season — one of his favorite times of the year. The sun was starting to rise over the mountain he was climbing, cascading sporadic rays through the leaves of the tall trees. At seventy-three years old, he felt as fit as a fiddle and looked forward to the hike ahead of him.
The thin layer of snow over fallen branches and leaves on the forest floor crunched under his feet as he walked. The air was cold and made evident by the small puffs of white air billowing from his lips. His old, trusty Remington was slung over his right shoulder, and a small backpack, which contained the lunch his wife had packed that morning, was slung over his left.
Halfway up the mountain he paused by a group of trees to take a rest. Placing his weathered hand against the bark, he caught his breath and grumbled. He hated getting old.
Reaching into the backpack, he produced a thermos of coffee and took a few sips. The hot liquid warmed his throat as he drank. After one last swig, he replaced the thermos and continued on his journey. The tree stand, which he and his father had built when he was a boy, stood only a few yards away. He stared at the old structure, and it brought back memories instantly. His childhood seemed like just yesterday, but he had not been a young boy for quite a while.
As he took another step forward, his foot hooked on something on the ground, and he tripped. The gun and backpack went flying as he landed on the soft, snow-covered ground. He cursed, and it echoed through the quiet woods.
Slowly, he stood and glanced back at what he had stumbled over. There was a large lump on the ground. He gave his eyes a moment to adjust, as they weren’t as reliable as they used to be. He squinted in the breaking daylight and cautiously moved towards the object to get a better look.
At first, he thought maybe it was a fallen deer. He kneeled down and nudged the object that he had tripped on. It rolled over, revealing the face of a woman.
“Jesus H. Christ!” George yelled, stumbling back. He quickly fished his cell phone out of his pocket and walked around the area until he could get a good signal. His hands shook as he dialed 9-1-1.
While the phone rang, George stared down at the girl. She was badly beaten and covered in blood. Her clothes were soiled and dirty, and she had blended in perfectly with the surroundings of the forest floor. She wasn’t covered from last night’s snowfall, so he knew she couldn’t have been there for more than a few hours.
“Hello? Hello? Is anybody there?” the operator called.
George put the phone to his ear so he could hear the man more clearly. “Yes. My name is George Edwards. I’m up here on Blue Crest Mountain, about two miles from Route 220. I found a girl in the woods. She’s in bad shape. She’s covered in blood.” He swallowed hard at the lump forming in his throat.
“Can you tell if she’s breathing, sir?”
George looked down at the girl. She looked dead, but perhaps she had some life in her. His worn knees creaked as he knelt down beside the woman. Leaning in close to her, he stared at her mouth. A weak puff of white air escaped her lips. “She’s breathing! She’s alive!” George cried, relieved.
“Sir, I need you to cover her and try to keep her warm. Do not move her. The ambulance is on its way.”
George stood and stripped off his outer jacket. He was thankful that his wife had nagged him that morning until he had put on the extra layer. He carefully draped the coat over her. “Hang on, honey,” he whispered to her, reassuringly. “You’re going to be all right.”
CHAPTER 2
JACK WALKER STROLLED through the hospital. It was late at night, and he had finished all of his rounds except one. He stopped at the nurses’ station and leaned over the counter. A young nurse with blonde hair looked up at him through her long lashes. “Dr. Walker, how are you this evening?”
“Good. How is our Jane Doe doing?”
“No change,” she said, handing him the manila folder that contained Jane’s chart.
“No visitors?”
The nurse checked her notes and then shook her head.
Jack frowned. “All right.” He walked down to the end of the hall and into the last room on the left. Jane Doe was resting peacefully in her bed like she had been day in and day out for the past few weeks.
Jack sat down in a leather recliner in the corner of the room. The rhythmic beeping of the monitoring machines was hypnotic, and he crushed the heels of his hands into his tired eyes. He was exhausted. The day had been busy and long with surgery after surgery in the operating room.
Yawning, he flipped through the folder and glanced over the nurses’ notes. “Well, Ms. Doe, no changes today,” he commented. He glanced up at the girl lying serenely in the bed. She had been in the hospital for almost a month, and every night Jack found himself coming to her room before heading home. It seemed that in some way she gave him peace at the end of a long and tiring day.
He stood and walked to the side of the bed. The girl had been found in the woods and beaten within an inch of her life. When she arrived at the hospital, she was broken and barely alive. Jack had put her back together and saved her life. It was touch and go in the operating room, but no matter how many times her body tried to quit, Jack wouldn’t let her give up.
He noted the fresh bandage around her head. He closed his eyes and shuddered at the memory of her cracked skull the morning she had been rushed into the hospital. Someone had wanted her dead, and yet she was alive and still fighting a good fight.
“You were in a medically-induced coma for three weeks,” he said as he retrieved a penlight out of his coat pocket. He shone the light into her eyes, one at a time. Her irises were a hauntingly beautiful light green. The pupils sluggishly dilated from the light. Frowning, he said, “Now you are off the meds, and we need you to wake up so we can find out who you are and who tried to hurt you.”
Jack found himself tremendously curious to find out who she was, and he wasn’t the only one. The police detectives investigating the case wanted information, and they kept in regular contact with the hospital. They wanted to talk to Jane Doe and get a lead on who had left her for dead.
“Your face has been all over the news.” Even with the bandages and bruises, Jane Doe was beautiful. She was young and thin with long brown hair, porcelain skin and full lips. He had no doubt someone would recognize her even from the composite sketches. “I don’t know why anyone hasn’t come for you yet,” he said quietly. He reached out and squeezed her hand gently, something he always did before leaving her room for the night. “I know you are a fighter, Jane, so fight.”
There was no response from Jane Doe, as there never was. Sighing, he stepped away and moved his head around in a circle. His neck cracked several times from the manipulation. He groaned, hating the sound. “Well, I’m heading home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Jack left the room and returned the chart at the nurses’ desk, smiling at the blonde as she took the folder back. “Goodnight, Dr. Walker,” she said.
“Goodnight,” he said as he walked down the hall.
He stood in front of the double elevators and pushed the down button. A few seconds later, he heard a ping, and the doors on the right opened up. As he rode the elevator down, his thoughts strayed to Jane Doe. Eventually someone would come for her. Perhaps her mother or father — or perhaps a boyfriend or husband. He scowled. The thought of her being married upset him even though he knew deep down he shouldn’t feel like that. Jane was his patient and would never be anything more than that. Even though he would be extremely disappointed if she were married, he would also be glad to see her happy and provided for.
Jack shook his head, clearing his thoughts as the elevator doors opened on the lobby level. He exited the hospital and walked to his car, which was near the back of the parking lot.
The drive home was short. He had chosen a house in the center of town because of its location being so close to the hospital. He lived for his work, and sometimes he begrudgingly thought he would be married to it for the rest of his life.
The house was empty as he entered. He often thought of getting a dog that would greet him when he came home, but the thought of the responsibility scared him. In reality, he worked too many hours to take care of a houseplant let alone an animal, and he had at least two dead plants in the house to prove that theory.
Jack threw his coat on the back of a chair in the kitchen and walked into the living room. Plopping down on the couch, he flicked on the TV with the remote. The ten o’clock news appeared on the screen.
After a few random stories of crimes, the newswoman began a story about authorities searching for the person or persons wanted for the attempted murder of the woman in the woods. “Jane Doe,” he whispered. She was commonly referred to as the woman in the woods.
A composite sketch appeared in the top right corner of the screen. Her haunting green eyes stared back at him. The composite artist had gotten the color exactly right. Jack leaned up, putting his elbows on his knees and resting his chin against his hands. He found himself glued to the TV. “There has to be somebody out there that loves you, Jane,” he whispered. “And I hope they find you.”
* * *
Sebastian Alexander sat on the bed in the hotel room. The big screen television provided some background noise as he stared down at the map sprawled out in front of him. He took a red marker and began to X out the towns he had already searched the week prior. There seemed to be hundreds of Xs on the map.
For weeks he had been searching for her. He had stayed in countless hotel rooms, spanning out twenty miles at a time trying to find some sliver of evidence that she was alive. She had disappeared out of the blue from his life a month ago, and he couldn’t believe he hadn’t found her yet. Someone had taken her from him. That is what his intuition told him, and his intuition was never wrong. There wasn’t a second of the day that went by when he didn’t think of her, when he didn’t look for her. Moreover, he vowed he would never stop looking for her even if it took an eternity. Time was something he had a lot of, but she didn’t. The clock was ticking, and he didn’t know when the clock would stop running.
He stared at one large black circle that intersected multiple other black circles. His finger lingered over the town he was presently in — Bedford Valley. It had been a century or more since he had passed through the town. Coincidentally, he was staying in the same hotel as he had on his visit those many years ago. Something had drawn him there once again, and he always trusted his instincts.
Sebastian stood and walked out of the French doors onto the balcony. A cold wind swept around him as he stared out over the resort grounds. “Where are you?” he asked the night air, his voice pleading for an answer.
“Authorities are searching for the person or persons wanted for the attempted murder of the woman in the woods.”
Sebastian quickly walked back into the room, his eyes resting upon the TV as the newswoman spoke. A drawing of a woman’s face appeared on the screen. He knew it was her instantly. His fingertips skimmed over her face on the television. Her green eyes stared back at him. “You’re here,” he breathed. His entire body trembled. He had finally found her.
CHAPTER 3
THE HOSPITAL FLOOR was quiet at ten p.m. The incessant hissing of breathing machines and beeping of monitors filled the air as he made his way through the halls. The smell of her blood was leading him right to her.
The nurses’ station on the right was occupied by one nurse, an older woman with salt and pepper hair. She looked up as he approached. “Sir, visiting hours were over at eight o’clock.”
Sebastian sighed. He only liked to compel humans when absolutely necessary, but he knew she would alert security if he ignored her. Calmly, he leaned over the desk and stared into her brown eyes. “I need the chart on the woman everyone is calling Jane Doe.”
The nurse nodded slowly as her pupils dilated rapidly. She reached into a file cabinet and produced a folder.
Sebastian flipped through the folder, and his eyes scanned the pages of her chart. “Multiple surgeries. Coma,” he whispered, his throat tightening around the lump that was forming. He looked down at the nurse. “She hasn’t been awake since she arrived?”
The woman shook her head.
He returned the folder to her. “You are going to go back to your work and not even remember seeing me or talking to me,” he commanded. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she said as she sat down and continued with her task.
Sebastian walked from the desk and to the end of the hall. At the doorway, the smell of her blood overwhelmed him. The taste of it still lingered in his mind. He closed his eyes and attempted to suppress his hunger. However, his hunger was quickly extinguished as he entered the room and his emotions took over at the sight of her — battered and bruised, covered in bandages. She slept soundly, unmoving, breathing evenly. Sleeping Beauty came to his mind.
A gasp escaped his lips as he stood over her. “What happened to you?” he asked aloud. He had expected to find her hurt, but not in this condition. He would have never dreamt of her being in so much pain. A single tear escaped his eye and cascaded down his cheek. Carefully, he grasped her hand and raised it to touch his lips. He tenderly kissed her fingertips. “I thought I had lost you forever,” he whispered, anguished.
Someone had taken her away from him and had tried to kill her. And if he ever found the person who hurt her, his or her fate would be a lot worse than lying in a hospital bed. Sebastian closed his eyes and took deep breaths to prevent his anger from overflowing out of every pore in his body. “I will find and kill whoever did this to you,” he promised, looking down at her.
He stood unmoving for a few minutes listening to her lungs expanding and contracting as she breathed, the blood moving through her veins and her heart beating. She was alive, and that was all that mattered at that moment. He would take care of everything else later.
Realizing she may never regain consciousness again without his help, he bit into his index finger with a sharp fang and placed the wound over her parted lips. “Just a few drops,” he whispered. “It will heal you, but not too quickly so that it will look suspicious.” He watched as a few drops of his precious blood dropped underneath her tongue.
Then Sebastian withdrew his finger and watched the bite mark heal instantaneously. He leaned over the bed and kissed her sweet lips. “I will come for you when I know it’s safe.” He stood back, not wanting to leave, but knowing that staying could bring her even more harm. “I love you. Now and forever,” he said before turning from her and leaving the room.
* * *
After finishing his rounds for the night, Jack went to the nurses’ station. “Anything new with Jane Doe?” he asked, expectantly.
The nurse frowned. “No, I’m afraid not, Dr. Walker.” She gave him Jane’s chart.
His face matched her expression as he flipped through the folder. “Figured as much,” he muttered, disappointment lacing his voice. He caught a glimpse of a man walking past him. The man was tall with jet-black hair that fell into his intense blue eyes that glanced at Jack for a brief second as he passed by. He was dressed all in black and clearly not a hospital employee. “Who is that?” he asked the nurse.
The nurse glanced up at the man. “I have no idea. Visiting hours were over at eight.”
“You didn’t see him come in?”
Her brow creased, and she said, “No.”
Jack watched the man standing in front of the elevators. As the door opened, the stranger glanced back at them. An eerie feeling came over Jack. He had a gut feeling that the man had something to do with Jane Doe.
Swiftly, he ran down the hall to her room. As he reached the doorway, a feeling of relief swept over him as he saw she was safe. He glanced around the room seeing if anything was moved, but everything looked the same as it had the night before. Perhaps the man had been lost or visiting a different patient.
His day had been long and strenuous, and so he planned to cut his visit with Jane shorter than usual. He was anxious to get home and climb into bed. He had an early morning once again, and his body was demanding sleep.
Jack opened the folder and glanced over her chart. No changes once again. He sighed and walked to her bedside. Gently, he grasped her hand and squeezed it. “You need to wake up, so we can find your family,” he whispered.
Just as he started to pull his hand away, he felt her fingers move. He blinked and stared down at her. Could it have been his imagination? He was exhausted, and his mind had been known to play tricks on him after a long day.
He waited for another reaction with bated breath. Nothing happened. Then he said, “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.”
Her fingers twitched. Then they moved, attempting to squeeze his hand. He gasped. That was the first reaction he had gotten out of her in a month. He knew deep down in his heart that she was trying to wake up.
Quickly, he set the chart down and grabbed the penlight out of his pocket. He raised her right eyelid and shone the light into her eye. The pupil dilated normally.
Jack pushed the call nurse button on the bedrail. Within a few seconds, the nurse’s voice came over the speaker. “Can I help you?”
“This is Dr. Walker. Our Jane Doe is coming back to us,” he said with a big smile on his face.
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If you are an indie author, social media is definitely a tool you are going to want to utilize. In this blog post, we’re going to discuss Facebook.
You are going to link your Facebook page to your personal account. Now, if you write under a pen name, you might want to consider making an entirely new personal account. You personal account will come into play when exchanging likes with fellow authors. I will discuss more about that later on this blog post.
It is very easy to switch between your personal account and your page(s). There is a drop-down menu (arrow) in the top right corner of your Facebook. The heading will read “Use Facebook as:”, and you will choose your page. To switch back, go to the menu again and select your personal account.
So now that you have your Facebook page set up, you are going to need some likes. A lot of people do not realize this, but if a page likes your page — it does not count! Only personal Facebook accounts will count as a like. So if you are exchanging likes with a fellow author, please make sure you are both liking from your personal accounts and not from your pages. You don’t want to get shorted, and you don’t want to short your fellow authors.
You need to get more than 30 likes before you can see your page insights. Your page insights let you see a lot of information such as likes, unlikes, how many people are viewing your posts, demographic info, page visits and much more. It’s very useful to see what time most of your followers are on Facebook, so that your posts can reach the maximum audience.
Now, how do you get likes? Getting likes can be a painstaking task, and it takes time unless you have a big following already. There are many ways that you can get likes, but most of them involve exchanging likes. Exchanging likes means exactly what it implies — I will like your page if you like mine. This is a great way to help out your fellow authors and get yourself some page likes at the same time.
There are some groups on Facebook you can join where you post your Facebook page link and exchange likes with fellow group members. Here are two groups:
You must join the group before you can post your Facebook page. Like with any group, read the rules before posting. The rules will be over on the right-hand side of the group under the banner.
There is another group that indie authors should be utilizing, and that is a retweet group. If you ever see indie authors posting a lot of RTs (retweets) on Twitter in one day, that is because they have probably joined one of these groups. The idea of the group is simple — You retweet (RT) another author, and they RT you. Everybody wins by helping each other out.
A way to find RT groups on Facebook is by utilizing the search. Type in RT, author, indie author, retweet group or any other combination of words. Usually when you join one group, more group suggestions will pop up. I will share one group that is great for indie authors who want to RT: https://www.facebook.com/groups/181934298640498/ As I said above, please read the rules before posting in the group.
The last tip I am going to share when it comes to Facebook is using other pages for your own promotion. Did you know you can post a link to your book once a week on Amazon Kindle’s Facebook page that reaches millions of people?
If you go to the page https://www.facebook.com/kindle, you will see (near the top right) a section that says “Recent Posts by Others on Amazon Kindle”. You will see the same thing (Recent Posts by Others) on other pages. Go to the left of the page where you can post and say something about your book and include the link. When you refresh the page, your post will show up under the “Recent Posts by Others” on the right.
Most pages encourage promotion, but do not go overboard. Once a week or once every two weeks is a safe bet that you won’t get banned from the page.
Do not post on fellow authors’ pages unless you are given permission. Would you want someone posting their book info on your page? I didn’t think so. 😉
Whatever book your category is in, search for a particular page in the Facebook search. If you write paranormal, search for pages that promote paranormal books. Paranormal Reads is an awesome Facebook page that even has an author day once a week that encourages authors to share all of their info and links for their 20,000+ audience. You can find them here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Paranormal-Reads/210602165622398
If your book is not paranormal, find another page that can help you. There are pages for Amazon Kindle, Kindle Fire, Nook and many more that you could post on to promote your book. Tip: If you see other authors posting in the “Recent Posts by Others”, you can post there too.
There are two Amazon Affiliate Facebook pages that promote authors/indie authors when the author/reader submits a form. These pages have 30,000+ and 80,000+ likes. That’s a lot of potential buyers for your book! Read the rules on the page before submitting the form. It’s very simple. If you need help, contact the page for more info. I’m sure they would be happy to help!
I just wanted to give you all an update on what I have been working on. I’m very excited to say that I am writing a new adult romance novel. New adult romance is a relatively new genre that I would characterize as being like a young adult book with a more adult (and sexy) theme! The characters are usually college age, and the setting can even be in a college.
I don’t want to give too much away, but I will give you a little hint of what you can expect from my next book. The main characters are Chase and Ella. Ella is a complicated girl with a troubled past. Chase is a tattooed bad boy millionaire. I know I’ve got your attention now! 😉
The story will center around Chase and Ella’s relationship/friendship along with several other characters. There were will be a lot of R-rated scenes (of course!), but I don’t want there to be sex on every page. I am really focusing on the characters and the complexity of their relationship and history together.
There is no title as of yet. I am kicking around two working titles right now, but I am not sure which one to choose. I’ll probably decide when I have the cover design in front of me with the title on it.
Well, those are the only details I can give you right now, but please stay tuned for more information about this upcoming book and many more to follow.
Vampire Next Door‘s cover was reVAMPed! 😉 I now have a great cover thanks to Cheryl Ramirez over at www.ccrbookcoverdesign.com.
The Kindle edition should be updated today. The paperback version on Amazon will feature the new cover in about a week or so. Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, Kobo, iBooks and everywhere else will follow suit soon enough.
Let me know what you think of the new cover in the comments.
I recently published my first novel, “Vampire Next Door”, on August 29th, 2013. On that day, I remember having such a surreal feeling. My lifelong dream had been to publish a book. And I had just done it.
My passion for writing came at an early age. I can remember writing songs and poetry when I was in second and third grade. I remember writing entire plays by fifth grade. I started my first novel when I was fifteen. That novel is still a work in progress, and I believe it will be my masterpiece, so to speak. And, of course, it is about vampires. My obsession with vampires started in the year 1994. Interview with a Vampire and “The Last Vampire” series by Christopher Pike were at the top of my list of things to obsess about. The more I watched and the more I read, the more I wanted to write about vampires.
“Vampire Next Door” was initially two separate stories. The first story was about a battered woman who was married to a rich, powerful and evil man. There was a vampire living next door who was in love with this woman and saved her life after her husband had gone too far. The woman reminded him of a long lost love from his past. It was really a fairytale kind of story. At the same time I was developing that story, I had another story in my head. The other one was about a woman who had amnesia. While trying to adjust to a new life without a past, she fell in love with her doctor, who had an evil twin brother. Now, the plots for these books were not complete in any sense. I honestly would have never finished each one individually. They were missing something…a lot actually, and I was too busy working on several other books to pay them any mind. They were just ideas. And that was that.
I often hear from authors about their characters speaking to them, almost as if they’re begging for their story to be told. Well, Sebastian wouldn’t get out of my head. I thought about him. I dreamed about him. He was everywhere. One day while I was looking through my many, many, many (did I say many?) documents with all my stories on my computer, something just clicked. Combine the two stories that were going nowhere and come up with a brand new story. And so Sebastian Alexander became the main character for “Vampire Next Door”, and he became my obsession for the few months while I wrote the book. Sebastian had finally found his home in “Vampire Next Door”.
My method of writing is not methodical, to say the least. I tend to think of my method as a jigsaw puzzle. I get ideas for chapters, and I write them down at a feverish pace while the idea is still in my head. Now, I could be working on the beginning, the middle or the end at any given time. And, hell, I work on several different books at the same time as well. How all of those chapters come together at the end into one big story is a mystery. I like to think I have the entire story in my head and that I planned the whole thing from the beginning, but I don’t know if I honestly believe that sometimes. But I also give a lot of credit to my “jigsaw puzzle” method, because I think that’s how my stories get so much action. I’m writing each chapter individually and giving it everything I have, and it makes for a great story in the end!
The characters were easy to come up with. I never have a hard time with the characters actually, and I usually create them before I even come up with a good plot. Sebastian Alexander is based on real-life actor Colin Egglesfield.
Colin Egglesfield
And the ladies out there can see why I didn’t mind having that image stuck in my head for months. 😉 Whenever I have a book idea, I create a folder and keep the character’s pictures in it. It helps me when I’m trying to imagine a certain way they would act or look in different situations. I even keep pictures of houses, cars, etc., just to help with bringing the characters, places and things into reality while I write about them.
Although the characters were not hard to come up with, the blurb was. The blurb for “Vampire Next Door” was not a simple task. In fact, I think it was harder than writing the entire book. I made about a hundred drafts of a blurb and edited and edited and edited until I thought it was near perfect. “Vampire Next Door” has such a complicated plot (most of my books do) that it was difficult for me to pinpoint the real drama that would catch the reader’s attention and not give away any spoilers. Here is the blurb:
After being left for dead in the woods, a woman wakes up from a coma. With no memory of her past, she is given the name Jane Doe. While trying to adjust to her new life, tragedy strikes again. However, this time a mysterious and handsome next-door neighbor is there to help her pick up the pieces. But is he really a stranger, or does he hold the key to unlocking her past and finding out who wants her dead?
Not bad, eh? It only took me two days and about a hundred revisions and the advice from a few friends. All that work for just a blurb! I’m thinking for future novels that I’ll write the blurbs first and then the book! 😉
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