Wednesday, June 27, 2018

#Giveaway Chasing Lacey by January Bain

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. January Bain will be awarding $25.00 via Paypal to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Think being a PI is all dull divorce cases? Think again.

Lacey Cameron, private investigator and treasure hunter, takes being headstrong and passionate to a whole new level. It takes exactly one morning in a school teaching young minds for her and her identical twin sister to break the whiteboard pointer in half, throw their keys on the teacher’s desk, and heed the seductive call of wide open spaces and awesome adventures.

William James Thornton III, a renaissance man and warrior poet who defended his country in Iraq and Afghanistan, knows he’s got his hands full trying to get Lacey to see him as more than just a friend. He’s ready to settle down, marry the woman of his dreams, and make his mother a happy grandmother. Hell, he’s got enough treasure in his bank account for two lifetimes.

And then things go from normal craziness to extremely dangerous in a heartbeat as hired killers are sent after Will and Lacey to prevent them from discovering the truth. They stumble on such an unexpected twist to the story that no one in their right mind would believe it or have suspected. If Will can get them out of this mess, he vows to lay all his cards on the table with Lacey. Get her to recognize what they can share as a couple. Passion. Love. And a commitment to blending her wild nature with his own—the perfect spicy blend. Even if it looks like it might just be the death of him.

Read an Excerpt

Then everything changed in a split-second.

The reef hushed. Gone silent.

The brilliantly-hued school of fish abandoned her, skipping town like an old western’s inhabitants during a showdown at high noon, racing for the security of the reef and the bleached bones of the El Infante. Even the sea anemones shut their flower-like structures, closed to business, paled to gray to match the death-like scene.


Lacey’s heart nearly stopped, skipping a full beat and making her chest bone shudder.

A lidless black eye. Unblinking and cold as sin. And with the audacity to materialize right smack dab in front of her face.

Sneaky freakin’ bull shark.

He’d blindsided her. Swimming up silently in the warm waters off the Florida coastline while her attention was diverted elsewhere, digging for treasure. She sucked in a lungful of air, almost biting her mouthpiece in two.

Breath. In and out. Slowly. She didn’t want to die on a beautiful summer day by increasing the air bubbles in her bloodstream. That would be a stupid rookie mistake and she was no rookie.

The opportunist slid past her shoulder, casually wheeling around to look her over. He was playing with her, his head the massive size of the front end of a 55-gallon oil drum. Nine feet long, if he was an inch. The shadow cast leached all the warmth and light from the day.

She looked around frantically for Lily. Spotted her twin fanning the bottom of the white sandy beach, searching for her own treasure. Damn it. Too far away.

She peered at the Spanish galleon. Out of striking range.

She glanced back at the advancing shark now giving an impressive demonstration of his awesome ivories. Each was shaped like an arrowhead, a perfect isosceles triangle, razor sharp, capable of tearing through flesh and bone like a hot knife through butter. Breathe.

He made a second pass. Fast. Too darn fast. A marvel of evolution. Huge yet agile with lightning-quick reflexes. She looked longingly at the surface where the boat bobbed enticingly in the soft blue haze, its white anchor line curving upwards. She’d been caught out in the open. Sneaky and smart. Or maybe just another opportunist hungry for its next meal. Not going to happen, buster.

Okay. Move slowly. Face him. Prepare.

She reached for her spear gun. Where the heck was it? Not that the gun would stop a monster of this size, but it might possibly buy her time to escape. Of course, she’d nixed the communication devices this morning. With the wreck sunk in shallow waters, they’d seemed pointless. Good call, Lacey.

About the Author:
January Bain has wished on every falling star, every blown-out birthday candle, and every coin thrown in a fountain to be a storyteller. To share the tales of high adventure, mysteries, and full blown thrillers she has dreamed of all her life. The story you now have in your hands is the compilation of a lot of things manifesting itself for this special series. Hundreds of hours spent researching the unusual and the mundane have come together to create a series that features strong women who don’t take life too seriously, wild adventures full of twists and unforeseen turns, and hot complicated men who aren’t afraid to take risks. She can only hope the stories of her beloved Brass Ringers will capture your imagination as you follow their exploits as much as they did when she wrote them.

If you are looking for January Bain, you can find her hard at work every morning without fail in her office with two furry babies trying to prove who does a better job of guarding the doorway. And, of course, she’s married to the most romantic man! Who once famously remarked to her inquiry about buying fresh flowers for their home every week, “Give me one good reason why not?” Leaving her speechless and knocking her head against the proverbial wall for being so darn foolish. She loves flowers.

If you wish to connect in the virtual world she is easily found on Facebook, twitter and writes a weekly blog about her journey on Blogger. Oh, and she loves to talk books…

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