June 26, 2017

Cover Reveal: FIREBIRD by Deborah Leigh

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Title: Firebird (A Survivor Series novel)

Author: Deborah Leigh

Genre: Dark contemporary romance with a HEA

Release Date: January 4, 2017

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 Blurb:

When the worst thing imaginable happens to Mary Dougal, her physical body might have survived but her soul feels like it has died. Now the only thing getting her up every morning is the thought of revenge. Making her attackers pay will be the final act in her life.

Feeling like half a man after a tragic accident, former soldier Cain “Ace” Turner has given up on even the idea of love. He’s focused on building his construction business and trying to leave his painful past behind him. With his family’s support and sometimes unwelcome meddling, he tries to just live one day at a time.

Of course love doesn’t give up that easily, and it just might be the only thing to save them both. When these two meet and get surprised by possibilities, can they prove together that love truly conquers all?

Short Excerpt:

Eventually, just because I’m tired of arguing and my asshole friends got my mother to organize it, I agree to a blind date with a woman named Emma. I arrive exactly on time. I take a couple of deep breaths before knocking on her door. I hate this, but I will make the best of a bad situation.

“Hi, there,” Emma greets me. “Sorry I’m not ready yet. Are you early?”

She invites me in to wait for her, not giving me a chance to answer her before she leaves me alone in the living room. She’s still in her robe, not a promising start. I hope we make our reservation.

The short glimpse I get of her isn’t that great. She’s a platinum blonde with much too fake everything. I prefer more natural-looking women. But I’ll give her a chance. Maybe she’s a real sweet person.

I stand around for a while hoping it will only be a couple of minutes. I eventually give up and sit down. A full half hour later, she walks into the room ready to leave.

Using baseball terminology, that would be strike one.

“I’m surprised that you’re so good looking. Why did your mother have to set you up on a blind date? Are you a weirdo? Where are we going?” she asks, not giving me a chance to reply at all.

This one-sided conversation carries on all the way to the restaurant. I decided to take her to my favorite little Mexican cantina for dinner. The food is incredible and the atmosphere is fun and relaxed. When we get there, I open the car door for her and put my hand on her lower back to lead her into the building.

“Oh my, but you are a gentleman. A little quiet for my liking, but I suppose I can get used to it,” she says.

I can’t help the grin on my face. She hasn’t given me a chance to open my mouth. I can actually feel the headache coming on. I’m mentally cursing my mother for this.

We’re ushered into the restaurant and seated without a wait … a small blessing. I pull out Emma’s chair for her and she giggles. Oh, heaven help me. This is a nightmare.

“Have you been here before? It looks nice. I hope the food is good. I believe you’re in construction? What is that like?” she utters in one breath.

I decide to try and get a word in. “I love seeing things going from nothing to something special, whether it’s a renovation or a new build. It’s exciting and never dull,” I quickly blurt out.

By the look on her face, she’s surprised I said something. I wonder if she ever lets her dates talk.

The server arrives and I order my meal before Emma interrupts me, and then wait for her to place hers. The waiter gives me a pitying look. I wonder how much he overheard. As he leaves to place the order, Emma starts up again.

“I really hope the food is good because it’s a little noisy in here. I can’t hear myself think. I feel like I can’t even have a conversation.”

It takes my best poker face, to stop myself from bursting out in laughter. She hasn’t shut up for more than three seconds since we’ve been here.

That’s definitely strike number two.

The questions continue nonstop as our meals are prepared and eventually served. I have never wished for an emergency call so much in my life. I actually take out my phone before I start eating to check if I missed any calls.

“Didn’t you go to college? Why end up doing such a low level job? Did you ever think about bettering yourself?” she asks.

I grind my teeth so hard I can almost feel them cracking under the pressure. I suppose she wanted a rich guy as a date. I give her a smile and nod, though I’m sure it’s more of a grimace.

Not content with dissing my career and my family, she digs herself in deeper. “At least you’re not in the Army. Those guys just go into the military because they can’t get anything better. I mean, can’t they get real jobs?” she says.

I see red. I’m not even halfway through my meal, but I can’t take it anymore.

“That’s it. Shut up, will you? Those people who you say can’t do any real jobs are the ones who allow you to sleep safely at night. Those men and women go out into dangerous situations to make sure you live in a free country. Every one of them is a better person than you. I’m a veteran, and your opinion is offensive. I can’t bear your ignorance anymore.”

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Author Bio:

Hi, my name is Deborah Leigh and I’m a 40-something stay-at-home mom to a wonderful Angelbaby, Hannah-Rose, who has special needs. Writing is my passion and in any spare time I might have, I read a lot. My dream day is relaxing with my little one with lots of cuddles in my pajamas and writing up a storm in the evening. I love chocolate and coffee and just about anything else delicious and bad for you. I live in South Africa and I sometimes envy places where it snows. Find me on Facebook at https://web.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100008094768065