HOWDY FOLKS!
It's been FOREVER since I've blogged, and even longer since I've put out a book. For good reason. You see, I had decided I was giving up writing. A funny thing happened...the minute I said I was done, my muse returned and POOF! I have a juicy, full-length book to share with you. For a limited time, the book is on sale for .99 during pre-order. Links to follow. And be sure to stay to the end. Leave a comment and your email and I'll put you in the running for a surprise!
Cover designer Diana Carlile has outdone herself this time! Everything about this cover is perfect. It's sexy, the hero looks like bad boy demon Leo, jingling his change as he verbally spars with our heroine, Olivia. Just try not to get drool on your phone or keyboard.
My gorgeous teasers and the cover reveal artwork were created by Sunshine Reads. You'll see more of them in the future!
Now let's have a peek at this cover!
Twisted Luck by Mia Downing
"When I told him to go to hell, I didn't realize it would be a trip for two."
All I wanted was luck—the good kind. I’d
lost my job, a jerk hacked my bank account, and I caught my best friend
screwing my fiancé. When stood up by my Internet date in a bar, I met the
perfect man—tall, dark, and handsome in the most expensive suit. He was out of
my league, but I didn’t want forever.
I barely remember the words he whispered
under the veil of sin and seduction. I didn’t believe in Satan, God, Heaven or
Hell. I thought he was kidding. A figment. A dream.
I was wrong. With one, breathless yes,
my fate was sealed.
Businessman by day, demon by night, Leo
Weston now owns my soul in exchange for good luck. Time is ticking as he works
to secure my mother’s soul, too. Somehow, I have to take him down despite him
being so damned gorgeous, glib, and devious. Will my gift of twisted luck be
enough to save her and protect my heart?
To be released April 7, 2017.
Pre-order Links:
iTunes: coming soon
PG-13 Excerpt of Twisted Luck (more racier excerpts to come in later posts!)
“What
would you give, Olivia, to have your revenge?” he asked.
“I
don’t want revenge.” But honestly…I’d sell my soul for some good luck.
“What
did you say?”
I
frowned. “I don’t want revenge?”
“No,
the other.”
“I
don’t recall saying that out loud.”
He
leaned closer and practically whispered, “Say it anyway.”
I
licked my lips, unable to tear my gaze from his chocolaty one. “I—” I licked my
lips again. “I’d sell my soul for good luck.”
“Would
you?” He leaned forward on his elbows, interested and eager for my answer.
“Would
you?” I countered, shocked by his words and that I’d even contemplate this to
begin with. People didn’t sell their souls. I didn’t believe in God, Satan, Hell,
or Heaven. When I was little, God hadn’t helped my mother or me when we’d
needed him most. I sure as hell didn’t see any help on this horizon.
“I
already have. Paid the piper, too.” Blatant honesty and sadness quirked in his
slight smile.
Now
I sat a little taller. Had this guy been through hell and back? No way could
someone fake that look, the one of cold despair. I knew it too well. I had seen
it on my mother’s eyes, viewed it in the mirror when I gazed at myself. I had
thought Mr. Perfect hot and out of my league, but this…maybe this soft
admission put him square in my playing field.
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1 comment:
I'm very happy you didn't give up writing.
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