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Monday, December 16, 2013

Release Day Promo Giveaway & Excerpt - Wrecked by Priscilla West

Do I want to read a book about a hot, angst filled cage fighter with the nickname "The Hammer"....I'm in ; )  Check out Wrecked by Priscilla West. The synopsis sounds as good as this cover looks!  I hope to read Wrecked this week or just stare at the cover all day long.  It's LIVE go one click it.  Check out the release day giveaway and excerpt below.


WRECKED
BY PRISCILLA WEST
Available December 16, 2013
New Adult Contemporary Romance
GENRE: Mature New Adult Romance (18+)
LENGTH: Novel, 350 pgs
RESCUED (WRECKED BOOK TWO: Coming Early 2014)


Synopsis:
A New Adult Romance Novel by USA Today Bestselling Author Priscilla West
Two years ago, Lorrie’s mother was murdered. But that wasn’t the end of it. Reeling from the tragedy, Lorrie’s father spiraled into alcohol, depression, and finally suicide.The two most important people in Lorrie’s life are both gone but she’s still alive.Trying to recover from the tragedy, Lorrie returns to campus, ready to pick up the pieces of her life. All Lorrie wants is to get back to “normal.” Then she meets Hunter. The man, the legend, “The Hammer.”
Hunter is a cage fighter who takes on every fight like he’s got nothing to lose. His life is a tangled mess of girls, booze, and fist fights. And while it may seem like he’s got a devil-may-care attitude, he’s fighting a private cage-match with a monster he can’t defeat. Lorrie knows that Hunter is exactly the type of guy she should stay away from, especially in her fragile state, but Hunter has other ideas. As Hunter and Lorrie grow closer together, will they be able to overcome their pain and heal each other? Or will they both end up wrecked?

About the Author
Priscilla West is the author of the popular Surrender series. Her next release titled: Wrecked will be available on December 16th. She likes to write stories with sassy heroines and strong but flawed heroes. She enjoys: cuddles, men in suits, eskimo kisses, life-sized teddy bears, and eggs over medium. You can find her at priscillawest.com

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GIVEAWAY (1) $50 USD Amazon Gift Card  – International

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Direct links:
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Author’s Website - http://www.priscillawest.com/

EXCERPT:
When I stepped into the living room, my jaw dropped at the sight of him naked.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” I quickly turned away but not before the sight of him was seared

into my memory. Images of carved muscles and exotic tattoos danced across my

mind.

“Wow, that was quick. I thought you’d be in there longer.” I heard him laugh and
the subsequent thud of his drenched sweats being thrown into a corner hamper.
“You can turn around. I’m not naked, ya know. Unless you consider being shirtless
as naked.”

I turned around and noticed he had a white towel around his waist. His torso was
still fully bare though. Tattoos ran along the side of his chest and extended down
his arm. They were mostly a mix of tribal designs but one tattoo stood out for me.
A picture of a large hammer was boldly etched on his upper arm. An unwelcome
desire flittered in my stomach as I imagined running my fingertips over the inked
lines.
I wasn’t opposed to seeing him shirtless at all. Not. At. All.
I forced myself to make eye contact with him, but was surprised to find him not
doing the same. His eyes were wide, and they were roaming down and up my
freshly showered body.

When his eyes finally met mine, his lips curved wickedly. “You clean up well.”
My cheeks flushed. “Thanks,” I replied, slightly uncomfortable. “I feel a lot better
without all that lake gunk on me. I really appreciate the clothes, although they
might be a little big for me.” I gestured to the jeans that were threatening to fall
down my hips.

He looked me over again, dark eyes subtly lingering at certain parts: thighs, chest,
lips. “No, you look good—real good.” His hand gestured to the couch. “Have a
seat. I’ll get you some warm tea and a belt. I can get you back to your place after I
wash up.”
He grabbed my wet clothes from me and set them down on the kitchen counter
while I took a seat on his couch. I thought it’d be a relief to sit down and relax


but I found myself tense and restless, wondering who this guy was and what I’d

gotten myself into by agreeing to come to his place.


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