Em and M Books: Blog Tour & Giveaway - Eight Nights With A Hero with Featured Author Stacy Green

Eight Nights With A Hero

by Dee J. Adams, Chris Almeida & Cecilia Aubrey,
Carolyn Crane, Misty Evans, Adrienne Giordano,
Stacy Green, Katie Reus and Joan Swan

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: December 16, 2014

Cold Nights, Hot Heroes, and Eight Deadly Secrets…

Snuggle up to 8 riveting Romantic Suspense stories involving 8 Hot Heroes from all walks of life who will do anything to protect those they love.

PLEASE NOTE: This box set will be available only through January 31, 2015!

Dee J. Adams, Award Winning Author
IMMINENT DANGER (Adrenaline Highs Series Book 5) - Bad Timing Can Cost Your Life.

“…Between the sweet and steamy romance and the heart-pounding (literally) suspense... It was such a thrill…"

Chris Almeida & Cecilia Aubrey, Readers’ Favorite Gold Award Winning Authors
COUNTERMEASURE (Countermeasure Series Book 1) - They’ll Have To Trust Each Other In Order To Survive.

“Amidst the heartwarming and beautifully written love story was a very cleverly and intelligently constructed suspense and mystery.”

Carolyn Crane, RITA Award Winning Author
OFF THE EDGE (Undercover Associates Series Book 2) - He’s A Spy Who Uses Language To Hunt Criminals. She’s A Poet With Deadly Enemies.

"Off the Edge is such a well-crafted romantic suspense story. Full of action and sparkling chemistry between Laney and Peter, this book is so much fun to read."

Misty Evans, USA Today Bestseller
OPERATION SHEBA (Super Agent Series Book 1) - He’ll Go Under The Deepest Cover Possible to Save Her Life.

"Evans takes readers on an edge-of-your-seat thriller into the secretive world of CIA operatives. A love triangle and a mole in the agency make this one story you won't want to put down."

Adrienne Giordano, USA Today Bestseller
THE EVASION (Justifiable Cause Series Book 2) - The World Of Knock-Offs Isn’t As Frivolous As It Appears.

"Adrienne Giordano delivers everything romantic suspense readers want…"

Stacy Green, Best Selling Mystery and Thriller Author
TIN GOD (Delta Crossroads Series Book 1) - The Truth Can Be As Deadly As Any Weapon.

“Stacy Green has written an emotionally charged, thought-provoking and stunning mystery/suspense that will capture and hold you hostage until the last page is read.”

Katie Reus, New York Times - USA Today Best Seller
MIAMI, MISTLETOE, and MURDER (Red Stone Security Series Book 4) - She’ll Fight To Protect Those She Cares About. He’ll Fight To Protect Her.

“Well written and a beautiful addition to an interesting series, Miami, Mistletoe, & Murder is a great read to keep you warm on a cold winter’s night.”

Joan Swan, New York Times - USA Today Best Seller
FIRST TEMPTATION (Covert Affairs Series Book 2) - He’ll Have To Go Deep Undercover To Expose Her Darkest, Sexiest Desires.

“I love Joan Swan's writing as even in a novella she manages to capture the heart of her characters.”

Spotlight on Stacy Green

Born in Indiana and raised in Iowa, Best Selling Author Stacy Green earned degrees in journalism and sociology from Drake University. After a successful advertising career, Stacy became a proud stay-at-home mom to her miracle child. Now a full-time author, Stacy juggles her time between her demanding characters and supportive family. She loves reading, cooking, and the occasional gardening excursion. Stacy lives in Marion, Iowa with her husband Rob, their daughter Grace, and the family’s three obnoxious but lovable canine children.

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Tin God (Delta Crossroads, Book 1)

Synopsis:

Jaymee Ballard trusted only one person in Roselea, Mississippi with the secret of her lost daughter. When that person is brutally murdered, it leaves her with heartbreak and a slew of unanswered questions. The eerie similarity to a murder of one of Jaymee's close friends years ago causes her to realize her past has come back to haunt her and may cost her own life.

Years of deception and abuse leave Jaymee with few options and fewer allies. She turns to the widower of her friend--a man struggling with his own demons--to help her find her daughter and identify the killer before he strikes again.

Before all evidence, the truth--and Jaymee's daughter--are lost.

Excerpt:

He still couldn't believe he’d missed it. “Jaymee Ballard found Rebecca?”

“Yeah.” Cage drove through the quiet Roselea streets toward the west end of town. “She worked for her part time. Showed up to clean, found Rebecca dead.”

“Damn.”

“She’s pretty shaken up.” Cage made a right, veering away from downtown and into the thick hickory trees. The cemetery was this way. Lana’s final resting place.

“I remember her,” Nick said. “She was Lana’s maid of honor. Came to stay with her for a while the winter before we got married. Always got the sense something bad had happened to her.”

Cage’s eyes never left the road, but his grip on the steering wheel tightened. “That was a bad time for Jaymee. Don’t bring it up.”

Nick’s instincts flared. Cage had a soft spot for Jaymee. Maybe more than that. “No problem. So she’s got information? Why’d she call you?”

“We’re…old friends.” Nick caught the uneasiness in Cage’s words.

“I see. Good old friends, no doubt.”

Cage’s mouth twitched. “Something like that.”

They drove onto a gravel road, and the throng of hickory trees thickened, live oaks adding to the canopy. With no streetlights to guide the way, the road was ominous. Nick couldn’t see the cemetery through the trees, but he knew Lana was there. They emerged into a circular clearing dimly lit with a couple of security lights, and about fifteen or twenty dilapidated mobile homes stretched out before them. Cage drove toward the end of the lot, finally parking in front of an old trailer. Instead of a porch light, a simmering bug zapper lit up the entrance.

Cage stepped out of the cruiser, pushed his wavy, dark brown hair off his forehead, and wiped the beads of sweat off his brow. He chewed on his lower lip, gazing at the sorry-looking trailer with compassion. Despite his darker complexion, he looked so much like Lana at that moment, Nick had to turn away.

“This is where she lives?” Nick forced himself to speak.

“Home sweet home.” Cage led the way through the sparse grass. Dingy white on top and ugly, disco-gold on the bottom, Jaymee’s trailer looked like it had been sitting in the lot since the seventies. Two cracked concrete steps led to the front door, and wilted petunias clung to life in their wooden box beneath the window.

“Let me do the talking,” Cage said. “She’s not going to be thrilled with a stranger showing up.”

“I’m not exactly a stranger.” Nick stood at the base of the steps while Cage knocked on the cracked door.

“Trust me. She’ll be pissed.”

The door swung open, and a throaty female voice cut through the sweltering air. “Hey. Thanks for coming out here tonight.” Small arms slipped around Cage’s shoulders. Her bare fingernails were clipped short, her hands devoid of any jewelry. Her skin looked dry.

The sound of her voice dredged a memory from Nick’s subconscious. Four years ago, in a darkened funeral home, Jaymee, dressed in black, standing before Lana’s white casket. She traced the pink silk lining, and then her hand came to rest on Lana’s stiff, clasped ones. “I’ll never forget what you did for me. And I promise I’ll keep going forward. For you, Lana Kay. For you.”

Jaymee had turned to face him. Nick remembered the depths of pain in her hazel eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. He hadn't seen her again.

Now, standing on Jaymee’s cracked front steps, he forced down the sorrow as Cage removed the woman’s arms, squeezing her hands affectionately. “Listen, I've brought someone with me.”

Jaymee pulled her hands away and pushed Cage aside. She was petite–nearly a head shorter than Cage’s six-foot frame–but her stature seemed larger than life as she honed in on Nick. Nick had only a second to appreciate her features: heart-shaped face; a slim, delicate nose; and round, wide eyes that flashed with the ferocity of a tiger.

“Nick?” The anger in her gaze had faded into raw pain.

Nick stepped forward, extending his hand. “Hi. Wasn't sure if you’d remember me.”

She shook his hand once with a tight, trembling grip. “I remember.” She turned back to Cage, her mouth pressed together so tightly the words were barely audible. “I don’t mean to be rude, but what’s he doing here? I told you not to bring anyone.”

“You told me not to bring Detective Charles. I didn’t.”

“Cute.” She glanced back at Nick. “No offense, but I remember you’re a reporter. I don’t need to be quoted in tomorrow’s paper.”

“None taken. And I’m not here for a story. At least not one I’m writing about.”

She chewed on her fingernail. Nick suddenly remembered Jaymee was in his wedding pictures. The bridesmaids’ dresses were some shade of purple. Lilac. That’s what Lana called it.

“Let me explain,” Cage said. “Nick’s here because we think Rebecca Newton’s murder may be connected to Lana’s.”

Jaymee stared at him. She blinked once, slowly, and then swallowed as though she were forcing too much food down her throat. “Come in.”