Welcome, Christine! It's a pleasure to have you here.
It's a joy to be here, Jan. Thank you for having me.
(Cover art by Debby Taylor)
After five years of hell with an abusive husband, Natasha Hartford vows never to trust another man. Then she stumbles onto a murder scene and meets sexy, stubborn Homicide Detective Chase Brandon, a take-no-prisoners tough guy who'll settle for nothing less than the truth. Sparks fly, but Chase's suspicions and Natasha's innate distrust block the way to happiness.
The detective struggles with his own troubled past and is determined to find the truth behind the shadows dimming Natasha's eyes. As more murders occur and a possible connection to her ex-husband appears, Chase fears her life is in danger.
Natasha and Chase race to find the killer before he strikes again. Their survival depends on their willingness to overcome their mistrust of one another. Will they overcome their fears and find love again?
Christine, I absolutely love the cover art and blurb. Both set the stage for what is sure to be an incredible book. Could you share an excerpt to whet our appetite for more?
It's hard to pick just one scene to share, but I hope you get a taste for the story from this sample.
Excerpt:
The thick carpet muted the tapping of her high heels as she fled through the reception area and down the hall to the elevators. In spite of her cowardly retreat, she wanted to shout in triumph. She'd been terrified of angering the surly detective, but she'd dragged up her courage and told him what she thought. Blood buzzed through her veins, fueled by the adrenaline rush. Damn. It was good to have her old fire back.
She glanced down a short corridor on her left and stumbled to a stop. How had she missed the ropes of yellow police tape blocking the entry to one of the rooms? Her breath hitched in her throat. That must be where the grisly crime had occurred.
The shocking truth struck her like a blow--Jonas Waverley was dead. Murdered in cold blood. She staggered and grabbed onto the wall.
"Ms. Hartford, wait."
She glanced back.
Detective Brandon strode along the corridor toward her, his long legs eating up the distance, a determined expression on his face.
Her earlier spurt of courage vanished, and she whirled and dashed toward the bank of elevators. Chest heaving, heart pounding, she hit the button for the elevator, jabbing it again and again.
"Look, I'm sorry," he said, catching up. "I was hard on you, but I'm just doing my job. A man was murdered." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I have to examine every possible lead, question every person of interest."
She shuddered and stabbed the down button again. Person of interest? Her? She was a person of interest in a murder investigation?
"Can we go somewhere and talk?"
She shot him a look, making it clear what she thought of his suggestion.
He lifted one shoulder. "Maybe we could grab a coffee? I have a few more questions I'd like to ask."
The elevator pinged, and the doors opened with a hiss, revealing a middle-aged man and an elderly woman who stared at them with vague interest.
Natasha stumbled toward the elevator.
Detective Brandon grabbed her arm, holding her back. "Ms. Hartford, wait."
Warmth from his large tanned hand seeped through the thin material of her raincoat and raised goose bumps on her arm. "Let me go." Her voice was shrill with rising hysteria. She tugged, but he held on, his grip tightening.
This is a great scene to stir our curiosity, Christine. I guess the next step, is to dive head first into the book and find out what lies ahead for Natasha and Chase. Could you provide us with buy links?
It would be my pleasure.
Buy links:
Wild Rose Press
Amazon
iTunes
Nook
Kobo
Google Books
About the Author:
Broken Trust is award-winning author, C.B. Clark's fourth romantic suspense novel published by The Wild Rose Press. My Brother's Sins and Cherished Secrets were released in 2016, and Bitter Legacy in 2017. C.B. has always loved reading, especially romances, but it wasn't until she lost her voice for a year that she considered writing her own romantic suspense stories. She grew up in Canada's Northwest Territories and Yukon. Graduating with a degree in Anthropology and Archaeology, she has worked as an archaeologist and an educator. She enjoys hiking, canoeing, and snowshoeing with her husband and dog near her home in the wilderness of central British Columbia.
You can follow C.B. Clark here:
Blog
Goodreads Author Page
Sounds like a great read!
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DeleteWow! Love the excerpt, CB! You've drawn me into the book. Wishing you all the best with Broken Trust!
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DeleteThank you so much for hosting me on your Blog, Jan! You always go above and beyond to make your guest authors feel special.
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DeleteLove the premise. Suspense with a promise of romance. :)
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DeleteI love the cover, love the MCs names. And the excerpt is fantastic. Broken Trust is on my TBR. Congratulations C.B.
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DeleteQuite the suspenseful scene. Great book.
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DeleteThis looks awesome! Good luck C.B.!
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DeleteYour excerpt and cover are great. Love how they show just enough of the hero's face to really be intriguing. Best wishes on sales.
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DeleteSounds like terrific romantic suspense and I LOVE the cover! Best wishes.
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