Synopsis
Julie
Preston is an artist. But her canvas isn’t paper or clay. It’s hair. She spends
her days coloring, blow drying and styling her clients hair at the Razor’s Edge
salon. Julie is also annoyed. She went out on a date and had a great time, gave
the guy her number and the jerk never called.
So when he waltzes into the salon and sits down in her chair she briefly considers strangling him with the pink cape she fastens around his neck.
Too bad she can’t.
Blue Markson, the guy who never called, is a police officer so causing him bodily harm would be a first class ticket into the slammer. Just looking at him again makes Julie forget why she was mad in the first place, but she’s already learned that Blue is nothing but heartache. So when he starts coming around, acting like he hadn’t made her stare at the phone for days, she tries to brush him off.
Only…
Her life is about to blow up in her face, she’s about to get caught up in a sticky web of crime and the one guy who can help her is the one guy she vowed never to trust again.
So when he waltzes into the salon and sits down in her chair she briefly considers strangling him with the pink cape she fastens around his neck.
Too bad she can’t.
Blue Markson, the guy who never called, is a police officer so causing him bodily harm would be a first class ticket into the slammer. Just looking at him again makes Julie forget why she was mad in the first place, but she’s already learned that Blue is nothing but heartache. So when he starts coming around, acting like he hadn’t made her stare at the phone for days, she tries to brush him off.
Only…
Her life is about to blow up in her face, she’s about to get caught up in a sticky web of crime and the one guy who can help her is the one guy she vowed never to trust again.
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Teaser:
(unedited and copyrighted by Cambria Hebert)
I
leaned back against my padded headboard and tried to calm my rolling stomach.
As I sat there, trying not to barf a light sound caught my attention.
It was the closing of the front door.
I perked up, forgetting all about the fact I was
suffering from an attack of an unsuspecting hangover.
Had I forgotten to lock the door? I never forgot to lock the door. But I was
usually not running from my best friend.
Great.
The one time I don’t lock the damn door is the one
time a burglar decides to come a calling.
Too bad for mister criminal I had a plan for something
like this. I was the kind of girl that always
had a plan.
I crept into the bathroom, being as quiet as I could
and reached into the cabinet. I pulled out my weapons (hey, all the crap that
women have to do to themselves to look good definitely qualify as weapons.) and
gripped them closely to my chest with both hands.
My heart was beating so hard against my ribs that it
actually hurt and I had to work to not gasp for breath. Catching my intruder by
surprise was key to my plan.
Moving quickly through the dark I moved to the bedroom
door, leaning against the wall and peering out into the darkened hallway. I
could see the top of the stairs from where I stood, as well as the railing that
ran alongside the hallway to keep someone from falling into the stairwell from
upstairs.
Courtesy of the nightlight down in the entry way (it
came in handy when I wanted a drink in the middle of the night) I saw a shadow
move against the wall, the figure was large and distorted against the tall bare
wall of the stairwell.
Up until that point I hadn’t been certain someone was
in the house.
But now I couldn’t deny it.
There was a robber in my house.
He for sure had nefarious plans.
Too bad for him I had a really shitty night and wasn’t
in the mood.
As his foot stepped on the bottom stairs I slinked out
of the door and along the wall, keeping my eyes trained on the top of the
stairs. He began climbing the stairs (I was very unimpressed with his
quietness, or rather lack thereof.) and as he climbed I slipped along the wall,
moving through the darkness until I was standing in the corner directly across
from the top of the stairs.
I
saw his shoulders appear as he continued upwards. He was wearing a dark coat
and a dark hat… he was nothing but a large ominous shape in the night.
I swallowed, the sound of my saliva scraping down my
dry throat made me wince and my palms were sweaty, causing me to tighten my
grip on my weapons.
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Meet the Author
Cambria Hebert is the author of the young adult paranormal Heven and Hell series, the new adult Death Escorts series, and the new adult Take it Off series. She loves a caramel latte, hates math and is afraid of chickens (yes, chickens). She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair. She currently lives in North Carolina with her husband and children (both human and furry) where she is plotting her next book. You can find out more about Cambria and her work by visiting http://www.cambriahebert.com
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