Thursday, July 28, 2016

On Conversations: #award-winning #author Dana Marton

Please join me in welcoming the New York Times bestselling author Dana Marton to Conversations today! Dana is here to talk about her award-winning novel, Flash Fire, and it's on sale for a limited time for only 99¢. So be sure and check out the cover and blurb below! And don't forget to check out her bio too and get to know Dana Marton.

Lisa ~
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Read the 2016 RITA Winner for Romantic Suspense for just 99¢!  FLASH FIRE by Dana Marton is an action packed romantic suspense set in the Mexican jungles. The 99¢ sale is from 7/25/16 - 7/31/16.


FLASH FIRE


When an American teenager disappears abroad, Clara Roberts, a by-the-book investigator on a secret mission, joins forces with Light Walker, an ex-SEAL turned lawless mercenary, to save her. The sparks they generate--and the trouble they stir up--threaten to set the jungle ablaze.

Nothing is what it seems in this fast-paced romantic thriller. As attraction grows into love, looming danger turns into all-out war. Clara and Walker must hold on to each other and race against time to survive.






Purchase FLASH FIRE for only 99¢ while you can!
New York Times bestselling author Dana Marton writes about smart, strong women and the alpha heroes they love, especially when those heroes are cops and military men. Luckily, her secret research source is always close by—her husband has served in the US Army, has been an EMT, and a fireman, a hunter, a trapper, and a number of other things he won’t admit to in public.

Dana’s small-town romantic suspense series set in Broslin Creek is based on her real life home in Pennsylvania, and has over one thousand positive reviews. Book one in the series, DEATHWATCH, is currently free.


www.danamarton.com

2 comments:

Dana Marton said...

Thank you so much for having me here!

I'll post an excerpt for your entertainment :-)

A machete strapped to his back, a semiautomatic slung over his shoulder, and an army knife on his belt, he walked into the cantina with a swagger that said he could beat any man in town and could take any woman to bed.

He was taller than the locals, his hair a few shades lighter, a couple of days' worth of bristle covering the lower half of his face. He wore army boots, cargo pants, and a black T-shirt that did nothing to conceal a distracting amount of muscle.

Then he finally slid off his glasses, and the next second his unerring gaze pinned Clara, and it was too late to turn away or slide down in her chair, because he'd caught her watching him.

He gave a knowing smirk as he sauntered toward her, over six feet of pure muscle and laser-focused attention.

He dropped into the chair across from Clara, his muscled thighs spread. She clamped her own thighs together. His white teeth flashed in the dim light of the cantina as he chomped on his cigar and took stock of her.

"Are you lost, Cupcake?" His I'm-a-bad-boy-and-you-know-it voice scraped along her nerve endings.

Her grandmother used to say there were men the devil put on earth to test good women. Clara was tempted to ask the guy whether he'd just zip-lined in from hell.

"Go away," she said instead.

"How can I, when your eyes begged me to come over?"

She rolled said eyes so hard, she might have caused permanent damage.

One: she hadn't begged in her life.

Two: the only thing she wanted was to hit him over the head with the bottle of tequila between them on the table. She was trying to keep a low profile, and he was drawing every eye to them.

He smiled around his cigar. "What's your name?"

DOD Investigator Clara Roberts, she badly wanted to say to wipe the superior smirk off his face. "None of your business."

His eyes were a brilliant multicolor green like the rainforest, alive and full of secrets. He let his gaze travel over her chest from left to right, then from right to left with undisguised disappointment.

He tsked. "No tits, no manners." He shook his head. "You should try to have at least one or the other. A pair of great tits covers a multitude of sins."

When his gaze reached hers again, the very fires of hell glinting in his eyes, he said magnanimously, "Don't worry about it, Cupcake. You look like the brainy type. Believe it or not, that appeals to some men. I think I read that on the Internet."


(OK, Walker is not this big of a jerk. I swear. But something bad is about to go down, and he needs to scare her away from the place so she doesn't get caught and get killed.)

Lisa Mondello said...

Cool! Thank you so much for being on the blog, Dana!

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