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| Eliza Daly, Author |
Eliza Daly’s first attempt at
creative writing was in fourth grade. She and her friends were huge Charlie’s
Angels fans and she would sit in her bedroom at night writing scripts for them
to act out at recess the following day. She was Kelly Garrett. Fast forward to
the present, she’s still writing stories about beautiful women who always get
their men. The journey from fourth grade scriptwriter to published author
wasn’t an easy one, but it was always an adventure and the final destination
was well worth it.
When Eliza isn’t traveling for
her job as an event planner, or tracing her ancestry roots through Ireland,
she’s at home in Milwaukee working on her next novel, bouncing ideas off her
husband Mark, and her cats Quigley, Frankie, and Sammy.
Blur:
When
Olivia Doyle’s father dies under suspicious circumstances, rather than
inheriting a family fortune, she inherits a new identity. She learns they were
placed in the Federal Witness Protection Program when she was five years old.
Her father was involved in an art forgery ring and testified against the mob.
Brought up not to trust anyone, Olivia has a difficult time relying on U.S.
Marshal Ethan Ryder to protect her, and to keep her secret. She fears her father
may have continued his life of crime through her art gallery. She has little
choice but to depend on Ethan when she realizes someone is now after her.
Olivia’s search for the truth leads her and Ethan across country to a family
and past she doesn’t remember.
At
the age of ten, Ethan witnessed a brutal murder. He vowed when he grew up, he’d
protect people in danger. Protecting Olivia is difficult when she won’t trust
him. He soon realizes his desire to protect her goes beyond doing his job, but
if his judgment becomes clouded by emotions, her safety could be jeopardized.
Can
Ethan and Olivia learn to trust each other when they uncover secrets that will
change their lives forever?
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Excerpt:
The footsteps drew closer. Her breathing quickened. The intruder paused
outside the door and she held her breath, a death grip on the pepper spray. The
barrel of a gun appeared through the doorway, followed by a man. In that split
second, she blasted him with a steady stream.
“Shit!” he yelled, snapping his head away from the line of fire.
Unsure if she’d made a direct hit, she flew past him, still spraying the
air behind her. Although it wasn’t a blanket mist, she couldn’t help but inhale
some of the toxic vapors in the air. Her eyes burned slightly and she coughed,
racing down the hallway and across the open foyer.
She was almost to the door when the guy yelled out in a raspy voice,
“Touch that door handle and I’ll shoot it off.”
She came to a screeching halt, unsure if he planned on aiming for the
handle or her hand. The blood pulsating in her ears muffled the roar of the
lawn mower as it passed by near a window. Nobody would hear her scream. She
eyed the security alarm keypad on the wall by the door. Two quick steps and she
could hit the panic button. Two quick steps and she might get shot. She slowly
turned around, her gaze locking on the gun pointed at her from the opposite
side of the foyer. Sheer panic pressed against her chest, and she sucked in a
deep breath.
The guy cleared his throat. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” He cautiously
lowered the gun, but didn’t holster it. “Unless you spray that crap again.” He
blinked rapidly and ran a hand up over the top of his head, sweeping back a
clump of wet hair. Her aim had obviously been off. It was impossible to spray
straight when her body was shaking uncontrollably.
The guy’s dark hair was just shy of touching his shoulders and he had a
five o’clock shadow. A black T-shirt covered his broad chest and faded, relaxed
fitting jeans contradicted his rigid stance. A scar across his cheekbone, and a
thin one slashing his eyebrow, added to his don’t mess with me look.
“I’m Ethan Ryder with the U.S.
If the mob had hunted down her dad, who was to say it hadn’t been
through a U.S. Marshal snitch? He’d trusted Roy Howard, not Ethan Ryder. Maybe
he wasn’t even with the U.S.
“I assume you’re Olivia Doyle?”
At the back of her mind she heard her dad’s voice. Don’t trust him,
Livvy. Be leery of people you know and certainly don’t trust someone you don’t
know.
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Eliza will be awarding a one $20
Amazon or B & N Gift Certificates to one randomly drawn commenter during the
tour, and a $10 Amazon or B & N Gift Certificate, winner's choice, to four
(4) randomly drawn commenters during the tour. A $10 Amazon or B & N Gift
Certificate, winner's choice, will be awarded to a randomly drawn host.
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Author’s Links:
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3 comments:
Looks like an exciting read
lyra.lucky7 at gmail dot com
Must be exciting to trace your roots through Ireland <3 I would love to go there myself some time!
lilypondreads at gmail dot com
Sounds like a nice read
bn100candg at hotmail dot com
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