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Monday, July 16, 2012

Release Day Blitz: Murphy's Law by RS Emeline



Murphy's Law
RS Emeline

Alexis MacGuire is just like other college students. She goes to class, eats pizza, and holds down a job. The difference is, her job could get her killed.

As the unluckiest member of a family of elite assassins, she spends her spare time jetting from one country to another neutralizing scum the government doesn’t want to be attached to--often in unconventional and unplanned ways.

When she receives an email exposing the secrets of her last job she enters into a game of cat and mouse with someone known only as the Hunter. With the help of her brother, her best friend, and an FBI agent who makes her heart skip beats, she must find the Hunter before he destroys everything and everyone she loves.

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Purchase Link: smashwords 

Excerpt

I was close to where the car was hidden, and I could see the flames rising in the dark behind me. Lights strobed from the emergency vehicles, as they tried to control the blaze. I took a deep breath and walked into the clearing where the car was parked and looked around. No car.


“What the Hell!” I stomped my foot on the ground and let out a feral growl.


All the markers were where they were supposed to be. White paint on the ground. Black X on the tree. Empty dirt road. I checked the time. If I didn't get back to my hotel in the next hour I wouldn’t make my flight.


I looked down at the ring I wore on my right hand. Two simple silver bands surrounded a Celtic design wrapped around my finger entwined with a shamrock and a blood red stone in the center. Each person in my family had a similar ring. Each designed the same, only the stone was different. We never took them off, because to take them off could mean our deaths.


The rings were our safety nets. The one way we could protect ourselves when an assignment didn’t go right, when we were in danger, or in my case when I was stranded because some little punk ass stole my car. I twisted the Celtic band, enabled the tracking device and notified my brother of the S.O.S. With a sigh, I climbed into the tree and waited to be rescued. Again.

Author Bio: 

R.S. Emeline grew up in the sogginess of Washington State where she nurtured her love of writing with dark teenage poetry. Today she spends her time in the perpetual dryness and sun of the California desert. She lives there with her husband, the Marine; her niece, the Artist; her daughter, the Munchkin; and two animals--King Furry and Mistress Meow-- who are the true rulers of the roost.


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