Today is release day for FEARLESS, the third book in the adult romantic suspense series, Somerton Security, by Elizabeth Dyer. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
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Series: Somerton Security #3
Author: Elizabeth Dyer
Release Date: November 9, 2018
Genre: Adult Romantic Suspense
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He Knows How Lucky He Is…
That Doesn’t Mean He’s Happy
There are a hundred guys in Nashville who would kill to be in Rome’s shoes. He’s a damn good guitar player, and in Nashville, that means one thing – country music is his bread and butter. Rome’s passion is classical guitar, though, and in Guitar Town, those gigs are few and far between.
His brother-in-law offers to get him an audition with an artist in the United Kingdom who needs a guitarist to play classical and Celtic music with her on tour. The opportunity is a dream come true. When Rome meets Lauren, the brooding and mysterious musician, though, he finds out the tour may be more than he bargained for. He’s the magnet to her broken steel. Lauren’s painful past keeps her at arms’ length. Is the promise of forever one Rome can really keep? Or will he end up leaving her behind, just like everyone else?
She swallowed and looked up at him, her irises a slowly expanding pool of blue as her eyes adjusted to the light.
“Be very careful with what you say next, Cooper.” Will braced a palm against the door and leaned in close. “And do not lie to me.”
She closed her eyes, and her muscles went loose and tired.
“I have to do this,” she whispered, lines of sadness and resolution changing the contours of her face. “But you don’t.”
She tilted her chin and met his gaze head-on. “In thirty-six hours you could be stateside. With friends and family and the people who love you.” She put her hand to his chest when he shook his head. “You deserve to go home. To rest.” She trailed her hand down the front of his t-shirt, let her fingers trace the row of stitches along his side that he never forgot but mostly ignored. “So much has happened in such a short time. It feels like I found you on that mountain weeks ago. But it was days.”
He flinched when her thumb pressed against the wound.
“You’re still hurting, still healing. And I’ve asked more of you than is fair.” Her hand dropped away. “I had to. But the rest . . . I can do this on my own.”
He’d thought she was walking out on him. That she’d lied to him. That she didn’t trust him or need him.
That she’d played him.
But it was so much worse.
She was trying to save him. Protect him. By sending him home and going forward alone.
She actually had the damn nerve to smile at him. “I’ll be okay.”
And this from the woman who was worried about crossing a line she could never come back from.
There were a thousand things he wanted to say and a million ways to say them. He went with the simplest.
“No.” He dropped his chin, let his forehead touch hers, and breathed her in. There was nothing fancy about the way Cooper smelled. No French perfumes or high-end lotions. Just the simple scent of soap and skin and the lingering mark of a recent shower.
It was honest and fresh, and he knew if he led her back to bed and climbed in next to her that the same scent would be there to greet him, surround him, and lull him into a sleep he chased but rarely achieved on his own.
Maybe it had happened when she’d left Matías alive and let him take his vengeance. Maybe it happened when she’d found him, weak and trembling and unable to do something as basic as shave, yet seen only a survivor’s strength. Maybe it had been the culmination of a hundred little moments over a handful of days.
Ultimately, it didn’t matter where it had begun, because it all ended in the same place. Somewhere along the line, Cooper Reed had become synonymous with home.
Which meant Will couldn’t go back without her.
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About the Author
Elizabeth Dyer likes her heroines smart and snarky, and her heroes strong and sexy. An attorney and recent coffee devotee, Elizabeth spends the majority of her time tucked into a corner table at Starbucks or pinned beneath her (overly affectionate) bullmastiff. When she isn’t working or wrestling the dog, you can usually find Elizabeth writing the types of sexy, suspenseful books she most loves to read.
A born-and-bred Texan, Elizabeth resides in Dallas, where she indulges in Netflix marathons, Instagramming her dog, and brunch. Definitely brunch. Adorably awkward, Elizabeth hates the phone as much as she loves all the social-media things and hearing from her readers. Follow her on Twitter (@lizdyerwrites), Instagram (@elizabethdyerwrites), Facebook (@elizabethdyerauthor) or, to sign up for her newsletter (https://bit.ly/2H1fj4R), or visit her website (ElizabethDyer.net)
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