Helloand welcome! I’m so glad you’re all here! It’s my birthday weekend-oh, no, not
sharing the number, lol—but, I will share my birthday gifts with you!
For 3 days only, July 17-19, you can download Murphy’s Law
for FREE from Amazon!!!
for FREE from Amazon!!!
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Happy
Reading,
Reading,
Jennifer
Murphy’s Law
Romantic Suspense
Tagline:
He lost his family. She gave
them back to him.
He lost his family. She gave
them back to him.
Blurb:
Home is the
last place Jon Murphy can go. After being held captive in Azbakastan, he
returns to the States only to find he can’t face his mom and sisters with what
he did while he was a prisoner, so he retreats to the mountains.
last place Jon Murphy can go. After being held captive in Azbakastan, he
returns to the States only to find he can’t face his mom and sisters with what
he did while he was a prisoner, so he retreats to the mountains.
Widow Sara Sheldon has made a lifetime of mistakes and is
now running scared from her husband’s powerful family, who are determined to
take her daughter away from her. When her little girl goes missing in the
Rockies, Sara enlists the only help she can find: a gruff recluse with tracking
skills to admire and a body to covet.
now running scared from her husband’s powerful family, who are determined to
take her daughter away from her. When her little girl goes missing in the
Rockies, Sara enlists the only help she can find: a gruff recluse with tracking
skills to admire and a body to covet.
A storm strands Sara and her daughter at Murphy’s cabin,
leaving her no choice but to hope her in-laws don’t catch up while she plans
where to run next. Murphy resents the invasion of his privacy, but can’t seem
to keep his mind–or his hands–off Sara. How can she stand to look at him,
with all his scars? He’s not nearly as honorable as she might think…only enough
to make sure she’s safe, and then he’ll go back to being alone, the way he
should be.
leaving her no choice but to hope her in-laws don’t catch up while she plans
where to run next. Murphy resents the invasion of his privacy, but can’t seem
to keep his mind–or his hands–off Sara. How can she stand to look at him,
with all his scars? He’s not nearly as honorable as she might think…only enough
to make sure she’s safe, and then he’ll go back to being alone, the way he
should be.
Content Warning: Sexual content
**Murphy’s Law: Previously published by Lyrical Press in
2013**
2013**
***Murphy’s Law was a 2006 Golden Heart Finalist***
Excerpt:
Copyright © 2014, Jennifer Lowery
Murphy sat at the kitchen table, half in the
shadows created by the soft light glowing above the stove. A bottle of amber
liquid sat on the table in front of him, an empty glass in his hand. His hair
was tousled from sleep and to Sara’s dismay, he was naked to the waist. Her
gaze landed on his muscled shoulders and trailed across his tanned chest. So
much for getting him out of her mind. Now she had the real thing to dream
about. Looking at the dark hairs that veed down his chest and disappeared
behind the table, she decided he had been right. He was a dangerous man.
shadows created by the soft light glowing above the stove. A bottle of amber
liquid sat on the table in front of him, an empty glass in his hand. His hair
was tousled from sleep and to Sara’s dismay, he was naked to the waist. Her
gaze landed on his muscled shoulders and trailed across his tanned chest. So
much for getting him out of her mind. Now she had the real thing to dream
about. Looking at the dark hairs that veed down his chest and disappeared
behind the table, she decided he had been right. He was a dangerous man.
She tore her eyes away from temptation and
looked at the granite lines of his face. Beneath the hardness of his
expression, something haunting lingered. Drawn, she circled the table until she
stood at the opposite end.
looked at the granite lines of his face. Beneath the hardness of his
expression, something haunting lingered. Drawn, she circled the table until she
stood at the opposite end.
Murphy met her eyes with coldness that should
have sent her running for the safety of her room, but she remained standing in
place. He wanted to chase her away. This time she wasn’t running.
have sent her running for the safety of her room, but she remained standing in
place. He wanted to chase her away. This time she wasn’t running.
“Mind if I join you?” she asked on her way to
the cupboard to grab a glass and return to stand over Murphy’s shoulder. She
reached for the bottle. The muscles in his shoulders flexed when she leaned
over him.
the cupboard to grab a glass and return to stand over Murphy’s shoulder. She
reached for the bottle. The muscles in his shoulders flexed when she leaned
over him.
Murphy’s hand snaked out and wrapped around
hers, preventing her from pouring a drink.
hers, preventing her from pouring a drink.
“I mind,” he growled.
“Well, get over it. I need a drink.”
Scowling, he let go of her hand and allowed
her to pour a glass for herself. She refilled his glass next and set the bottle
on the table. Then she moved to the chair beside him and sat before lifting her
glass in a silent toast.
her to pour a glass for herself. She refilled his glass next and set the bottle
on the table. Then she moved to the chair beside him and sat before lifting her
glass in a silent toast.
“Cheers.” She brought the glass to her lips.
His eyes on her as she drained the glass made her fight the urge to cough as
the fiery liquid burned its way down her throat. Seconds later she felt the
familiar warming sensation as it numbed her insides. Her eyes filled with
tears. She blinked them away as she reached for the bottle.
His eyes on her as she drained the glass made her fight the urge to cough as
the fiery liquid burned its way down her throat. Seconds later she felt the
familiar warming sensation as it numbed her insides. Her eyes filled with
tears. She blinked them away as she reached for the bottle.
Murphy held it away from her. “What are you
doing?”
doing?”
“Having a drink. I’m not in the mood for warm
milk tonight.”
milk tonight.”
His eyes darkened and narrowed. “You don’t
strike me as the drinking type.”
strike me as the drinking type.”
She wasn’t, but tonight it sounded good.
Maybe it would soothe away her problems and make her forget how screwed-up her
life was. Talking about Kent earlier had brought back painful memories. She
didn’t want to feel that misery anymore tonight.
Maybe it would soothe away her problems and make her forget how screwed-up her
life was. Talking about Kent earlier had brought back painful memories. She
didn’t want to feel that misery anymore tonight.
“Maybe you don’t know my type,” she said.
Murphy studied her closely for a moment
before rubbing a weary hand over his face. “Go back to bed, Sara. Sleep it
off.”
before rubbing a weary hand over his face. “Go back to bed, Sara. Sleep it
off.”
“I don’t want to sleep it off. I’m tired of
thinking about it.”
thinking about it.”
Maybe it was the whisky, or the sight of
Murphy’s naked chest, or the part of her that had been dormant for six years
coming back to life. More than anything she wanted to discover it with Murphy,
her strong, scarred hero.
Murphy’s naked chest, or the part of her that had been dormant for six years
coming back to life. More than anything she wanted to discover it with Murphy,
her strong, scarred hero.
She rose to her feet. Murphy watched warily
as she stepped in front of him and positioned herself between him and the
table. He leaned back in his chair and sent her a thunderous look.
as she stepped in front of him and positioned herself between him and the
table. He leaned back in his chair and sent her a thunderous look.
“You and I are alike in many ways, Murphy,”
she said softly. “We both have lost pieces of ourselves we can’t ever get back
and it has forced us into a life of loneliness and solitude. I don’t know about
you, but I’m tired of being alone.”
she said softly. “We both have lost pieces of ourselves we can’t ever get back
and it has forced us into a life of loneliness and solitude. I don’t know about
you, but I’m tired of being alone.”
Murphy pinned her with a hard glare. “I’m not
what you want. Go back to your room before I do something we’ll both regret in
the morning.”
what you want. Go back to your room before I do something we’ll both regret in
the morning.”
His harshly spoken words sent little
electrical shocks through her body.
electrical shocks through her body.
“I’m tired of people telling me what I want,”
she said.
she said.
AuthorBio:
NY
Times & USA Today bestselling author, Jennifer Lowery grew up reading
romance
Times & USA Today bestselling author, Jennifer Lowery grew up reading
romance
novels in the back of her math book
and on the bus to school, and never wanted to be anything but a writer. Her summers were spent sitting at the kitchen
table with her sisters spinning tales of romance and intrigue and always with a
tall glass of ice tea at their side.
Today, Jennifer is living that dream and she couldn’t be
happier to share her passion with her readers.
She loves everything there is about romance. Her stories feature alpha heroes who meet
their match with strong, independent heroines.
She believes that happily ever after is only the beginning of her
stories. And the road to that happy ending is paved with action, adventure, and
romance. As her characters find out when they face danger, overcome fears, and
are forced to look deep within themselves to discover love.
happier to share her passion with her readers.
She loves everything there is about romance. Her stories feature alpha heroes who meet
their match with strong, independent heroines.
She believes that happily ever after is only the beginning of her
stories. And the road to that happy ending is paved with action, adventure, and
romance. As her characters find out when they face danger, overcome fears, and
are forced to look deep within themselves to discover love.
Jennifer lives in Michigan with her husband and two
children. When she isn’t writing she
enjoys reading and spending time with her family.
children. When she isn’t writing she
enjoys reading and spending time with her family.
This
is what people are saying about Murphy’s Law:
is what people are saying about Murphy’s Law:
I
highly recommend this book to anyone who enjoys Cindy Gerard, Tara Janzen, or
Cherry Adair series. Each of these writers have the same flavor with a secret
ingredient in their stories as does Jennifer Lowery. Great story!
highly recommend this book to anyone who enjoys Cindy Gerard, Tara Janzen, or
Cherry Adair series. Each of these writers have the same flavor with a secret
ingredient in their stories as does Jennifer Lowery. Great story!
– hmhibbit, Open Book Society on Murphy’s Law
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