Blog Tour Excerpt – Zapata by Harper McDavid

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Hello lovelies! Today, I have an excerpt to share with you for my Blog Tour Stop for Zapata by Harper McDavid hosted by TLC Book Tours.

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• Paperback: 356 pages
• Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing (September 25, 2019)

When engineer Avery McAndrews is offered a last-minute assignment to the rough and tumble border town of Zapata, Texas, she doesn’t think twice. Used to pushing past stereotypes, she’s sure this project will earn the long-awaited promotion.

Instead, she’s thrown in the crossfire between warring drug cartels and soon discovers that her captor, Javier Ramos, is more than just a power hungry drug lord. He’s crazy.

As lead attorney for the cartel, it’s Alejandro DeLeon’s job to manage Javier. But this time, Javier’s cruelty reaches epic proportions, and Alejandro finds himself wanting to risk everything to save Avery.

Running for their lives with Mexico’s underworld at their heels, Avery and Alejandro discover unintended and intensifying emotions, feelings neither sought and neither seem prepared to control.

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A door slammed, and Alejandro stormed across the yard, parting chickens as he went. He seemed too angry to notice Avery’s plight. He moved to the back of the Jeep and dropped a black plastic trash bag to the ground. Hopefully it was trash, because this place was probably crawling with chicken poop. He slammed the rear door and retrieved the trash bag and the brown paper sack.

Unsmiling, he regarded Avery. “¡Ándale!” His voice was harsh.

“No.”

He spun on his heel, took two steps, grabbed her arm, and led her toward the house. The chickens darted away as they moved. She groaned in pain. He ignored it.

The house was dark and smelled of day-old onions. Stale and muggy. He pulled her along into the kitchen. Unwashed dishes were stacked around the sink.

Alejandro slid the paper sack across the kitchen counter toward the woman. She shook her head, then peered at Avery over reading glasses. “I don’t know why he thinks he should leave you here.”

Avery gasped. She was American. At least her accent was. And she was almost as pale as Avery. “Leave me here?” Avery shook her head. “No. No. He can’t leave me.” She glanced at Alejandro for an answer, but he averted his gaze. “I have no intention of staying.”

The woman raised a heavy salt-and-pepper eyebrow. “He thinks you are.”

“Well, I’m not. Take me to a bus station. Call a cab. I don’t care. I’ll walk, damn it. Just point me in the right direction, and I won’t waste your time or mine.”

The woman snorted and said something in Spanish to Alejandro. He rubbed his forehead.

She chewed her lip and pushed a stray clump of gray hair off her forehead. “You’ll stay. Until I say you can go.” The woman’s voice was gravelly. “You’ve got entitled bitch written all over you, and I’ll be damned if I let you get him in trouble.” She swore under her breath and shook a finger at Alejandro. “I’m retired, damn it. This is the last time.” As if he somehow understood. She barked at Avery. “Take your stuff upstairs. Room’s on the left.”

“Where’s he going?” Avery said.

“Ask him yourself.”

“He doesn’t speak any English.”

“Then that’s your problem, girly. When in Rome….”

Alejandro grabbed the trash bag and started up the stairs. Reluctantly, she followed. The place was hardly cozy. The bedroom was barely a step up from the brothel. A single bed buried in old newspapers occupied one corner. Canned goods flanked the opposite wall, and Venetian blinds hung unevenly from the one small window. Worst of all, the air was still, the room was stifling, and there was no fan.

“You’re really going to leave me here?”

Alejandro sighed and let the plastic bag slide to the floor.

“What’s with the trash bag?” She nudged it with her foot. He pulled it open. She made a small noise in the back of her throat. “My clothes!” She glanced up at him. “How did you get this?” Of course, he didn’t answer. “You dropped it in the chicken poop.” 

For a moment, it seemed like he was stifling a laugh.

“When are you coming back?” she asked. He turned his back to her. She stomped with all her might. Waves of pain shot up her back. She opened the dictionary and flipped through it as quickly as she could. “¿Cuando?

He turned to her. In the fading day’s light, his eyes were golden. Not brown. How had she not noticed before? His dark, thick eyelashes accentuated the striking contrast further. It only made her resent him more for ditching her.

He shrugged and shook his head miserably.

What was this? Regret for dumping her here? Some kind of apology? Never before had she had such difficulty understanding another human being. Of course, language wasn’t typically a barrier. She thumbed through the book. “Why? ¿Por qué?

He spoke quickly. She couldn’t distinguish a single word. Syllables, inflections, everything melted together. There were no clues. Finally, he spoke the words slowly: “Una semana.

Semana, semana, semana,” she repeated, furiously searching for the meaning. “Week?” She gritted her teeth. “Like hell you are. I am not staying here for a week! No semanas. Do you understand?” She poked him in the chest with the spine of the book. “You have two days.” She held up a pair of fingers. “Not a second more.”

He drew closer. Their faces were only inches apart. He held up a hand. “Cinco dias.”

“No! It’s too long.” She pointed at the stairs. “You heard her. That woman doesn’t want me here. And I’m not living with chickens!” The final sentence came out as a shriek.

A smile spread across his face. He was actually stifling a laugh. As if he understood. How dare he?

She took a swing at him, now certain he understood the bit about the chickens. He dodged it. The smile on his face continued to grow. He touched her arm, then reached for her wrist, rubbing his thumb lightly across it. “Avery.”

She tried to ignore the gesture. Ignore what it was doing to her heartbeat. His attitude was infuriating. “Three days.” She pulled away from him. “After that, I’m out of here. And it’s not a threat. It’s a promise.”

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abouttheauthor

As a child, Harper McDavid watched her mother ride the rollercoaster of writing books, swearing she’d never do it herself. But some things are just hardwired, and luckily for Harper the world has moved on beyond typewriters and ten-pound manuscripts.

Harper’s gritty romantic suspense incorporates her own background in science and engineering and work experience along the border. The result is a collection of brainy hard hat-wearing heroines that occasionally swap out their coveralls for the little black dress.

Harper is the mother of three daughters and lives in the foothills of Colorado with her husband, two dogs, and a fat cat. Her free time is spent traveling the world in search of that next story and perusing her local library for funny book covers.

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Find out more about Harper at her website, and connect with her on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook.

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Thanks for stopping by and reading! Hope you have a wonderful day and don’t forget to add this book on your TBR!

sincerelykjologo

Blog Tour Book Spotlight – The Painted Castle by Kristy Cambron

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Happy Friday Sweeties and Welcome to my Blog Tour Stop for The Painted Castle by Kristy Cambron hosted by TLC Book Tours.

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Published: October 15, 2019

Publisher: Thomas Nelson

Genre(s): Historical Fiction, Contemporary, Romance

Format: Paperback: 368 Pages

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A lost painting of Queen Victoria. A library bricked off from the world. Three women, separated by time, whose lives are irrevocably changed.

When art historian Keira Foley is hired to authenticate a painting at a centuries-old East Suffolk manor, she hopes this is just the thing to get her career and life back on track. But from the time she arrives at Parham Hill Estate and begins working alongside rumored art thief Emory Scott, she’s left with far more questions than answers. Could this lost painting of Queen Victoria be a duplicate of the original Winterhalter masterpiece, and if so, who is the artist?

As Keira begins to unravel the mystery behind the portrait of the queen, two women emerge from the estate’s forgotten past. In Victorian England, talented sketch artist Elizabeth Meade is engaged to Viscount Huxley, then owner of Parham Hill. While there, master portrait artist Franz Winterhalter takes her under his wing, but Elizabeth’s real motive for being at Parham Hill has nothing to do with art. She’s determined to avenge her father’s brutal murder—even if it means feigning an engagement to the very man she believes committed the crime.

A century later, Amelia Woods—a WWII widow who has turned Parham Hill Estate and its beloved library into a boarding school for refugee children—receives military orders to house a troop of American pilots. She is determined that the children in her care remain untouched by the war, but it’s proving difficult with officers taking up every square inch of their world… and one in particular vying for a space in her long shut up heart.

Set in three time periods—the rapid change of Victorian England, the peak of England’s home front tensions at the end of World War II, and modern day—The Painted Castle unfolds a story of heartache and hope and unlocks secrets lost for generations, just waiting to be found.

The Painted Castle is a sweet romance, the third in the Lost Castle series. It can be read as a stand-alone but is better if read with The Lost Castle and Castle on the Rise.

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Instagram Tour

Monday, October 14th: @nurse_bookie

Monday, October 14th: @novelgossip

Tuesday, October 15th: @one_more_paige

Wednesday, October 16th: @crystals_library

Thursday, October 17th: @giuliland

Friday, October 18th: @babygotbooks13

Friday, October 18th: @thebooksellersdaughter

Saturday, October 19th: @bluntscissorsreviews

Sunday, October 20th: @sarahs_reads

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Review Tour

Monday, October 21st: Blunt Scissors Book Reviews

Tuesday, October 22nd: Reading Reality

Tuesday, October 22nd: Lori’s Reading Corner – guest post

Wednesday, October 23rd: Bewitched Bookworms

Thursday, October 24th: Openly Bookish

Friday, October 25th: Literary Quicksand

Monday, October 28th: Living My Best Book Life and @livingmybestbooklife

Tuesday, October 29th: Kritter’s Ramblings

Wednesday, October 30th: Cheryl’s Book Nook

Monday, November 4th: @amanda.the.bookish

Tuesday, November 5th: Read Eat Repeat

Wednesday, November 6th: Christian Chick’s Thoughts

Thursday, November 7th: @beritaudiokilledthebookmark

Friday, November 8th: The Lit Bitch

Monday, November 11th: Nurse Bookie

Wednesday, November 13th: Just One More Chapter

Friday, November 15th: Sincerely Karen Jo – Book Spotlight

Friday, November 15th: Jathan & Heather

Monday, November 18th: Broken Teepee

Tuesday, November 19th: Let Them Read Books

Wednesday, November 20th: Bloggin’ ‘Bout Books

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Kristy Cambron has a background in art and design, but she fancies life as a vintage-inspired storyteller. She is the bestselling author of The Ringmaster’s Wife, named to Publishers Weekly Spring 2016 Religion & Spirituality TOP 10. Her novels have been named to Library Journal Reviews’ Best Books and RT Book Reviewers’ Choice Awards Best lists for 2014 & 2015, and received 2015 & 2017 INSPY Award nominations. Kristy’s first Bible studies, THE VERSE MAPPING SERIES, will release in 2018.

Kristy holds a degree in Art History/Research Writing, and has 15 years of experience in education and leadership development from a Fortune-100 Corporation. Kristy lives in Indiana with her husband and three sons, and could probably be bribed with a coconut mocha latte and a good read.

Visit Kristy online at www.KristyCambron.com, Twitter: @KCambronAuthor, Facebook: Kristy-Cambron-Author, Instagram: KristyCambron.

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Thanks for stopping by lovelies and have a wonderful weekend!

Take care and happy reading!!!

sincerelykjologo