With: Lea Griffith
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Kingston McNally lost men when someone betrayed his team,
and now he’s out for retribution. His quest for the enemy’s courier leads him
to Cameroon and Allie Redding, a petite Peace Corps volunteer as stubborn as
she is brave. Their attraction is immediate, but Allie has secrets of her
own…and she’s not giving them up easily.
But their secrets could burn them both
Allie’s life has been spent
hiding in plain sight, but she’s had enough of her cloak-and-dagger existence.
On her way home, her plane is hijacked—and King saves her life. But that
doesn’t mean she owes him anything…even if he is the most damnably sexy man
she’s ever laid eyes on. He’s got black ops and secrets written all over him,
and trust is a two-way street.
Lea Griffith has been reading
romance novels since a young age. She cut her teeth on the greats: McNaught,
Woodiwiss, and Garwood. She still consumes every romance book she can put her
hands on, and now she writes her own compelling romantic suspense. Lea lives
with her husband and three teenage daughters in rural Georgia. Website | Twitter | Facebook
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LETTER TO THE READERS
Hello, Readers! My name is Lea
Griffith and I’m here to tell you a little bit about myself and my upcoming
release, Flash of Fury, the first full-length story in my Endgame Ops series.
Where should I start? How we start with some personal stuff? Everybody likes
personal stuff, yeah?
Okay, here we go—you get five personal
facts though to be honest I’m long-winded so I’ll say five but it will probably
end up being lots more. Sharing is caring, lol.
- I’m married with three teenage daughters ages 16, 17, and just
turned 19. I think I’m still sane. (Would I know if I wasn’t? J)
- I spend my days mimicking a Practice Administrator for two
very busy internal medicine offices in Athens, Georgia. I’ve been in the
medical field for a long, long time and again, I’m still sane. Same
disclaimer from #1 applies.
- I graduated from Brenau University a long, long time ago in a
land far, far away. I have a Bachelors of Science degree. I majored in
Biology and minored in Chemistry. See disclaimer from #2.
- I LOVE reading. The only thing I love doing more is writing.
I like to hunt, hate to fish, and I really, really enjoy spending time
with my mom and kids. Hubs too when I can pull him away from Real
Housewives episodes. The man has a serious heart-on for reality TV. *sigh*
Again, I’m going to reference the disclaimer from #3.
- Favorite authors you ask? Julie Garwood, Kathleen Woodiwiss, Linda Howard. Favorite books of all time? The Wolf and the Dove by Kathleen Woodiwiss, Kiss Me While I Sleep by Linda Howard, The Prize by Julie Garwood, and one more—Wildcard by Lora Leigh. That’s my authors and books. You now know more about me than some of my family members, lol!
And now that I’ve given you deets on
me, let me bend your ear (or would that be your eyes?) about my Endgame Ops
series. If you like your heroes incredibly alpha and you like your heroines
strong enough to take them on and give it right back, I think I’ve got a few
stories cooking for you.
Suspense, heat, and overwhelming
connections abound as you enter a world of shadows and intrigue. Each story of
my Endgame Ops series brings you closer to a truth you may not be able handle.
So watch your step because danger is around every corner and Endgame’s story is
just beginning with my upcoming release, Flash of Fury. Let me introduce you to
King and Allie. Prepare yourself.
Kingston McNally lost
men when someone betrayed his team, and now he's out for retribution. His quest
for the enemy's courier leads him to Cameroon and Allie Redding, a petite Peace
Corps volunteer as stubborn as she is brave. Their attraction is immediate, but
Allie has secrets of her own...and she's not giving them up easily.
Allie's life has been spent hiding in plain sight, but she's had enough of her cloak-and-dagger existence. On her way home, her plane is hijacked-and King saves her life. But that doesn't mean she owes him anything...even if he is the most damnably sexy man she's ever laid eyes on. He's got black ops and secrets written all over him, and trust is a two-way street.
Allie's life has been spent hiding in plain sight, but she's had enough of her cloak-and-dagger existence. On her way home, her plane is hijacked-and King saves her life. But that doesn't mean she owes him anything...even if he is the most damnably sexy man she's ever laid eyes on. He's got black ops and secrets written all over him, and trust is a two-way street.
Flash of Fury is a fast-paced, action-packed story of survival and how in the
midst of the most harrowing circumstances, love can find a way to sneak in and
knock you on your behind. With both of them hiding secrets, they’ll have to
find a way to survive terrorists and each other.
I hope, with everything in me, that
you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Now what are you waiting for? Go read
ALL THE WORDS!
Lea
PS It’s your turn to tell me a little
about you—fave authors? Fave reads? Are you still sane? Remember, sharing is
caring.
EXCERPT
Allie
feared she wasn’t going to make her flight, and damn but she really needed to
be on that plane. She weaved through the throngs of people in the main
terminal, dodging hysterically crying children and obstinate old folks, and
trying not to knock down anyone else who refused to get the heck out of her
way.
“Final call for Air France flight 1701
to Paris, France, boarding now,” the gate hostess said in a lilting, accented
voice over the intercom.
Allie was flying to Paris and then
catching a flight to DC. Home was eighteen hours away if everything connected properly.
She pushed her heavy blond hair out of her face, breathed deeply, and smiled at
the woman as she handed her the boarding pass. The woman shooed her through. So close to home.
Exhilaration pumped through Allie’s body, a sweet, cooling relief. She pulled
her carry-on behind her down the loading ramp. The tick, tick, splat of rain on the
dock’s tin roof reminded her that it was monsoon season in Cameroon. She
definitely wouldn’t miss the rain. The people were a different story. She’d
miss them like crazy. But she’d be back.
She stepped into the plane and nodded
at an attendant.
“Welcome aboard, mademoiselle,” the
flight attendant said with a smile.
She would miss that too—the sound of
French and all the beautiful dialectal diversity in this country. But home
called and she couldn’t wait.
Visions of manicures, pedicures, and
McDonald’s french fries danced in her head as she practically skipped down the
aisle of the 747.
Allie found her seat, lowered the
handle of her carry-on, and was beginning to lift it to the overhead
compartment when a large, tanned hand covered hers and took the bag.
Shock—that was the word that came to
her mind. The man had shocked her, a current running from his hand to hers.
Allie shivered.
“Let me help,” a deep voice rumbled.
The man had been seated in her row next to the window. She’d noticed him at a
distance as she walked down the plane’s center aisle.
Now, she sighed in relief, grateful
for his presence as she allowed her gaze to drift up the man’s arm, to his
neck, to his…sweet little baby Jesus in a manger…his face.

Her gaze lowered, once again noticing
the strong column of his neck and the breadth of his chest, the width of his
shoulders. She had the irrational urge to raise her hand and request permission
to continue staring at him.
Then she slammed right into his gaze,
and Allie almost swallowed her tongue. His eyes were the green of an Irish
hillside and his lips, curving at her perusal, begged sin. All kinds of hot,
sweaty, lick-me-all-over, then-dive-back-in sin. The thought had her stepping
back.
His eyes smoldered before he blinked.
That single instant of reprieve allowed her to get her shit together—okay,
almost together.
“Thanks,” she murmured as she quickly
sat her behind in the aisle seat of her row. She tried to concentrate on breathing
evenly. The sexy bastard had stolen the oxygen from her lungs. Allie wasn’t a
believer in insta-love, but insta-lust? She’d just become very familiar with
that concept.
“We’ll be leaving shortly. Please make
sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage is stowed
underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins,” a flight
attendant said over the speaker.
To distract herself from thoughts of
Mr. Lick-Me-All-Over, who continued to stand in the aisle beside her, Allie
focused on her go-to fantasy—McDonald’s french fries. She closed her eyes,
imagining the crisp, salty goodness. She took a deep breath, and all thought of
french fries disappeared. She smelled evergreens and mint. Her body tightened
and she looked up.
“Excuse me,” Mr. LMAO said. The
acronym had her snorting, to which he raised an eyebrow.
“Um,” she stammered. “Yeah?”
“Are you okay here?” he asked in a
deep baritone that seriously rearranged pieces inside Allie’s abdomen. “If you
are, I need to get past you to my seat.”
His hand rested on the seat behind her
head, and as she moved so as not to crane her neck, her cheek brushed his hand.
The zing she felt in the pit of her
stomach was ferocious. More like a lightning bolt. Similar to the jolt she’d
experienced earlier, only way more intense. She really didn’t need intense
right now. Fries. She needed fries.
“Uh, well, okay?” She was a mess in
the face of all that hotness.
He smiled, which the most beautiful
thing she’d ever seen on any man—ever.
“I think what I’m asking,” he began
and sighed as if he had the patience of Job, “is do you want the aisle or the
window?”
She stared up at him, and his brows
lowered. Then it hit her. “Oh! Aisle is fine, thanks,” she murmured as she
started to stand so he could sit down.
His face tightened as if he’d argue,
but then he brushed by her to his seat and there it was—the holy grail of
backside views. She thought she heard angels singing and somebody yelling,
“Hallelujah.” Allie shook her head. Her palms itched again, and she rubbed them
on her jeans.
She couldn’t sit beside him. Not Mr.
LMAO, with his minty, evergreen smell and his Irish eyes a-smilin’. No, no, no…
Well we do have something in common other than questionable sanity. My favorite author - Julie Garwood. The first romance I read and still one of my favorites, THE PRIZE by Julie Garwood. one of my other favorites from the same reading time period - THE WOLF AND THE DOVE. For suspense, Lisa Gardner's GONE and Iris Johnson's THE SEARCH were good.
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