Tuesday, January 16, 2018

What horrible secret is hidden by DEADLY DECEPTION?


I’m so excited to share details about my new release and to give you a peek into my writing process. One of the best things about being a pantser (i.e. someone who writes by the seat of her pants instead of planning or outlining first) is that I never know where the plot or characters are going to lead me. I began writing DEADLY DECEPTION with the premise that one character’s deception regarding a horrible family secret would have fatal consequences. As the story developed, I discovered more and more characters—including the hero and heroine—needed to hide something. By the end, nearly every character was guilty of deception. So the burning question became whether Sean and Jessie could survive a ton of deception to have their second chance at love.

DEADLY DECEPTION

When her mother disappears, Jessica Hargrove’s life begins to unravel. And her problems are only just beginning. A horrible secret has been revealed, threatening to destroy three generations of her family, and the one person who may be able to help her is the man she’s never stopped loving, the man who once broke her heart.

LAPD Detective Sean Burke is back in his small hometown, pondering if his career in the big city is what he really wants anymore. As painful as it is to see Jessie again, she needs him. He can’t walk away when she’s about to lose everything she holds dear. But will what he discovers ruin their second chance at love?

Excerpt:
A voice called to Sean through the darkness, but he couldn’t make out the words over the jackhammering in his head. The constant pounding seemed to be pulling him up, up, up, like the crank on the back of a tow truck. If the pain ricocheting around his body was any indication of what awaited him at the top, he wasn’t sure he wanted to surface.

The voice came again, louder, clearer. The rhythmic beating quieted. The cocooning darkness faded. The throbbing pain increased.

“Sean Burke, don’t you dare die on me. If I kill you, I want to do it with my bare hands, not my car. Do you hear me?”

“Yeah. Loud…and clear,” he mumbled. He managed to open his eyes a slit, but the world was a blur.

Jessie squealed. “Oh, thank God, you’re not dead.”

“I got…the message. You want…to use…your hands.” He groaned at the effort required to speak and let his eyes close. His chest ached as if his lungs had been crushed and were working overtime to inflate. Warm liquid ran down the right side of his face. He wanted to touch it, but his hands wouldn’t respond to his brain. Not good. Not good at all.

“Sean, wake up. Are you all right?”

“What do…you think? You hit me…with a car,” he muttered without opening his eyes. “Slapping me is one thing. Running me down…is over the top.”

“I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t know it was you. I thought you were the person who took my mother. I mean I didn’t try to hit him either. I was calling Luke and dropped my phone. Then I ran off the road.”

Her barrage of words bounced off his brain like sleet on concrete. He flinched.

“Oh no, you’re in pain. Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere.” When he opened his eyes, her panicked expression gave him some satisfaction.

“Your head is bleeding bad. I should call an ambulance.” She rose from her knees.

“No,” he ground out.

She stopped and rubbed her hand across her forehead. “Well okay. I know. I’ll call Luke.”

“Fuck no,” he snapped, more emphatic this time, and paid the price with a lightning bolt inside his skull.

“But…but…” She dropped back onto her knees next to him. “I’ve got to stop the bleeding.” She leaned across him and moved his hood away from the injury. “Ugh. Your sweatshirt and cut are full of dirt and gravel. I need something clean to press against it. Do you have anything?”

“Not…handy.” He grimaced as a wave of nausea swept through him.

Jessie glanced around in the darkness. Did she expect something to magically show up? His gaze dropped to her clothes.

“What about your sweatshirt?” he asked.

“My sweatshirt?”

“Yeah. This is your fault, after all. You can at least ruin a piece of clothing on my behalf.” He cringed inwardly at the unintended anger in his tone.

“Uh, well, okay.” She glanced around nervously.

Well hell, wasn’t he worth a simple piece of clothing? All he was asking for was a damn sweatshirt, not some expensive dress or something. What was her problem?

Jessie sighed and pulled the sweatshirt over her head. Sean almost choked when her bare breasts bounced into view. And an awesome view it was. Despite his blurred vision and nausea, his dick hardened at the sight.

Avoiding his gaze, Jessie leaned over him again. Her position put a tantalizing nipple within reach. He bit down on his tongue to keep it in his mouth. If he licked her nipple, he was sure she’d get in her car and run him over. Again. Forward and reverse, for good measure.

Buy links:
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About Marissa:
I'm a wife, writer, chocoholic, and animal lover, not necessarily in that order. As a little girl, I cut pictures of people out of my mother’s magazines and turned them into characters in my simple stories. Now I write edgy romantic thrillers, steamy contemporary romance, and sexy paranormal romantic suspense. My stories will titillate your mind as well as your libido. I live in sunny Southern California with my husband, but enjoy traveling from Athens to Anchorage to Acapulco and many locations in between.

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24 comments:

  1. Love your process and the premise for the story! Your cover is fab! *sigh* Best of luck with your release!

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    1. Thanks, Darcy. How the story evolved surprised me, but ya gotta go where the characters tell you to.

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  2. Congratulations! This looks fabulous! Best wishes, and lots of sales, for your new release!

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  3. What a scene!!! Best of luck for a great release!!

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    1. Ha! Thanks. There's more where that come from. LOL

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  4. Your process mirrors mine. I find that exciting and, oh, the surprises! Best wishes on your new release.

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    1. True that! I'll be writing along, thinking I know where the story is going, and wham! A character says, "No, I want to do X instead of Y." Go figure. Thanks!

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  5. Sounds really intriguing, Marissa. Good luck with sales!

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  6. Oooh, sounds good! Congratulations on the release.

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    1. Thanks, Livia! Lots of knots and butterflies.

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  7. Oh wow, Marissa, sounds amazing! Love that cover!!
    Good luck and God's blessings
    PamT

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  8. This looks like a great story! Congratulations!

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  9. Wow! This sounds like a great story! Good luck to you!

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  10. Wow, that's awesome how the story developed. I could NOT write a novel by the seat of my pants. I'm lost without a plot. Your method certainly works for you. Congrats on the release. Looks amazing!

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    1. Thanks, Alicia. I've been lucky as a pantser so far, but I've read horror stories where authors have written themselves into a corner and had to delete thousands of words. That would be NO fun!

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  11. This does sound good. The touch of humor, even in a serious situation, bodes well.

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    1. Thanks, Patricia! I agree. I try to give readers a bit of a break from the heart-pounding tension. Otherwise, the thriller plot can get overwhelming.

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  12. Nice premise, with lots of opportunities for plot bunnies and twists. Congratulations on your new release!

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    1. Thanks, Sharon. This one definitely keeps readers on their toes.

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