Today we have a book blast for Shari Ryan’s Tag!!! And to celebrate the sale she’s running, Shari is sharing an exclusive excerpt and a fantastic giveaway.
Blurb:
What if your family had a big secret . . . a life changing secret. My dad, the bigwig CIA agent, was always on the run, whether he was being chased or doing the chasing. I missed him. Then my mom passed away, and my sister was murdered. I turned my solitude to strength because the alternative was too bleak.
But my luck seemed to turn: I met Tango. And while I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my twenty-two years, danger lurks around every corner and I simply can’t take the chance of it finding me. But his tattoos, his smell, his darkness, and his body— that marine has taken over my every thought. But, what if he too isn’t what I think? A ticking time bomb isn’t going to leave me much time to waver. Even the bravest person can be in need of a miracle.
Before she was gone, my mom warned me to know everyone and trust no one. But what was I supposed to do when I found out I am the one not to be trusted? Turns out, I was always the bait in this conspiracy.
In author Shari J. Ryan’s gripping novel, TAG, the canyons hold secrets, the waterfalls provide safety, and romance has a pesky way of showing up when you are sweaty and dirty and least expect it.
Exclusive Excerpt:
I've been seated among the dozens of other passengers for the past two
hours, watching the gate times change a number of times before I see the plane
actually arrive. Just as I'm powering my phone down, preparing to board, an
awful stench burns my nose from a few inches away. A middle-aged man with
greasy black hair and a thick lip-covering mustache who smells exactly like the
inside of a port-a-potty has found a reason to sit directly beside me in a row
of empty seats. When my eyes unfortunately meet his, he takes the opportunity
to speak to me. "Heading to Boston?" he asks. I raise my eyebrows and
force a tightlipped smile. I simply follow that with a nod and give him a no
shit look. "I heard winter's coming early this year," he continues.
"Cool," I mumble with a sigh. I pull a magazine out of my bag
and open it in front of my face, hoping to block my vision of the man's
blackened-stained grin. But it's only seconds before I'm taken back when his
finger sweeps down the bare skin of my collarbone.
"What does that mean?" he asks, pointing to my tattoo.
With a smooth motion, I lay my magazine down onto my lap and place my
hand over his, giving him the false notion that I'm a gentle person. I take the
opportunity to offer him a slight smile before I twist his forefinger backwards
as far as it will go before the expectant snap. "I'm sorry," I say
sweetly. "Did I tell you it was okay to touch me?" I pull down a
little harder, and he smiles in response to the pain. But as I hold my hand
there, I see the smile begin to fade.
"It's a free country, chicky," he sputters as his tongue
knocks around between his bare gums.
"Why would you think it's okay to touch me?" I ask again,
keeping my voice calm, yet stern. He licks his lips and looks me up and down,
responding with only a look. "Do you go around touching girls half your
age because you feel it's okay?"
He clears his throat and looks around to see who's watching or
listening, but I don't move my eyes from his. "Why not?" he says,
shrugging his bony shoulders. "Besides, you're definitely asking for
it."
He thinks I'm asking for it? I'm wearing a fucking scoop neck, black
long sleeve shirt, jeans, and combat boots. "The only reason it's okay, is
because no one has ever probably told you no. But it occurs to me that after I snap
your finger off your hand, you won't be able to touch people inappropriately
anymore, will you?"
He hoots with laughter, dragging in attention he probably shouldn't
want. "You think you could break my finger, little chicklette?"
I pull his finger a little further, and his
smile grows. "Ow, stop. You're hurting me," he puckers his lips and
winks at me.
"Oh, look, it's your right hand. You a righty?" I turn his
hand over and see deep callouses bubbling on his palm. "Yes, you are. So,
if I rip this thing off, you wouldn't miss it, right?" I turn his hand
back over and glare into his beady eyes. He's questioning my words. He's unsure
of my capabilities. And that's fine. "Sound okay to you? Or are you going
to leave and stop touching people?" His smile fades and his eyes widen. I
release his hand and offer him a smart-ass smile. "Oh, and the tattoo
means death. It's a Maori Warrior symbol. They used to eat their enemies once
they slaughtered them. Cool, huh?"
I see his Adam's apple struggle to move. He lifts his bag from the
ground and nearly trips over his own feet, darting away.
I reopen my magazine to the page I was reading and refocus my attention
on an article as I hear a soft chuckle coming from the other side of me. I turn
to see who was enjoying the free entertainment and I'm faced with a man who
looks to be either a wrestler or in the military--black shaven hair, stiff jaw
and bulging muscles on every inch of his arms. His eyes are currently focused
on a book, and I suppose he could have been laughing at that, rather than me.
But as I question it, his large shamrock green eyes lift and look right at me.
A slight grin tugs on the corner of his lips, and he winks so quickly I'm
questioning whether it was me who might have blinked. Before I can react, he
stands up and walks away.
I swallow hard and refocus my attention on the magazine once more.
Stupid attractive man causing a moment of feebleness. I didn't react, though.
He winked at me. I think. And I didn't make a snide comment or scowl. Weakness.
I let out a few short breaths, regaining my composure. He's gone. It's
fine.
About Shari Ryan:
Bestselling author, Shari J. Ryan, hails from Central Massachusetts where she lives with her hubby and two lively little boys. Ryan has published the 3-book Schasm Series for Romantic Suspense/Thriller fans. TAG is her first book written solely for the Romantic Suspense audience, and she is hard at work on Red Nights, a standalone coming this spring.
To learn more, visit her at: www.sharijryan.com
Tag sounds great.
ReplyDeleteTag is an intriguing book to read. I love the excerpt.
ReplyDeleteI would really love to read this book ,Tag sounds like a really interesting book, Thank you !
ReplyDeleteI have seen this book around on quite a few blogs and it really does look promising! I am not sure it is for me but I know a lot of others would be very interested in it.
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