Book Tour & GIVEAWAY ~ Hell or High Water (Lost and Found, Inc. #1) By Jerrie Alexander

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When ex-SEAL Nate Wolfe learns a woman from his past is in danger, nothing will stop him from protecting her. Not even her.

Dallas Child Protection Services Investigator Kay Taylor doesn't want or need Nate in her life. But he doesn't seem to understand the word no. He seems to also have forgotten the brand he left on her heart.

When Kay is taken and sold to a monster, the devil himself couldn't stop Nate from doing whatever it takes to find her...but will he be in time?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

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A chill slammed into her. Again, somebody’s eyes on her sent a shiver up her arms. She whirled.

A black Harley was parked down the block. She paused at the rear of the
car and stared at the rider. Odd that he would park away from the funeral crowd and sat there watching. Damn, the black visor did not stop the burn as his gaze bore down on her. Her breath caught. Was this the man who had saved her? Wearing a black leather jacket and matching helmet, the man sat motionless.

She started toward him, and the rider stepped off the bike. If this were her ninja, she would demand answers after she thanked him. He turned his back to her and then removed the helmet. His fingers wound through shoulder-length black hair, tying the strands together with a piece of leather. There was something vaguely familiar about him. His movements. His shoulders. His hands.

He turned to face her, and her heart rate raced toward the ozone.

“Hello, Kaycie.”

Ten years of missing Nate Wolfe boiled over. He was here. Here. She sprang into his arms, clutched his broad shoulders, and leaned into his hard-as-a-rock chest. God, his scent, a mixture of leather, woodsy cologne, and virile man washed over her. Damn. Her body betrayed her by melting into him.

“Nate,” she whispered into his neck. “You saved me.” Her flesh heated when his large hands flexed against the small of her back and drew her closer.

“Come hell or high water,” he whispered, his warm breath sending heat streaks across her skin.

A split-second passed before memories of his lying tongue using that same phrase so many years ago hit her. A volcano of heartbreak erupted and spewed forth.

“Don’t touch me”, she spit the words at him while scrambling out of reach. “And don’t you dare say that to me. Ever.”

“You hugged me.” His eyes went wide and he held his hands up in surrender.

Damn him and his Cheshire cat grin. Kay plowed her right fist into his jaw. God, pain shot up her arm. His head barely moved. Still, she relished the snap of his teeth. Obviously, she did not hit him hard enough. He rubbed his scruffy jaw while that sexy little smile inched right back up his cheeks.

“Why are you following me?” Her knuckles hurt like hell, but he would never know.

“What?” He held his hands in front of him, palms up. “No good to see you, Nate? No how you been? No nothing.”

“I’ll try this again, slower. Why. Are. You. Fol—”

“We need to talk.” The fun left his gaze. The sparkle dimmed to seriousness.

She stepped further away and sent him a glare designed to blister his flesh from head to toe. Unaffected, he picked up the cell phone earpiece she’d knocked off and reattached it to his ear while never taking his navy blue eyes off her.

“No, we don’t. Thank you for saving my life. Now do what you do best. Go away.” She spun on her heel. Rubbing her now swelling hand, Kay stalked straight to her waiting friend.

“You okay?” Holly asked over the top of the car before she slid behind the wheel.

“If I didn’t break my fist on his cement jaw, I will be.” Kay stabbed her seatbelt a second time before fastening it properly. She cursed the tears welling. Cursed the feel his warm body imprinted on her breasts. Cursed the memories that sent her heart spinning.

Holly dropped her .380 in her purse.

“Did you take that in church this morning?”

“Yep. God knows I carry. And the law gave me a permit. Glad I had it, because I did not know what the hell was going down when you hit him. Who was the hunk?”

“Nate Wolfe.”

“Holy shit. The guy from college?”

“The same. He has been watching me. I’m sure of it.”

“I should’ve shot him.” Holly punched the gas pedal, ignoring the speed bumps.

“Thanks for having my back. And for getting the concealed carry license.”

“I’m never without protection. Or a gun.” Holly chuckled at her own joke. “Where to?”

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 Guest Post By Jerrie:

Thank you for having me on your blog. I'm excited to get to know your friends and introduce them to my soon to be released romantic suspense, HELL or HIGH WATER, book 1 in The Lost and Found, Inc series.

My husband and I played poker at a friend's house Friday night, where I lost at least twenty dollars. We do live a wild and crazy lifestyle. On the drive over, I'm pushing buttons on the radio, which drives my honey insane. Something outside (probably something shiny) caught my attention, and with finger hovering, I paused, paying little attention to two men talking on the radio.

From the corner of my consciousness, I heard one of the men had worked with Elvis Presley. He insisted singing wasn't Elvis' occupation.

Why? Because your occupation is how you earn a living, and Elvis sang because it was his vocation. He was 'called' to sing. Had to sing. Couldn't have stopped singing if he'd tried. Now, aren't we lucky that Elvis' occupation and vocation went hand in hand?
For some reason those words resonated with me. In fact, it was one of the few things I'd heard on the radio that made perfect sense.

I worked for years in logistics, not a glamorous profession, and truth be told, I entered with the plan to only work long enough to buy myself a new car. The new car came, but I stayed and rose up through the ranks, pushing that glass ceiling out of my way. The pay was great, I traveled all over the USA, and the people were wonderful.

The job was my occupation.

So what's different now?

I wasn't compelled to do that job. In fact, when the contract ended, I decided to concentrate on my writing. Why? Because I have to write. I couldn't stop writing if I tried.

Telling stories has always been my passion. To transport a reader to a different place or time, to touch a reader with my words, that's my greatest desire. I try very hard to accomplish that on every page of every book.

Now who would have thought I had anything in common with the King of Rock and Roll? But I do.

Writing is my vocation.

I hope readers see that passion in my books.

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Author Bio:

A student of creative writing in her youth, Jerrie set aside her passion when life presented her with a John Wayne husband, and two wonderful children. A career in logistics offered her the opportunity to travel to many beautiful locations in America, and she revisits them in her romantic suspense novels.  But the characters went with her, talked to her, and insisted she share their dark, sexy stories with others. She writes alpha males and kick-ass women who weave their way through death and fear to emerge stronger because of, and on occasion in spite of, their love for each other. She likes to torture people, make them suffer, and if they’re strong enough, they live happily ever after.

The author of THE GREEN-EYED DOLL, THE LAST EXECUTION, and her latest release, HELL or HIGH WATER, Book 1 in the Lost and Found, Inc. Series, Jerrie lives in Texas, loves sunshine, children’s laughter, sugar (human and granulated), and researching for her heroes and heroines.

~ Connect with Jerrie Alexander ~
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Giveaway Info:

Prize is 1 eBook copy of "Green-Eyed Doll" PLUS "Green-Eyed Doll" and "Hell or High Water" bookmarks. Contest is tour-wide, open internationally and ends Apr 16. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter. 

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  1. Jody, thank you for hosting my today. I'll be around all day!

  2. What a nice place to visit, Jody.
    Morning, Jerrie. I've read several of your books as they were in process so to speak, but not HELL OR HIGH WATER. And I gotta tell you, I can't wait to get my hands on a copy. Great excerpt. Love your comparison to Elvis. :) Good luck with the blog tour. Folks, this is one writer you don't want to miss.

  3. Thank you, Marsha! I appreciate your support.

  4. I read your first book, The Green-Eyed Doll, and WOW! What a gripping and intense read!! I personally can't wait for your next book to come out. This cover is beyond gorgeous!! Thank you, Ms. Alexander!!

  5. Anxiously awaiting the release of Hell or High Water...this cover is my favorite, by far. Definitely a "hunka hunka burnin' love!" lol

  6. Thank you Barb and Jackie! I wish I had a date for you...soon I hope.

  7. Thanks for the giveaway!

    mestith at gmail dot com

  8. Your welcome Meghan, good luck!

    Have a blessed day :-)

    God bless,


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