RELEASE BLITZ
Title: Torn
Series: Torn #3
Author: A.F. Crowell
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 18, 2015
BLURB
Torn between two
powerful men who adore her, ER nurse Leila Matthews has found the love of her
life...but the road to happily-ever-after is paved with betrayal, secrets, and
dead bodies.
FOREVER
For ER nurse Leila
Matthews, life has never been easy. Her father turned his back on their family
and her mother died young. Her cop brother’s near fatal gunshot wound brought
Brody Davis into her life, the handsome CEO who promised her the world but left
her pregnant with his child. Enter Jaxon Henderson, the sexy-as-sin VP of the
local MC. Friend first, he has become the great love of her life. Tall,
handsome, golden, his passion is matched only by his possessive and protective
nature. But Jaxon has dark secrets, and his deception tests Leila’s love to its
core.
Jaxon Henderson knows
three things: He loves Leila Matthews more than anything, he's lied to her, and
he’s sworn to secrecy about the danger and violence that gathers on the
horizon. To keep Leila safe, he must tell her all, but full disclosure has a
price, and that price may just be everything.
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EXCERPT
At
thirty-four weeks pregnant, dancing to the oldies was not on the menu. Neither
was sitting at Brody’s dining room table crying my heart out. Right after
blasting Funkytown, the DJ on WXLY
said, “Now here’s a problem.” then played Torn
Between Two Lovers. Like I needed to hear that shit.
I’d
spent the day contemplating how to tell Brody – my baby’s father – what I was
thinking, and where things stood with my fiancé, Jaxon. Yeah, my MC VP and I
had a lot of outstanding issues, but it had come time to make a decision. Brody
kissing me the night before did nothing to give me clarity. I had been doing a
decent job of organizing my discussion strategy when the damned song came on and
sent me into a tailspin.
When I was not a blubbering mess, I had spent the afternoon
in the kitchen making dinner. By the time Brody came home, I’d pulled myself
together – mostly.
He stood before me probably thinking my hormones got the
better of me - once again - when he asked, “What’s up Lei? We could’ve gone to
dinner. You really didn’t have to cook… but thank you,” he walked over and
kissed the top of my head. “How was your day?”
“Uh, fine, I guess.” I smiled half-heartedly, lost in my own
head.
“Well, it looks delicious.”
We ate mostly in silence as I screwed up my courage to say
what needed saying. “We need to talk, Brody,” I looked down so I wouldn’t have
to meet his eyes. The fork he was holding made a loud clank as he dropped it to
the plate.
“Yeah, we do,” he sighed. “Listen, I know things are
complicated and I’m making them worse. I wish, for your sake, I could tell you
that I was drunk last night and that I didn’t mean to kiss you… I guess I had
hoped it would be the beginning of us getting back together.”
Just as I opened my mouth to respond my cell started
ringing. My BFF Barb. I hit ignore.
Brody raised an eyebrow.
“Barb.” I waved my hand in the air. “I’ll call her back
later.” Then placed the phone on the table. “So last night-”
My cell started ringing again. I glanced over, “Huh. Barb
again.”
“Answer it. Maybe something’s wrong,”
“Hey Barb, I’m with Brody. Can I call you in a little-”
“Leila, honey, where are you?” she sounded frantic.
“I’m at Brody’s. What’s wrong?” Suddenly, I had an awful
feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“I need you to come to the ER now. Can you get Brody to
drive you?”
“What the hell’s going on?” My eyes widened as fear tore
through my chest and crept up my throat.
“I’ll explain when
you get here.” Barb stalled. “I don’t want you freaking out on the way. It’s
not good for the baby.”
“No way. What in the hell is going on? I’m not moving until
you tell me what’s wrong. What happened?” Full blown panic had set in. Worst
case scenarios ran through my head in rapid fire succession.
Brody grabbed the phone out of my hand. “Barb, its Brody.
What is going on? Leila is white as a sheet.”
I tried to grab the phone back, but he stood and began
pacing the room. Hearing nothing but watching his face turn into a mask of
stone, I felt the blood drain from my head.
“Fuck. Okay, we're on our way,” he hung up, stopped in front
of me, crouched down on one knee, but looked down at the hardwood floor.
Finally, he lifted his eyes to mine.
“What’s wrong?” The words were half stuck in my throat.
He clasped my hands between his. “I’ll explain on the way.
You need to grab your purse and use the bathroom. Just please try and stay
calm, okay?”
“Just tell me,” I whispered. I knew someone I loved was
dead.
He stood and walked to the doorway. “We’re wasting time. Go
to the bathroom, I’ll grab your purse and my phone and I’ll meet you in the
garage.”
Typical Brody, he walked away not giving me a whole lot of
choice but to do as he directed. When I met him in the garage, he had already
started the Viper, and had the garage door opened. Without a word, he helped me
in the car and we took off.
“Start talking Brody,” I demanded. “You said you’d explain
on the way.”
Staring straight ahead Brody finally spoke. “What I’m about
to say is going to be hard to hear, baby. You need to stay calm and think about
our daughter, okay?”
“Brody, please.” Tears pricked my eyes.
“Promise me. I need you to stay calm and be the ER nurse
right now.” He glanced over as we pulled onto the main road.
“Okay, okay. I promise. Now what’s happened? Is it my
brother?” I gripped the side of my seat.
“No. Drew is fine…,” he hesitated. “It’s Jaxon.”
For a moment I couldn’t process what I heard. “What? What
happened? Why is he in the ER?”
“I don’t know anything more than there was an incident with
the motorcycle gang-”
“Club,” I interrupted, correcting him.
“What?” He looked from the road to me for a split second.
“It’s a motorcycle club. Not a gang. They’re mostly military
vets, Brody, not thugs.”
“Okay. Whatever. Something went down and Jaxon was in the
middle of it. Drew is on his way to the ER. Barb said he’d meet us there.”
Brody eased onto the expressway and let the Henny do what she did best. She
rolled.
ALSO AVAILABLE IN
THE TORN SERIES
#1 Pushed
#2 Pulled
AUTHOR BIO
A.F. Crowell lives in Charleston, SC with her husband and
two sons. They have two dogs, Diesel, a German Shepherd rescue and Dez, a black
Labrador Retriever. She shares her love of books with her children, who have a
head start on becoming life-long readers.
Romance fiction hit her radar when her husband forced her to
watch Twilight one weekend when they were snowed in. That was it! From there
her love grew; Contemporary Romance, Paranormal, YA and Dystopian are her
preferred reads.
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