Title: Stolen September
Author: M.C. Cerny
Genre: Military Romance
Cover Designer: The Author Buddy, Perrin Brunson
Publication Date: November 19th, 2019
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
Blurb:
Six weeks of bliss. That's all I had with him before he left without a goodbye.
Thirteen weeks of misery and he shows up on my doorstep thinking he can win me back.
The only thing Henry Edward Andrews is getting is a sucker punch to the gut.
My Honeybee has a sting despite her sweetness.
I made a mistake. A big mistake. I screwed up, but I'm back and I don't want to let her go.
I've only got nine days to change her mind, but I'm a Marine and we don't give up.
NOW LIVE!
M.C. Cerny fell in love with books after experiencing her first real ugly cry reading, Where The Red Fern Grows. Her debut romantic suspense novel, Flashpoint, was written in a series of post-it-note ramblings that would likely make her idol Tom Clancy and her mother blush. She is a post graduate of NYU and calls rural NJ home with her menagerie of human and feline fur-babies. When M.C. is not writing, you’ll find her lurking in Starbucks, running stupid marathons, singing Disney show tunes, and searching out the perfect shade of pink nail polish.
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Excerpt One:
“Didn’t you miss me?†His lips turn in a panty melting grin.
“Nope.†I pop and roll my eyes when he frowns. I sigh admitting in a whisper, “I missed you liked peanut butter misses jelly.†It hurts to think about how inseparable we were.
Excerpt Two:
“We could play twenty questions, but I’d rather hear what you want to do.†Tank’s fingers dragged up my leg in a lazy caress under the table and from prying eyes that makes my heart leap.
I lean over and whisper in his ear, my lips touching the bottom shell of his lobe, my breath warm against his neck. “I want you to take me home.†My voice shakes on the last word and Tank topples over in his chair standing up. He’s like a bull in a china shop trying to get to me even though I’m less than a foot away.
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