Today we
have the cover reveal for Tuck Me In
Tight by Jennifer Rebecca! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy
today:
Title: Tuck Me In Tight
Author: Jennifer
Rebecca
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Release
Day: May 28th
Cover by
Alyssa Garcia at Uplifting Designs.
About Tuck Me In Tight
George Washington Township, New Jersey has been relatively
quiet ever since it was turned upside down following a high profile kidnapping.
During the lull in excitement Detective Claire Goodnite has enjoyed being in
the love bubble with the sexy SAIC Wesley O’Connell.
Never fully believing that she was capable of a committed
relationship—with Wes or with anyone—leaves Claire feeling undeserving of the
elusive happily ever after. She has
never let herself enjoy what was within her grasp . . .
Until a string of murdered women dressed and posed like
sleeping dolls shakes the very foundation of everything Claire thought she
knew. Particularly when the only connection to be found between the three
victims is the man who finally stole her heart for keeps, Wes.
But it’s like she always said, she’s bad at love.
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Excerpt:
This is how my heart breaks
What. The. Fuck.
I had sat
down at my desk and opened the manila envelope that was left on top of my stack
of mail. It had seemed harmless enough.
But it
wasn’t.
I blink my
eyes over and over trying to make my brain process what it’s seeing but I
can’t. I can’t unsee the images in the stack of pictures in my hand. Giant
glossy eight by tens from different angles so there is absolutely no doubt that
my heart is breaking.
And it is
broken. It’s not just broken, it’s shattered.
“It’s not
what it looks like,” I hear from over my shoulder and I have to grit my teeth
to keep from screaming.
I shuffle
the pictures sliding the top one to the back of the stack so that I can see the
next in the row. This one is zoomed in. His head is tipped back and his face is
distorted in both lust and passion as she straddles his lap. Her hands hold his
to her breasts and I can see the play of tendons flex through them as he grips
them tight. It was only two nights ago that his hands were on my own breasts
much the same way as I rode his cock on the sofa.
“Claire,
did you hear me?” he asks but I shuffle the stack again.
In this picture, he has his arms
wrapped around her back and he’s pulling her close, her breasts mashed up
against his strong chest. Her hands with long, red painted talons press in on
either side of his face and as they kiss hungrily, their mouths open as their
tongues tangle.
“Goddamnit, Claire! Did you hear
me?” My spine turns to steal.
“I did. I’m
just choosing to ignore you,” I respond coolly.
“Don’t do
this, baby,” he pleads.
“I’m not
the one who did anything,” I snap.
“I can
explain.” But I’m not interested in listening to him plead a case where he is
more than guilty.
“I’m going
to need you to leave, Wes.”
“No.”
“This changes everything,” I say so
softly even I struggle to hear the words that are coming out of my mouth.
“This changes nothing! Fuck that,
Claire,” he yells. “You want to run away. You have always wanted to run away. And here is your fucking reason served
up to you on a goddamn silver platter.” Everyone around us in the bullpen is
doing everything they can to make it appear that they are not listening, not
studying the tragic demise of Claire and Wes with rapt attention, but we all
know that they are.
“No,” I
shout back as I throw the stack of glossy betrayal down on top of my desk as I
push my rolly chair back and stand. It slams into the desk behind mine. “You do
not get to come in here, where I work, and tell me that I am to blame for your
bullshit.”
“Okay,” he
says quickly as he holds his hands up in surrender. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I
can see you need time.”
“I need a
lot of things. One of them is definitely distance.”
“I don’t
know if I can give you that. I can’t lose you, baby.” His words burn hot behind
my eyes and the last thing I want is for the other guys in the bullpen to see
me cry.
“You should
have thought about that before you fooled around with that stripper.”
“Claire—”
he starts but I don’t let him finish.
“You need
to go now,” I say softly.
I stand with my feet apart, my hands
on my hips, and my head bowed as if I’m waiting for a blow. But I see him
clearly even if only in my peripheral. He looks at me and opens his mouth as if
he’s going to try to explain again. Something in my stance must have told him
it was a losing battle because he snaps his mouth closed before moving towards
the exit.
Wes pauses just before opening the
door to turn and look back at me, I see him in my peripheral, but I’m looking
at his lies and deceit spread across my desk for all to see. He pulls open the
door and then slams it on his way out. I’m Detective Claire Goodnite and this is
how my heart breaks.
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About the
Author:
Jennifer
is a thirty something lover of words, all words: the written, the spoken, the
sung (even poorly), the sweet, the funny, and even the four letter variety. She
is a native of San Diego, California where she grew up reading the Brownings
and Rebecca with her mother and Clifford and the Dog who Glowed in the Dark with her dad, much to her mother’s
dismay.
Jennifer
is a graduate of California State University San Marcos where she studied
Criminology and Justice Studies. She is also an Alpha Xi Delta.
10
years ago, she was swept off her feet by her very own sailor. Today, they are
happily married and the parents of a 8 year old and 6 year old twins. She can
often be found in East Texas on the soccer fields, drawing with her children,
or reading. Jennifer is convinced that if she puts her fitbit on one of the
dogs, she might finally make her step goals. She loves a great romance, an
alpha hero, and lots and lots of laughter.
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