Today's post is a Super Book Blast for Center Of Gravity, A Women's Fiction/Suspense book by Laura McNeill. As a book blast, there is no guest post or interview, but I will post a blurb, excerpt and author information for you. Laura will be awarding a $10 Amazon GC to a random winner using Rafflecopter.
After six years
behind the anchor desk at two CBS affiliates, Laura moved to the Alabama Gulf
Coast to raise her family. Her accolades in broadcasting include awards from
the Associated Press, including Best News Anchor and Best Specialized Reporter.
Laura works at
Spring Hill College as the school’s web content and social media manager and
is active in her community—participating in fundraisers for the American Cancer
Society, Ronald McDonald House, and Providence Hospital’s Festival of Flowers.
Laura was
recently awarded a 2-book deal with Thomas Nelson Publishing, a division of
HarperCollins. Her novel, Center of Gravity, set in Mobile, Ala., will be
published in July of 2015. Laura is represented by Elizabeth Winick Rubenstein,
president of McIntosh and Otis literary agency in New York. Her writing awards
include those from William Faulkner-Wisdom Creative Writing Competition,
Writer’s Digest, RWA, and the Eric Hoffer competition.
She holds a
master’s degree in journalism from The Ohio State University and a bachelor’s
degree in English from Clarion University of Pennsylvania. She is currently
pursuing a second master’s degree in interactive technology from the University
of Alabama. She is a native of Upstate New York and currently resides near the
Alabama Gulf Coast with her two children.
Author's
Website: http://lauramcneill.com/
Author's Blog: http://lauramcneill.com/layouts/blog/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/LauraMcNeillBks
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/lauram052
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Her whole life, Ava
Carson has been sure of one thing: she doesn’t measure up to her mother’s
expectations. So when Mitchell Carson sweeps into her life with his adorable
son, the ready-made family seems like a dream come true.
In the blink of an eye,
she’s married, has a new baby, and life is grand.
Or is it?
When her
picture-perfect marriage begins unraveling at the seams, Ava convinces herself
she can fix it. It's temporary. It’s the stress. It’s Mitchell’s tragic history
of loss.
If only Ava could
believe her own excuses.
Mitchell is no longer
the charming, thoughtful man she married. He grows more controlling by the day,
revealing a violent jealous streak. His behavior is recklessly erratic, and the
unanswered questions about his past now hint at something far more sinister
than Ava can stomach. Before she can fit the pieces together, Mitchell files
for divorce and demands full custody of their boys.
Fueled by fierce love
for her children and aided by Graham Thomas, a new attorney in town —Ava takes
matters into her own hands, digging deep into the past. But will finding the
truth be enough to beat Mitchell at his own game?
Center of Gravity
weaves a chilling tale, revealing the unfailing and dangerous truth that
things—and people—are not always what they seem.
Excerpt from Center of Gravity
When your
children are stolen, the pain swallows you whole. Logic fades, reason retreats.
Desperation permeates the tiniest crevices of your mind. Nothing soothes the
ache in your wounded soul.
Right in front
of me, my sweet, charmed life fell to pieces. Everything destroyed; a
hailstorm’s wrath on a field of wildflowers. All I’d known—gone. Foolish me,
I’d believed in magic, clung tight to false promises. The lies, spoken from
tender lips, haunt me now, follow me, and whisper into my ear like a scorned
lover.
What’s left is
emptiness.
Give up, a voice urges. Let go.
No! I argue
back. My children aren’t gone. Not yet. Precious
and delicate, tiny fossils, they exist in glass-boxed isolation. Hidden.
Protected.
And so tonight,
I run. Blood pulses through my legs, my muscles protest; my lungs scream for
more oxygen. Thick storm clouds brew in the distance. The rain falls in
blinding sheets. The force of it pricks my skin like needles, but the pain only
makes me push harder.
I will rescue
them.
Lightning
flashes across the wet driveway. The bulk of his truck looms large in the black
night. I skid to a stop and catch my breath, pressing a hand to my heaving
chest.
They’re here.
My children are here.
Thunder booms
and crashes, nearer now, the wind whips my hair. A gust tosses tree branches to
the ground. Birds cry and flutter to safety. An escaped sandbox bucket spins,
clattering on the blacktop.
I grasp the
railing and pull myself up the steps. At the top, the door’s shiny-slick with
water and humidity. Mother Nature howls and drowns out my knocking.
“Hello! Can you
hear me?” With my palm open wide, I slap at the barrier, willing it to open. I
will rescue my children. I will rescue them . . . or I will die trying.
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