Wednesday, July 08, 2015

CONFUSION REIGNS IN MYSTERY, EVERYWHERE IT'S YOU, BY C. B. SALEM


EVERYWHERE IT'S YOU
by C.B. Salem

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EVERYWHERE IT’S YOU Blurb:

Legal investigator Kristina Andersen has been drugged.

It started when she came into work and was tasked with finding the firm's biggest client: the intense, enigmatic pharmaceuticals billionaire Landon Tatum.

She'd just had a sexy encounter with him while working a birthday party undercover at a seedy strip club the previous night. Now he's missing, and she needs to find him.

Problem: the drug coursing through her veins makes it so every man she sees looks like the man she's looking for.

And that's just the start of it.



EVERYWHERE IT’S YOU Excerpt:

Keeping his eyes on hers, he took a brief sip of the champagne. Probably had to hide his distaste. “Have I seen you before?”

She shook her head. “I don’t believe so, Mr. Tatum.”

Even knowing it was coming, her breath caught in her throat. Listen to that. Mr. Tatum. Like she was a nervous English servant. What was the matter with her? Her brothers would have laughed up a storm. Hell, Anna would have laughed in her face.

“You know my name.” It was a statement, not a question.

Her last night’s self licked her lips and shrugged. “I suppose so.”

“That seems a bit unfair.” He leaned forward almost imperceptibly, closing the gap between them so that she caught the briefest trance of his scent. A warm shiver eased down her spine. She was more into this than she wanted to admit. “What’s your name?”

And here—thankfully¬—she’d loosened up a bit. She said the words in her head as she heard them aloud. “Do you want my stage name or my real one?”

That wasn’t a bad line. She’d snapped out of it quickly enough, anyway. Tatum smiled full-on now, and the effect was half charming, half-titillating. “I didn’t realize the women wearing your outfit got on stage.”

“Not tonight,” she bluffed, her voice low and throaty. She’d really been getting into it, hadn’t she? More people needed to watch themselves flirt in Recall to see how ridiculous they were. “But maybe if you come back another night you can see me up there.”


Author Bio:

C.B. Salem lives, writes, and dreams in Chicago. When she isn’t reading or plotting the next scene in her book, she enjoys cooking new dishes and having quality cuddles with her two dogs: Murphy and Oliver.

Website: www.cbsalem.com
Twitter: @cbsalem

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6 comments:

Jessica Schank Snow said...

I enjoyed reading the excerpt.
Thanks for the giveaway! =)

Goddess Fish Promotions said...

Thanks for hosting!

Unknown said...

Thanks so much for hosting my tour. I hope your readers enjoy the excerpt (already one with you Jessica!) and eventually the book. Good luck to all with the giveaway!

Caroline Clemmons said...

Thanks for sharing with us today, C. B. Best wishes for continued success.

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Mary Preston said...

A great excerpt thank you.