No Angels for Christmas by Petie McCarty Book Tour and Giveaway :)
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Angels for Christmas
The
Mystery Angel Romance Series Book 2
by
Petie McCarty
Genre:
Cozy Mystery, Romantic Suspense
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Angels for Christmas. . . a cozy romantic mystery with suspense from
The Mystery Angel Romances series. An angel hidden in every book
waiting for you to figure out the angel’s identity . . .
Child
psychologist Rachel Kelly isn't quite sure how to handle the
situation with her newest client—a six-year-old boy who says he can
talk to angels and one is coming to help Rachel. She already has her
hands full of trouble this Christmas season, and things quickly take
a turn for the worse when a stalker crashes Rachel's Christmas party
and takes her young clients hostage.
Police negotiator, Lt.
Jake Dillon, walked away from his fiancée Rachel when she suddenly
balked at having kids. His kids. Yet when the hostage crisis erupts,
Rachel calls Jake first. Now he has a choice to make—stand back and
wait for the cavalry to save Rachel or step in and try to save her
himself. Time is running out, and Jake may be their only chance for
rescue.
Unless Rachel's little angel-spying client is telling
the truth…
Jake whipped his BMW into the Azalea Center parking lot and switched off his headlights in one smooth motion. Guided by the light from the few streetlamps, he coasted to a silent stop next to Wally’s Jeep, though his emotions had urged him to come screeching around the corner like the cavalry. Common sense and the need for stealth won out. He couldn’t risk driving the trespasser underground only to have him surface later after Jake had gone. Clicking off his interior lights, he drew his Sig Sauer from the glove compartment, then climbed out and pushed the car door in until the latch quietly held. He waited several seconds to let his eyes and ears take in the entire scene. Damn. All the landscaping crowded around the Center provided a multitude of places for a trespasser to hide. He put a hand on the hood of Wally’s Jeep. Still warm, even in the cold night air. A brief stab of guilt hit him for dumping his team so abruptly in the Beef n’ Barrel. Couldn’t be helped. He scanned the closest landscape beds for some sign of Wally. A stiff north breeze whipped across the parking area, stirring up leaves and debris. Barely visible through the treetops, the almost-full moon blazed bright. He made his way past the large perimeter oaks to the interior sidewalk and began a slow circle of the building, checking sections of garden as he paced. All the offices on the west side of the building were unoccupied, and all windows were dark, a few with vestiges of their interior visible due to adjacent emergency lighting. Rachel’s office just around the corner faced the back of the property. At this time of night, her office interior would be entirely visible with her lights on. Jake knew this because he’d snuck over here enough times in the last few months to observe her office from the garden. He was pathetic and every few weeks had needed a glimpse of her to get by. A wry smile twitched the edges of his mouth. He could’ve been called in as a trespasser on any one of those nights should someone have spotted him and cared enough to make the call. Careful to remain off the sidewalk, he silently paced toward the back garden. If the trespasser was a stalker, then the perp probably knew the Center had no security guard and no security system. A fact that had always bothered Jake. At the back corner of the property, he crossed the sidewalk to inspect the landscape areas adjacent to the building. With quick steps, he shifted from one landscape bed to another. Crouching as he left the larger camellias, he moved through the shorter azaleas and Indian hawthorn. Clearing the corner, his position even with the back of the building, he paused to reconnoiter and stared at the faint pool of light cast by an overhead office. Rachel’s office. As his gaze rose to the second-floor office, his eyes searched for the all-too-familiar figure. Without thinking, he straightened to his full height, clearly visible to anyone glancing out the window. Yet no one searched for a figure in the garden. All eyes in the office were busy. Rachel stood with Olivia and her children on one side of the conference room. On the other side of the room, a man in a worn red jacket and baseball cap faced them—pointing a gun. This was Jake’s horrible nightmare.
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Cowboys No Angels
The
Mystery Angel Romances Book 1
Kellen
Brand's inheritance turns out to be a whopper—one dilapidated farm
in West Virginia and one guardian angel!
Since
Kellen is convinced no sane woman would choose to live in Riverside,
she vows to sell her farm and quick. Her handsome neighbor Luke
Kenyon must block the farm sale or risk exposure of his family's
secrets. While Kellen has located one potential buyer, she faces a
town full of objectors. Someone is trying to frighten her off, and
Luke is forced to step in and rescue her more than
once.
Unfortunately,
Kellen can't seem to stay out of trouble. She stumbles onto a
clandestine hazardous-waste-dumping operation next to her farm, and
she prays Luke has one more rescue up his sleeve. It's her only hope
of staying alive.
Unless
her mother really did leave her a guardian angel . .
On the south side of town, Luke gave Windsor a little nudge to speed him up since Grandfather’s property was close. Horse and rider slowed to make the turn at Laden Mill Road, and Luke gazed out over the grassy pasture before he gave Windsor his head again. The grassy pasture belonged to him now and looked in desperate need of a good mowing. If he didn’t get someone to cut it soon, he or Hank would have to do it, and neither of them had the time. He reined in Windsor at the entrance drive and scanned the barn and then the house. His jaw sagged. Someone stood on his front porch and peeked in his windows—a red-haired someone. He gave Windsor a poke with his heels, and the horse leaped forward in response. Galloping down the entrance drive, Luke reined in hard at the bottom step and startled his trespasser. “And you are on my front porch because?” he barked, while holding the skittish stallion in place. Windsor had had his head, and he wanted it again. Kellen’s eyes went wide with guilt. “I was just—” “Snooping?” Windsor sidestepped to the right, forcing Luke to twist around in his saddle to hold eye contact. She stiffened and her brilliant green eyes flashed with temper. “I was not! You-You—” She stamped her foot. “Owner?” he said, unwilling to let her off the hook for an instant. Not when he had her good and cornered. Thank God, Windsor kept him so busy he didn’t ogle her like a schoolboy. “No, I was going to say—” The horse reared and pawed the air, effectively cutting her off. Of course, Luke’s little heel nudge and rein tug instigated the ostentatious display. He swiftly turned the horse back around so he could face her. “So, why are you here? On my front porch. Peeking in my windows.” She gave him a glare fit for the devil. “I was not peeking. I was trying to see if anyone was home.” He waited. Her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t want anything.” She hesitated. “I wasn’t doing anything.” “Well, if you didn’t want anything and you weren’t doing anything . . .” He eased the powerful horse right up next to her though she stood her ground on the bottom step. “. . .then you must need a ride home.” He snatched her off the step before she could answer and counted on the little spitfire having the presence of mind to swing her leg over the horse when Windsor took off. She didn’t disappoint him. The stallion streaked for the break in the tree line, and she clung to him like a tick on a coon dog. The feel of her arms around his waist had his heart rate matching Windsor’s rhythmic gait once again. Through the tree break and across her unplowed fields, they galloped. He should slow the horse on the uneven ground. He really should. But if he did, Kellen would loosen her death grip on him.The sure-footed stallion galloped across the fields as though he knew right where Luke was headed. He waited to the last possible second to rein in the black horse at Kellen’s front steps, then reached around at the same time to slide her off Windsor’s back. Once her feet touched the ground with her balance assured, he tapped his heels to the stallion and cantered back across the fields. He didn’t dare risk a backward glance and spoil his memory of the ride with another hard glare from the beauty.
Petie spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World -- "The Most Magical Place on Earth" -- where she enjoyed working in the land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales by night, including her new series, The Cinderella Romances. She eventually said good-bye to her "day" job to write her stories full-time. These days Petie spends her time writing sequels to her regency time travel series, Lords in Time, and her cozy-mystery-with-a-dash-of-romantic-suspense series, the Mystery Angel Romances.
Petie
shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her
horticulturist husband, a spoiled-rotten English Springer spaniel
addicted to pimento-stuffed green olives, and a noisy Nanday conure
named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in Angel to the Rescue.
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