Carol Kilgore's IN NAME ONLY

Congratulations to Carol!!!

I've been waiting, and waiting, and waiting for her story IN NAME ONLY to release, and it's finally here. Technically, the book's big release day is next Tuesday (July 10th), but it's available now at Amazon, so I already bought my copy, Hehe (I feel so sneaky)!

Ergo, I'm wishing her a happy release day today because I'll be too busy reading to say much of anything on Tuesday!

Happy Release Day, Carol!

BLURB: 

No home. No family. No place to hide. For Summer Newcombe, that's only the beginning.

The night Summer escapes from a burning Padre Island eatery and discovers the arsonist is stalking her, is the same night she meets Fire Captain Gabriel Duran. As much as she's attracted to Gabe, five years in the Federal Witness Security Program because of her father’s testimony against a mob boss have taught her the importance of being alone and invisible.

No matter how much she yearns for a real home, Summer relinquished that option the night she killed the man who murdered her father. But Gabe breaks down her guard and places both of them in danger. Summer has vowed never to kill again, but she's frantic she'll cost Gabe his life unless she stops running and fights for the future she wants with the man she loves.

Sneak Peek (found on Amazon!)

Chapter One :

Summer Newcombe's nose twitched. Smoke. Nasty smoke, not the tantalizing kind from some south-of-the-border concoction in the Pink Tortilla's kitchen. The acrid tang that made her eyes water meant fire. She took stock of the customers as she balanced the chips and salsa tray, and none appeared to notice. She sniffed again. Definitely smoke. Something was burning, and she had no intention of getting her fanny scorched in a run-down Texas beach dive.

As she slapped two menus in front of a young couple, a woman's scream tore through the happy Friday night sounds. Summer turned. A narrow lick of flame teased the creaky floorboards at the rear corner. A second flame erupted.

People jammed the small Upper Padre Island eatery, all eager to get an early start on the weekend. Fifty, at least, plus staff. The twenty or so in her section crowded toward the exit. Screams and shouts of "Hurry!" and "Get out!" drowned the shuffle of feet on the wooden floor. 

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I know, I know.  You want to read it now too, don't you??  I'm glad I'm not the only one.

It's available in EBOOK and PRINT!

Happy Reading!