Mark you calendar for MONDAY, APRIL 21!

Blind Love will be released from Liquid Silver Books!

This is the first book in the Tilling Passions Series. I love this series. It was a labor of love to discover the stories these three sisters had to tell.

Blind Love is the story of two people working to break free of the molds they’ve been forced into. In the process of finding their way, they find each other.

Back Cover Copy:
In BLIND LOVE, book one of the Tilling Passions series, uptight CPA and oldest sister, JULIE TILLING, is the glue that binds her family. When her friend from high school dies, Julie is the only one who believes he didn’t commit suicide and takes it upon herself to investigate his death. Her search for answers finds her flirting on the fringes of internet pornography. But will Julie’s desire to find a killer and experience a sexual awakening push her moral boundaries to the breaking point?

DAMON COREY didn’t come to Maine to become shock jock, Demon Jones. When his dream career of becoming a concert pianist seems unobtainable, the radio station’s offer is too good to pass up. After mysterious brunette, Jewel, hooks up with him at the night club run by a college frat brother their one night fling wraps around his heart and won’t loosen its talons.

Will Julie and Damon’s secrets unravel the tenuous threads of their relationship? Can Damon expose his inner soul without pushing Julie away or will his enigmatic Demon Jones persona become Julie’s sexual undoing and reveal him as the missing piece that solves the puzzling questions surrounding her friend’s death?

Excerpt:
Julie stopped contemplating her toes and stared straight at him. Emotions fluttered over her face and clouded her eyes, but he didn’t know her well enough to read between the lines. He’d just met this wonderful woman. He hadn’t intended to scare her off.

“Julie, I…”

“No, Damon. You don’t have to apologize. I get it.”

Okay, this emotion he understood. The lady was pissed. But a crude remark shouldn’t elicit this response.

“You have a lot of women available to you, I’m sure they’re much more experienced than me. There’s no reason to make fun.” The anger flashed in her eyes. “You weren’t really expecting the person you found at the family homestead?” She emphasized the last two words as if they were obscenities. “The Jewel of last night was more your speed. I get that.”

“No, Julie, I…”

Her hand flew up between them. “No, Damon, you don’t owe me anything. Obviously my father dragged you into an uncomfortable situation. Well, you’ve done your social obligation. I’m home safe and sound. I didn’t mean to disappoint, but I have a hard time living up to everyone’s expectations of who I should be. So, thanks. I get it. Good night.” The helmet landed in his lap.

“No, Julie, really, you don’t understand.” He yelled at her retreating back. “Julie, wait.” Damon attempted to jump from the bike, but the stand wasn’t down, and his lap held the extra helmet. “Damn it all to hell. Julie…” He finally managed to extricate himself from the bike and the helmets and caught her just as she pushed open the front door. “Please. I think you’ve misunderstood. Just give me a minute to explain. Then I’ll leave.”

Her arms knotted across her chest for protection. A wounded heart? He’d have to tread carefully. The emerald eyes shimmering in the waning light telegraphed her pain, but her lips were pursed thin with determination. The woman was a walking enigma. Damon suspected she had no idea how damn sexy she looked standing there, inviting him to explain himself–daring him to breach her defenses.

“Look, Julie. I’m not going to lie to you. Demon Jones is very popular with the ladies. Damon Corey … not so much. If you’re looking for the person I was last night, well, you’re in for a big surprise. He’s as fake as Santa Claus.”

“I still believe in Santa Claus.”

She would. “The Easter bunny, then.”

“But he doesn’t try to pass himself off as anything but the chocolate peddler that he is. I don’t think any hearts have ever been broken by the Easter bunny.”

“Julie…” Damon’s hand found its way to her cheek, his fingers tangling in her hair. She smelled earthy and fresh, and he gulped in great breaths of heaven, not sure he could ever completely fill his lungs. When he pressed his lips to hers, she didn’t resist. Julie opened to him, and their tongues meshed and explored, and he walked her backward into the living room and shut out the neighbor’s prying eyes.

“Damon.” The husky way she spoke sent blood rushing from his head straight to his throbbing dick. He wanted her like no woman he’d known.

“Julie, I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day. You crawled into my head last night, and all I’ve thought about is how to get a repeat performance.”

She pulled from him, her lips swollen from his assault. “I don’t do this…” Her hand stirred the heated air between them. “…very well. I’ve been told I’m not good at it. I think you lucked out last night.”

He scooped her into his arms. “Oh, you let me be the judge of that. And your bedroom would be where?” He was already heading down the hall.

*sigh*

I hope you enjoy reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. And here’s the book trailer for the series on the off chance you’ve haven’t seen it the other two times I posted it! LOL!

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