Tuesday, March 12, 2013

'Forbidden (Southern Comfort #2)' by Lisa Clark O'Neill Book Barrage

Forbidden (Southern Comfort #2)
by Lisa Clark O'Neill
Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Self-Published/Indie
Release Date: February 12, 2013
Heat Level: Steamy
Word Count: 95,000

Special Agent Clay Copeland lives his job. As a behavioral specialist with the FBI’s Investigative Support Unit, his days are spent traveling the country assisting other law enforcement agencies with their most disturbing and difficult cases. Clay excels at his work, maintaining an easygoing affability and sense of humor despite his frequently gruesome job.

Until one case goes terribly wrong…

Shaken by the loss of a young child whose death he lays at his own feet, Clay seeks refuge in the sandy beaches and plentiful feminine distractions to be found along the South Carolina coast. And no female has ever distracted him quite as much as local innkeeper Tate Hennessey.

A woman with her own ghosts, Tate is a single mother to five-year-old Max. Against her better judgment, she finds herself drawn to the charming and handsome agent. When an outing to a traveling carnival ends with another family’s tragedy, Tate and Clay are sucked into the resultant investigation into the abduction of a young teen.

And neither of them can be prepared for what their chance encounter eventually uncovers.

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

Read an excerpt:
The crowd had grown thick as evening gave way to night, and he wound his way through it to find a spot closer to the band. Smoke rose in a thin blue cloud, dispelled occasionally by the salty breeze drifting in from the open windows. Patrons wandered in and out from the patio to the bar, and well-fed diners descended the worn stairs to mix with the crowd. Clay leaned against a rough-hewn support beam and watched them come and go, amazed, as always, at the way body language spoke volumes.

And his own body started screaming in his ear when a pair of long, tanned legs became visible as they descended from the second floor. The staircase was angled in such a way that he got an up close and personal view of those mile-long beauties before a torso or head came into view. Black sandals encased slim feet, a short black skirt hit deliciously at mid-thigh. The legs paused, one resting a step higher than the other, and Clay felt his body stir. If the rest of the package lived up to the preview, he was going to be on this particular woman like a flea on a junkyard dog. He had the overwhelming urge to just wade over and take a bite.

He took a sip of beer, instead, and waited for the follow through.

A green Murphy’s shirt made an appearance, followed by a hand holding an empty tray.
Staff, Clay assessed. He wondered what time she got off.

Her other hand rubbed down a thigh as she seemed to be responding to a comment from someone on the stairs above her. The overwhelming jolt of lust he felt caused Clay to choke on his beer.

Wait for it, wait for it…

After another nail-biting moment, the legs made their final descent.

Clay blinked twice, to assure himself he wasn’t seeing things. Then he began to curse the psychological gods again, for messing with his head.

“Nice tan,” he murmured as Tate nearly passed him by.
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About the Author
One fine day in the not-too-distant past, Lisa Clark O’Neill left Wittenberg University with a BA in English, which she promptly neglected. After working as an interior designer, decorative artist, and Montessori art teacher (there may have been a BA in art as well,) she finally settled into the role of mother to two very fine children.

However, two years of doing the stay-at-home-mom brain cell melt drove her to pull out a pen and one of her old college notebooks.

That turned into six manuscripts.

Lisa spent subsequent years avoiding housework by burying her nose in just about every romance novel she could get her hands on, after completely falling in love with the genre. Her own work falls into the romantic suspense sub-genre, with strong comedic undertones.

Lisa currently lives in the Atlanta area with her family, her dog, her cat and her daughter’s pet rabbit. When she isn’t attempting to keep the rabbit from eating the woodwork, she’s hard at work on her next novel.

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