Thursday, January 30, 2014

PUYB tour: Molly Gets Her Man by Julie Rowe + EXCERPT

Molly Gets Her Man

Title: Molly Gets Her Man
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Author: Julie Rowe
Publisher: Entangled Ignite
Pages: 163
Language: English
Format: Ebook

When flaky Las Vegas hairdresser Molly McLaren overhears hears a Russian hit man planning to kill a US congressman and take out Hoover Dam in the process, she becomes a target for murder. Now, on the run from the assassin and a dirty cop, she winds up in an eighteen wheeler with an ex-cop sporting a bum leg, a bad attitude, and a body built for loving.

Grey Wilson just wanted to be left alone. No more Las Vegas. No more casinos. And no more floozy women like the one his best friend sent him to pick up on the side of the road. She talks fast, but her endless curves and sensuous nature make him want to slow down. Which is not in the cards. Grey knows he needs to unload his excess baggage. And quick.

But when someone tries to kill the Vegas beauty, Molly captures his heart with her backbone of steel, and brains to boot. Now in order to grasp the future that had once seemed impossible, Molly and Grey need to keep Hoover Dam, the congressman, and their love from being blown sky-high.

About Julie Rowe
A double Golden Heart finalist in 2006, Julie Rowe has been writing medically inclined romances for over ten years. She’s also a published freelancer with articles appearing in The Romance Writer’s Report, Canadian Living, Today’s Parent, Reader’s Digest (Canada) and other magazines.

Julie is an active member of RWA and its subchapters, Heartbeat RWA, Calgary RWA, The Golden Network, Hearts Through History and RWA Online. She coordinates Book In A Week, and online workshops for Heartbeat and Calgary RWA.

Julie is now teaching for Keyano College in her home city of Fort McMurray, AB, Canada. She teaches a variety of workshops for the Workforce Development department at Keyano College.

Julie enjoys teaching and volunteering, and is a passionate promoter of life-long learning. She’s the owner/moderator of the Announce Online Classes email loop, which promotes online classes hosted by a large number of writing organizations, for writers on a wide variety of topics and skill levels, taught by some of publishing’s best writers and writing instructors.


“I’m your ride,” the truck driver said, but she wasn’t really listening.
Nope. She was staring. Gaping, really. The driver had now opened his door wide, and she could get a good eyeful of the man who was supposed to save her. For a moment, time froze. She knew rationally that not all overly large men with beefy muscles were brutes. Not all men over six foot and two hundred pounds beat up their girlfriends. Or whipped their daughters’ butts with a leather belt. But she knew that some did.
Boy, did she know.
And she’d had too many instances where big guys ruled her world—and had ruled her. All they had to do was shake a fist, and without one word, could get her in line.
She swallowed against the dryness in her mouth, stared at the huge guy sitting in the driver’s seat of the eighteen-wheeler, and finally managed to speak. “You’re who my brother sent to help me? The freaking Hulk?”
“If you’re not here for a ride,” the driver growled, “I’ll take off.” He slammed the door shut.
She glanced over her shoulder to see Grozney and his nasty enforcer-types emerging from the garage. Her heart leapt into her throat. She only had seconds before Grozny saw her.
“Oh God!” she squeaked.
“I hope you’re ready to go now.”
His annoyed tone caught her attention and she whipped her head back around, then scrambled toward the truck. He had no idea just how ready to leave she was. “Yes, I can leave now. Right now in fact.”
“Good.” He revved the truck.
A gun shot echoed across the cement lot.
A second one followed it, and Molly jumped for the door, grabbing the door handle and banging her knee against something hard. She bit back a yell and struggled unsuccessfully to pull herself up to the window, aiming to climb through it to get into the high cab. A large masculine hand wrapped around her wrist and gave an almighty yank.
“Ow!” Her arm nearly came out of its socket, but with the man’s help, she made it through the window, only to land landed face-down on something soft, a masculine grunt accompanying her arrival.


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