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Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Book Blitz: The Lion’s Den by Eliza Freed

The Lion’s Den
Eliza Freed
(Faraway, #2)
Publication date: January 12th 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
An injury stops the bleeding of Meredith and Brad Walsh’s fractured marriage. As Meredith recovers and tries to regain her memory, Brad fights to convince Meredith their marriage was perfect, even if it barely existed.
But with Meredith’s memory comes clarity, and Meredith is faced with the reality of a husband and a lover. A husband who will do anything not to lose—his family or anything else, and a lover who will set her free to see her happy. Breaking up her family is not an option, but neither is staying hidden inside her mind.

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“I knew you were going to say that.”

He was standing next to me, but he may as well have been on top of me. His shoulder was so close to my face the smell of his skin was choking the words in my throat. I relived what it felt like the day I’d walked in on him in his office without his shirt on. I was suddenly terrified to remember more.
“How did you know I would say that?” My head turned slowly, and my body followed until I was standing only inches away, facing him. Trying to face this. Whatever this was.
I could have kissed him. I ached to taste him to the point of anger. The desire rose up inside of me and burned through the image of his sweet face, leaving nothing but outrage in its place. The colonel leaned toward me, and I needed his lips on mine. I forced my eyes closed to hide from that which I wanted more than air.
“What are you thinking? Tell me the truth,” he pleaded, and I knew it wasn’t the first time he’d demanded honesty from me.
I was flushed, and my emotions were overwrought. But I forced myself to look him in the eyes when I said, “I’ve lost almost an entire year, and the things that keep appearing in my mind, make me believe I don’t know myself anymore.”
“Like what?”
“Like wanting you to kiss me right now.” I wouldn’t turn away. “Regardless of the cost.” The physical pain of coveting him centered behind my eyes. “But that’s not who I am.”
Vince lowered his head. He groaned as he shook it. I waited. I stayed perfectly still, bracing myself for the truth he would share. “I just want you to be safe and happy.”

Excerpt Two:
She leaned in until she was very close, and the urge to kiss her was stronger than my resolve to wait for her. Her lips were full and a deep red from the wine she had drunk. If I kissed her, she might remember. If I laid her on top of the island and spread her legs wide, she’d remember.
“I can tell you know a lot about me,” she said. “And yet you’re holding back.” I stayed still as she watched for my reaction. “So, either you hate me and you’re being kind.” She held me hostage in her stare. “Or something completely different but equally as startling is going on.” Her voice was steady. Meredith was born to uncover the truth, and she didn’t let it shake her. Her smile was coercive, and I couldn’t look away to save myself.
She was ingenious and observant, and I was trapped, torn between wanting to lay down with her and feeling obligated to blurt out every truth between us. I knew the truth would only unhinge her more. And I loved her.
“I think I should go.”

Excerpt Three:
“Have you ever dreamed of having sex with another man?” I asked Jenna with a light tone. It wasn’t a big deal. Just some dream sex. I sat next to her on my back porch as the kids ran around my yard, playing manhunt.
“Probably. I don’t know.” Jenna took a drag of her cigarette. “Who are you dreaming about?” She sat up and faced me with a huge grin. “And don’t try to tell me no one.”
“I’ve had dreams about my boss.”
“Dreamssss? As in more than one?” she asked, suddenly full of energy.
“No. Just one.” I shook my head and added, “Every night. Just one a night.”
She slapped me across the shoulder. “Tell!”
The kids all stopped running to see why they were being yelled at.
“False alarm,” Jenna yelled into the group, and they returned to their search-and-rescue operation. She turned back to me. “When you say boss, are you talking about the chief?”
I should have regretted telling her, but I didn’t. It was such a relief having someone to talk to about it. Maybe they’d stop if I talked about them. Maybe exposing them to the light would silence them. “Yes. Vincent Pratt.” I stood, frozen in my spot, and scrutinized Jenna’s reaction, but she was only doing the same to me. “What do you think that means?”
“Like, what kind of dreams are we talking about? Holding hands? Kissing?” She was calming down, settling into the thought that this was innocent.
“Last night, I dreamed he was fucking me on top of his police cruiser, and I swear I had an orgasm in my sleep.” Jenna’s mouth fell open. She was blinking and making me uncomfortable. “It’s not normal, is it?”
“Do you like him? You know he and his wife split up, right? Does he flirt with you?”

“No. Yes.” I shook my head. “No. He’s always the perfect gentleman around me.” It was impossible to hide the disappointment in my voice.

Eliza Freed graduated from Rutgers University and returned to her hometown in rural South Jersey. Her mother encouraged her to take some time and find herself. After three months of searching, she began to bounce checks and her neighbors began to talk; her mother told her to find a job.
She settled into Corporate America, learning systems and practices and the bureaucracy that slows them. Eliza quickly discovered her creativity and gift for story telling as a corporate trainer and spent years perfecting her presentation skills and studying diversity. It’s during this time she became an avid observer of the characters we meet and the heartaches we endure. Her years of study have taught her laughter is the key to survival, even when it’s completely inappropriate.
She currently lives in New Jersey with her family and a misbehaving beagle named Odin. An avid swimmer, if Eliza is not with her family and friends, she’d rather be underwater. While she enjoys many genres, she has always been a sucker for a love story…the more screwed up the better.

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