Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Virtual Book Tour: Torn Away by Vincent Morrone @Vince524 @RABTBookTours

Date Published: 11-01-17
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

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Drew Duncan swore he’d never go back to Ember Falls again. After he was wrongfully charged with his high school girlfriend’s murder, he waited for a trial that never came. When he was released from jail a year later, he left everything behind. But when his sister is murdered, Drew is forced to return to the hometown where he and his sisters were brutalized by their alcoholic father.

Once back, not even his training as a Marine and point man for McAlister Security prepares Drew for what he must face--a surviving sister who refuses to forgive him for abandoning her, a nephew who trembles when he enters the room, and an entire town that thinks he got away with murder. To protect his nephew, Drew will face his most terrifying fear. Going home.


Drew’s hungry gaze wandered over her for a few moments, and then slowly she walked to the bed. Reaching down, she grabbed him again, feeling his erection, the heat that told her he was more than ready.
She started to move in to kiss him, when he pulled his head back.
“Um…” Drew mumbled. “Do you have…you know…”
She blinked as she drew back, her hand still wrapped around him. “Wait, don’t you have a condom?”
Disappointment flooded his face. “No. I was on assignment when I came to Ember Falls, I never expected…And I didn’t think this would happen when I drove over…”
Sam frowned. “I don’t…” She shook her head in frustration as she sat on the bed, next to Drew. “I haven’t dated since I came to Ember Falls, despite Nana’s complaining that I…” Sam’s eyes lit up. “Nana!”
She started to get up, but Drew grabbed her hand. “Wait, you’re not going to call her, are you? I could run to the store.”
Sam laughed. “Good luck getting that into your jeans again. Besides, it’s pouring out there. I don’t want you on the road. Stay here.” She leaned down, kissed him hard while stroking him softly for a moment. “Exactly where and how you are.”
With one last kiss, she ran out of the room, laughing as Drew groaned from down the hall.
Moments later, she returned, carrying a shoebox.
“Not that I have anything against stiletto heels,” Drew said, eyeing the box she placed on the dresser next to the bed, “But I don’t think this is anything that’s going to help.”
Sam grinned, feeling a little silly now that the mood had been broken and she was still standing naked in front of Drew, although she planned on making that as short-lived as possible. “These are actually Nana’s,” Sam said, winking at Drew. “She told me where they were so if I ever, and these are here words, ‘got my hot little booty out there and decided to get me some’, I’d know where her stash was. She had them in a drawer.”
Drew looked surprised. “Your Nana has a box of condoms? And you’re okay using one?”
Sam’s eyes drifted down. “Nana would never forgive me if I didn’t.” She lifted the lid. “Besides, I’m trying not to think about it. Or for that matter what else she had in there.” Ignoring the alarmed look on Drew’s face, Sam flipped open the box and gasped.

“Holy crap, Nana.”

About the Author

Born and raised in Brooklyn NY, Vincent Morrone now resides in Upstate NY with his wife. (Although he can still speak fluent Brooklynese.) His twin daughters remain not only his biggest fans, but usually are the first to read all of his work. Their home is run and operated for the comfort and convenience of their dogs. Vincent has been writing fiction, poetry and song lyrics for as long as he can remember, most of which involve magical misfits, paranormal prodigies and even on occasion superheroes and their sidekicks.

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