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Secrets From The Past by Samantha Gentry is a BHW pick #romanticmystery #romanticsuspense #racyromance #romance #bookrec

Title:  Secrets From The Past


Author:  Samantha Gentry


Genre:  racy/spicy Mystery/Romantic Suspense


Publisher:  The Wild Rose Press


Book Blurb: 


After the death of her husband, Shelby Haywood needs to escape the constant harassment from her former in-laws who blame her for his death. When offered a job with Pierce Industries in Seattle, she eagerly accepts but is unprepared for her instant attraction to the company's very desirable owner.


The moment billionaire Cameron Pierce meets Shelby, he knows she's what's been missing from his life. Veiled threats endanger secrets from his past and soon escalate to attempts on his life. When one attempt injures Shelby, he vows to protect her.


Shelby has her own secrets that could destroy her future with Cameron…or get them both killed.




Cam placed his hand at the small of her back as he guided her out of the building and toward the parking lot. Tremors of excitement assaulted her senses the moment he made physical contact, then the excitement stalled as it mingled with her feelings of guilt.


“I’ll follow you to your house so you can drop off your car,” his voice broke into her thoughts, “then we’ll go to dinner from there.”


Cam’s gaze quickly but expertly swept the surrounding area. He wrinkled his brow into a slight frown as he pulled out his cell phone and hit the speed dial for the maintenance department.


“This is Cameron. We have a couple of security lights burned out in the executive parking lot. Could someone please get them replaced as soon as possible?” He listened for a moment before speaking again. “Thanks, that will be fine.” He returned his cell phone to his pocket. “Strange that the two burned out lights would be next to each other. That makes a very large, dark area.”


They stepped off the curb into the darkness, crossing the driveway toward the parking lot and Shelby’s car. The roar of an engine and screeching tires came at them from out of the dark. A hard adrenaline surge shot through Cam. Grabbing Shelby’s arm, he yanked her aside so hard they both fell to the pavement. He held her tightly as he rolled out of the way, taking her with him. The car sped off, barely missing them. It scraped against a signpost on the way out of the parking lot before it disappeared down the street into the night.


Cam cradled Shelby’s trembling body in his arms. His heart pounded as he tried to force his breathing under control. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”


“I…I’m fine.” The quaver in her voice matched the fear on her face. “What about you? Are you okay?”


“Yeah, nothing’s broken.” The image from twenty-five years ago suddenly flooded his mind as vividly as when it had happened, the sight of his innocent little six-year-old cousin being cut down by bullets meant for someone else.


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Author Biography:


Samantha Gentry's Typical Day


As soon as I wake up, Harrison (my houseboy) draws my scented bath.  By the time I've finished bathing and am dressed he has prepared a champagne brunch which he serves on the terrace next to the swimming pool.  I spend the next two hours reading the morning newspaper and working on my tan.


Promptly at the stroke of noon I adjourn to my home office and begin writing.  I spend a grueling four hours slaving away over my computer keyboard creating brilliant prose filled with exciting characters, entertaining plots and highly sensual encounters.  I emerge from seclusion at four o'clock having written the next chapter of my current work-in-progress.


Harrison's talented touch soothes my tight shoulder muscles with an expert massage.  He pours me a glass of wine before going to prepare a gourmet dinner.  And the rest of the evening is better left to your imagination.


Oops…I just lost my hold on reality for a moment.  Sorry.


I'm a morning person and am usually at my computer by six o'clock with a cup of hot coffee which I keep at a safe distance from my keyboard (been through the spilled coffee on the keyboard before, don't need to do it again <g>).  The first thing I do is go through my email.  Then I get to work—either writing or revising on my current work in progress, or doing the edits on my next release.  I usually run errands in the early afternoon.


Hmm…I think I like the first version of what my typical day consists of better than the reality.


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Thank you, Samantha, for sharing your book with our readers!

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