Merry Christmas, my friends! The Breakup Artist is free (for a limited time)!
This free streak is a giant thank you to all my readers and fans. I honestly wouldn’t keep publishing if it weren’t for you. So thank you. I wish you all the best for the new year and hope you have a Merry Christmas.
About The Breakup Artist
Demi Shepherd breaks hearts for a living—and she learned long ago that love just isn’t worth the pain. But when one of her clients ends up dead, Demi is going to have to put her heart on the line to save her own life.
A professional breakup artist, Demi is hired to end other people’s romances. When one of her clients is murdered—with Demi’s fingerprints on the murder weapon—her only hope for clearing her name and finding out who framed her is Jack Austin, a world-weary hunk who’d just as soon let her rot in jail.
Jack is a hard-bitten undercover agent, driven to expose and bring down a money-laundering organization, and he’s not willing to risk his life or career for Demi. Until Demi proves she’s innocent of the crime—but far from innocent in the bedroom.
With cops and killers on their trail and a smoldering romance ready to ignite, Jack and Demi have to fight together to save their lives, as well as their damaged hearts.
What They’re Saying
“A great, page-turning read.” – Susannah Scott, Author of Luck of the Dragon.
“Fast-paced, non-stop action. I want more of these characters.” – Layna Pimentel, Author of A Sinful Education
“There’s never a dull moment.” – Diaries of 2 Thick Chicks
“We have unfinished business.” Jack came closer, effectively ramping up the heat simmering in her chest. One step closer and her blood would boil right in her veins.
“I said don’t move.” Those sky blue eyes remained on her as he slowly moved closer, the gun unwavering. His chiseled jawline tightened. The four scratches Amy had clawed down his face glittered as he ground his teeth, the blood still fresh. Dressed in the same uniform, he had a no-nonsense expression plastered to his face, the same face she’d found attractive downstairs. Now he just looked pissed. “Who are you? How do you know Charles Larell?”
Demi struggled to understand what was happening. She took in the broken vase beside the body and the blood seeping into the lavender Oriental rug. “That’s Mr. Larell? Is he dead?” Her voice sounded weak, fragile. She’d never had that problem before.
Then again, she’d never found a dead body in her hotel room before.
P.S. (updated October 2016), this book is no longer available. As of right now, I’m working updating this book as well as another to fit my current brand and goals. I’ll let you know as soon as I put it back up for sale. Thank you!