Tuesday, January 15, 2019

SPOTLIGHT: Reckless by Ciana Stone @InkSlingerPR @ERomNews #Giveaway @CianaStone #Contemporary

Today we have the blog tour of RECKLESS by Ciana Stone! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!

Title: RECKLESS

Author: Ciana Stone

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About RECKLESS:

Morgan Windwalker Alexander considered herself to be a most fortunate woman. She loves the ranch where she and her husband, Cord, live and raised their family. She loves her work as a large animal vet and is proud of what Cord has accomplished in his career in Mechatronics.   She couldn't and wouldn't ask for more. As far as she is concerned, at 42, she has it all.

 Then Cord gets a call in the middle of the night and from that moment, things start to change. Her once perfect husband, a man who is methodical in all he does, displays a recklessness she finds troubling. Cracks start to appear in her perfect life, revealing lies and betrayals she didn't want to believe were possible.   Can she keep the cracks from multiplying, keep all the pieces intact, or is she fighting a losing battle? Can she patch the wounds in her life or will this reckless path Cord is on shatter their one perfect life completely?

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The sky had not yet started to lighten when Cord woke. Morgan lay beside him with her head on his chest, one arm and one leg was thrown across his body. The cool of the night air gave him a bit of a chill, so he pulled the spread up over them and heard a contented little hum from Morgan. Cord lay there with one arm around her, watching the stars and thinking about all that had happened lately, and all that had led him and Morgan to this moment.
As curious as he was about the missing waste, her arguments for him not sticking his nose into the investigation were sound. The site showing a shortage was one he'd not been involved with in the setup or installation of the system, either physical or software. Based on that fact alone, he should not accept or even feel responsibility. In fact, his contract with the government said explicitly that he was in no way responsible for any present or future site in which he or his company was not involved in the design or construction of the physical structure.  The same held true for the implementation of equipment and software licensing his design if installation and implementation was not conducted under his or his company's guidance.
Morgan was right. He knew that. It was just hard to say aloud, and harder still, to accept and do nothing. But that's what he was going to do. He'd focus on the current projects on his plate, start paying more attention to the ranch and to his family and all would be right with the world.
“Wow, you look like you just chewed something rotten. What's wrong?”
“Nothing. No that's not true. I was trying to find a way to tell you that you're right. About me trying to solve the mystery of the missing waste.”
“I'm not trying to be right. I just want you to be safe, and I hate it when you're away.”
“So do I.”
“And I have a little confession,” she added. “Something that's been nagging at me since we got back from Washington.”
“What?”
Morgan sat up and pulled a corner of the spread around her body. “Before I went to Washington, I went to see Myrtle and Joe, and I fell asleep on the front porch. I guess the stress and no sleep got to me. Anyway, I had this really horrible dream.
“I was in this old warehouse, and there were two men fighting. One of them killed the other, and when the man fell, I could see his face. It...it was you. I woke up screaming.”
Cord put his hand on her knee and squeezed. “It was just a dream. Subconscious fears playing with your mind.”
“Perhaps, but it left me feeling very anxious and then all that crap in Washington—that was just bizarre, and it gave me a weird feeling like something's going on around us, but we're not aware of it and that kind of drives me crazy.”
“Tell me about it.” He refrained from telling her that while he'd decided to take her advice, it was not an easy decision and he had all ideas he'd suffer from more than one bout of second-guessing and wanting to change his mind.
“I know it was just a dream, and yeah, fears I suppress rising up to haunt me, but it did make me stop and think. We're not that old, but things happen every day, to people younger than us. We spend so much of our time focused on running our businesses or taking care of this place, that we've stopped taking time just to be. To spend time together, or with the kids when they're here.
“I don't want to miss out on those times. I love you more than anything, and I'd die for you without a thought. You've always been it for me, you know that, and I don't want to waste a second of time we could be spending together, enjoying the life we've built. So, thank you for choosing not to go. You saved me sleepless nights and scarred boot toes.”
“Scarred boot toes?”
“Yeah, where I kicked stuff because I was pissed.”
Cord laughed and pulled her down on top of him. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”
“I could stand to hear it a couple more million times.”
“I love you, Morgan. More than anything.”
“It's going to be light soon,” she murmured and wiggled on him.
“Yes, and?”
“So, that means we have a little time before we have to start on whatever we need to do today.”
“Yes, we have a little while. Is there something you'd like to do?”
“I was hoping you'd ask that.” She sat up and looked around. “Oh, wait.”
Cord had no clue what she was after when she jumped up and rumbled around in the pile of their discarded clothes. She returned and laid down beside him. “Look.” She held her phone and called up a YouTube video page.
“What the hell? An app that teaches you how to perform oral sex?”
Morgan laughed. “I know, right? Licks over Dicks. So funny. Myrtle texted me yesterday and told me about this app. I nearly fell over laughing.” She started the video and after a few seconds Cord burst out laughing.
“Myrtle showed you this?”
“Yeah, why?”
“The old lady?”
“Yes. Why?”
“That's kind of icky.”
“She's old, Cord, not dead. And she thought it was hilarious.”
“Well, I'll agree with that. People actually buy this app?”
“Well, you know the data is actually correct. Only 25% of orgasms are vaginal, so a whole lot of guys dicks aren't gonna compete with good licks.”
“Uh, are you saying maybe I should get this app?”
Her laugh relieved him. “Don't worry, you got this, babe. But it doesn't hurt my feelings if you want to practice.”
“Oh, now that's an offer too good to refuse. Get ready, hot stuff. I'm gonna beat the game and that 25%.”
“Then game on, big boy.” She tossed the phone aside and squealed as he ripped off the spread.
All thought of work and nuclear waste and the world around them fell away. For now, there was only her and him, and that was more than enough.


About the Author:

I'm a country girl at heart and I'm quite keen on home-grown heroes, military men and cowboys. Happily-ever-after is something I believe in with my whole heart. Love may be a bumpy road and there are bound to be perils along the way but in the end, love should win. I try to take that attitude into my writing and believe that love, hope and laughter are some of the best medicine there is. Along with books. Lots of books. I have a passion for sagas. I love to fall into a world, get to know characters and have them reappear in stories down the road. Because of that, I wrote my Cotton Creek Saga. So far, there are two series within the saga, Honky Tonk Angels and Heartbreakers & Heroes, with another, Heritage, on the way in 2019.   I love to hear from readers and want every since person who has read one of my book to know how much I thank them. To every reader who has spent his or her hard-earned reading dollars on a Ciana Stone book, thank you from the bottom of my heart.  

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2 comments:

LeonieT said...

Sounds like a great read!

Angela Saver said...

I definitely enjoyed this excerpt! Sounds great!