“Trading Faces” by Denise Belinda McDonald
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ISBN: 1-60504-125-4

Length: Novel

Price: 5.50

Publication Date: August 5, 2008


Cover art by (TBA)
 

There are worse things than winding up dead…

With her ex-husband’s death, Elyse Cabot thinks she’s permanently off the emotional roller coaster…until he turns up posing as his twin brother—the real victim of foul play—at his funeral. Before she can get any answers out of him, he’s gone, leaving her with more questions than closure.

And a fortune in loose diamonds.

To her relief, a face from the past agrees to help her uncover the truth behind her newly acquired rocks. Private investigator Jack Walling has come a long way from the awkward geek she brushed off in high school. Such a long way, she discovers an inconvenient truth: There are worse things than winding up dead. Like falling head over heels for the hunky P.I.

Seeing Elyse again brings back a lot of hot, sweaty teenage memories for Jack. Then she opens her mouth and out comes some cockamamie story about diamonds and double crossing. So much for rekindling an old flame. Still, he just can’t seem to resist the lure of this dame in distress.

He just hopes he can solve the case before he does something stupid—like fall in love.

Warning, this title contains the following: Twins, explicit sex, graphic language, some rock ’em sock ’em violence, and did we mention diamonds?


         I am so excited … my fourth book from Samhain Publishing, Trading Faces, has been added to the website. The cover is close to being ready–saw the mock-up yesterday and all I can say is  . . . OMG! I can’t wait to show you all…. {tongue wagging time!)

         It never gets old to go through the process of writing a manuscript to the actual book. Every step (even the edits) are so neat. I hope and pray I never get to the point where I detest any part of the process–well, okay rejects and crappy reviews suck, but I can smack my Pollyanna cap on long enough to overlook those!

         I have all my covers framed and above my desk. I have all my contacts in neat little folders in my bookcase where I can see them. I know I tend to sway toward the dork side. . . but it keeps me . . . well . . . me.

         And I still squeal when my editor sends me a mock-up of my new cover–man nipples and all! (you’re wondering now aren’t ya). Stay Tuned. The cover shall be revealed soon enough.

         So, that’s my good news . . . what’s yours . . .