Words Turn Me On: Blog Tour EDGE OF TRUTH by Brynn Kelly

Friday, June 2, 2017

Blog Tour EDGE OF TRUTH by Brynn Kelly

Edge of Truth, an all-new romance from Brynn Kelly is available now!!!

Edge of Truth by Brynn Kelly

Release Date: May 30th, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Tensions sizzle in this electrifying novel guaranteed to capture your heart and take your breath away. Fans of Julie Garwood, Suzanne Brockmann and Jayne Ann Krentz will devour this action-packed, emotionally stunning tour de force, where every page reveals another damning secret and daring gamble.

Rotting in an African dungeon is the last place journalist Tess Newell expected to find herself. As she's held hostage by the terrorist group she's investigating, Tess's salvation--and temptation--arrives in the form of another prisoner. A French Foreign Legionnaire with a sinful smile and too many secrets to be anything but dangerous. Yet she knows he's her only hope of surviving.

The Legion is the only family Flynn has. His sanctuary and his purgatory, after years spent in hell. When a mission goes south and Flynn is captured, it's not the enemy that worries him, but the brazen, alluring reporter whose prying questions threaten to bring down his world--and the walls he's built around his heart.

Yet after a daring escape, Flynn must risk it all and go on the run with Tess to retrieve the evidence she needs. The chemistry between them threatens to detonate but, with the enemy fast closing in, time is running out to unravel the truth from the lies in this deadly conspiracy…

Excerpt:

“We’re stealing the truck? Great.” Her feet ached at the promise of respite. From the cab, a phone ringtone sang out. “No, we’re not.” “What? Why?” “Because there’d be a chase and we’d lose. We’ve been through this before—we have to do what they don’t expect.” “We could drive with no lights, be long gone before they realized.” “They’re already coming.” “What?” He nodded along the tree line. In the distance, a pair of headlights was zigzagging—a vehicle, turning. A low hum reached her ears, in stereo sound. She glanced over her shoulder. “There’s another one, coming from behind.” “Here,” he said, handing her the goggles. “Find me the biggest rock you can carry, and quick.” She pulled them on. No point asking about his plan. He disappeared around the far side of the truck. The driver’s door squealed open. A rock. A big rock. The goggles made everything green and screwy. She couldn’t tell a stick from a snake. She shoved them up to her forehead, and blinked. The truck started up and maneuvered around. Was Flynn planning to drive it away, draw attention elsewhere while she escaped on foot? The headlights closed in—three pairs, now. The truck idled. She swallowed past the lump in her throat. Whatever his plan, she’d feel better if they stuck together. “How are you doing with that rock?” Flynn called. She focused back on the ground. Stones, stones, stones…rock. She heaved it up and staggered back toward the truck, swaying. Flynn had turned the truck so it faced the wasteland. He was shoving something big and solid into the driver’s seat, lit by the internal light. Psycho’s body? Flynn picked up the trussed guy’s rifle and jammed it through the steering wheel, then pulled the wheel. It didn’t budge. He ran up. “Give me the rock, quick.” Gratefully, she rolled it into his arms. Another minute and the nearest reinforcement would be upon them. She raised her rifle at it, as Flynn climbed in the passenger side. A thump, a clack. What was he doing? The truck whined as it started moving, then accelerated quickly. Oh God, he was leaving. Something fell from the passenger door—Flynn. He hit the ground, balled up, rolled to his feet, then sprinted to catch up with the straining vehicle. What the…? Legs pumping into a blur, he reached out and shoved the flapping passenger door. It slammed. The internal light revealed Psycho’s silhouette, his head slumped. It timed off. “Get down!” Flynn yelled over the roars of several engines. This time she obeyed instantly. As the truck gained speed, a set of headlights swept the ground two feet from her nose. Crap. The approaching truck spun out, tires scraping against stones, and accelerated. Chasing Psycho. The other two pairs of headlights veered away and joined the pursuit. Genius. After a minute Flynn leaped up, his head snapping around like he was looking for something. “Can you run?” “Yeah.” What option was there? She could internalize a bit of pain. Flynn had bought them another chance. Now it was she who had the urge to kiss him.