Monday, March 19, 2018

A Walk on the Wild Side by Eileen Dreyer (Kathleen Korbel) - Book Blitz + Giveaway


A WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
by Eileen Dreyer writing as Kathleen Korbell


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GENRE:  Romantic Suspense

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BLURB:

J.P. O’Neill is in the fight of his life. A legendary agent with the DEA, he’s uncovered a conspiracy 
in his own agency. The only problem is he’s been arrested for the murder of his partner. 
If he goes to jail, he dies.

There’s only one solution—escape. The only way to do that is to kidnap his defense attorney. 
Lauren Taylor is a high-priced attorney doing a favor for a friend. Suddenly she finds herself on the 
run with the most dangerous man she’s ever met. Will she survive with her heart intact?

“Ms. Korbel generates an incredible chemistry between her two immensely appealing lovers that will 
set your heart on fire.” ~ RT Booklovers


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EXCERPT

The room looked tired, heavy under the weight of what it had witnessed. Lauren knew the feeling.

“The chances for bail aren’t very good,” she admitted honestly, eyes back on the file as if memorizing 
the words she’d already studied. “They have a witness who claims to have seen you shoot Robert 
Carson—”

“I did shoot him.”

She was forced to look up at him again. “Pardon?”

He shrugged, those eyes suddenly, briefly as bleak as death. “My old mother always told me to take 
responsibility for my actions. Bobby was my partner, so I owe him that much.”

Honor. She wasn’t sure she was ready for that. Lauren realized that her chest was beginning to ache. 
She wanted to comfort this man, and it frightened her. She nudged her glasses back up onto her 
nose and clutched her pen as if it were a weapon of self-defense.

“Why did you shoot him?”

The smile she got was as dark as those eyes. Even, strong teeth flashed white beneath 
the bedraggled mustache. “Because he was going to shoot me, of course.”

Lauren took a look at her reports. “But there was no gun found.”

“Of course not. The last thing they need is to have me sounding legitimate. Which is also why that 
packet of crack flipped out on the ground when the police were turning out my pockets. It had been 
planted. Nothing like a dirty narc to turn on his best friend, after all.”

Which brought Lauren back to the call she’d received just as she’d been gathering up her briefcase. 
She set down her pen. She laid her hands on the table and faced her client. And she asked him the 
sixty-four-thousand-dollar question. “Are you a dirty narc?”

This time his smile was wild and delighted. His eyes crackled with a kind of mad glee that had no 
place in this dingy room. “If I were a dirty narc,” he assured her, “I sure as hell wouldn’t be dressed 
like this.’’

She nodded. More than that would have been superfluous. Mr. O’Neill went back to mutilating his 
coffee cup. His eyes were red-rimmed, his manner tense and unpredictable. He was millimeters 
from taking flight, his long legs almost twitching with the effort to remain still. On almost anyone else, 
Lauren would have suspected drugs. She wasn’t sure why she didn’t want to think that about this man.

“They,” she echoed his statement. “They who?”

That was what broke his patience. He launched from his chair as if he’d been spring-loaded. 
Lauren almost flinched, not sure what he had in mind. Wondering not for the first time how close 
at hand help was.

But he wasn’t focused on her. Hands shoved into the pockets of his battered old peacoat, head down, 
he paced.

Lauren fought the urge to check her watch. Her stomach was grumbling. She was supposed to meet 
Phil for dinner tonight. She was going to get there right about the dessert course if this kept up, 
and she was going to need more than dessert to see her through. Lauren’s stomach was a notorious 
dictator, and even Mr. O’Neill’s story wasn’t going to quiet its demands.

“Mr. O’Neill.”

His head shot up. He slid to a stop by the door. “J.P.,” he allowed with a quick grin that was actually 
charming. “I haven’t been called Mr. O’Neill since Sister Roch caught me smoking in the boy’s room 
in eighth grade.”

Lauren scowled, trying her best not to give in to the urge to smile back. “I’ll bet. Who are ‘they’? 
Did ‘they’ do that to you?” she asked, pointing to what looked like a new abrasion along his right 
cheekbone.

“No.” He smiled. “That was nothing more than a quick etiquette lesson by the arresting officers.”

Lauren stiffened. She was hardly a neophyte in the ways of police, but it didn’t make her any happier. 
“Did you provoke it?”

“Of course. I was found standing over a dead federal agent with a gun in my hand. They had every 
right to object.”




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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

New York Times bestselling, RWA Hall of Fame author Eileen Dreyer has published 31 romance 
novels in most genres, 8 medical­forensic suspenses, and 10 short stories.

2015 sees Eileen enjoying critical acclaim for her foray into historical romance, the Drake’s Rakes 
series, which Eileen labels as Regency Romantic Adventure that follows a group of Regency 
aristocrats who are willing to sacrifice everything to keep their country safe. She is also working 
on her first non­fiction book, TRAVELS WITH DAVE, about a journey she's been taking with a friend's 
ashes.

A retired trauma nurse, Eileen lives in her native St. Louis with her husband, children, and
large and noisy Irish family, of which she is the reluctant matriarch. She has animals but refuses 
to subject them to the limelight.




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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION

Eileen will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly chosen commenter.

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