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Sunday, March 2, 2014

Guest Post with Author A. M. Hargrove and Giveaway

Meet A. M. Hargrove, author of Tragic Desires.

One day, on her way home from work as a sales manager, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast forward and if she didn't do something soon, it would quickly be too late to write that work of fiction she had been dreaming of her whole life. So, she rolled down the passenger window of her fabulous (not) company car and tossed out her leather briefcase. Luckily, the pedestrian in the direct line of fire was a dodge ball pro and had ├╝ber quick reflexes enabling him to avoid getting bashed in the head. Feeling a tad guilty about the near miss, A. M. made a speedy turn down a deserted side street before tossing her crummy, outdated piece-of-you-know-what laptop out the window. She breathed a liberating sigh of relief, picked up her cell phone, called her boss and quit her job. Grinning, she made another call to her hubs and told him of her new adventure (after making sure his heart was beating properly again).

So began A. M. Hargrove's career as a YA/NA and Adult Romance writer. Her books include the following: Edge of Disaster, Shattered Edge and Kissing Fire (The Edge Series); The Guardians of Vesturon series (Survival, Resurrection, Determinant, reEmergent and Beginnings); Dark Waltz and Tragically Flawed.

Other than being in love with writing about being in love, she loves chocolate, ice cream and coffee and is positive they should be added as part of the USDA food groups.

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Journal Entry—Drexel Wolfe

Just left the courthouse. It’s official. My legal name is now Drexel Wolfe. I’ll finally be able to shed the chains of my former identity, which will take the shame away from my parents. They will no longer have to bear that burden any longer.

The silent pain in my father’s eyes was bad enough, but it was my mother’s sobs that ripped through my heart during my court-martial. To have gone from their sole source of pride to one of utter shame was undeniably worse than being held prisoner by the Iraqis. At that moment, I’d wished I had died over there. At least the men who saved me wouldn’t have faced the same punishment as I.

No use in looking back. We can’t change the past but can only do something about the future. And that’s what I intend to do. This business I’m starting up will hopefully push me to a different place in life … a place where I can begin again and leave that past behind.

Drexel Wolfe Investigations—or DWI … has a decent ring to it. With my background I should be able to make a go of it. We’ll see. Don’t have much other choice. I can’t just lie around and not do anything. That goes against everything I am. So with this skeleton staff I’ve hired, we’re off to our new beginnings next week.

Journal Entry—Drexel Wolfe, 2 years later

I found this old journal entry and it’s hard to believe 2 years have slipped by. This business has far exceeded what I ever thought it would do. In fact, it’s made all of us wealthy. In 2 years, I’ve gone from a small time operation to expanding into a huge office building that I now own. We have contracts from both the private and public sector and I had to hire a consulting firm a year ago to write up a 5-year business plan. We’ve gone from taking any kind of client to having them lining up just to get to talk to us for the possibility of us taking them on. Life is crazy. I can’t keep up with it all and have a full time, round the clock staff that is versed in handling everything from the tiniest detail to a full blown kidnapping case.

Journal Entry—Drexel Wolfe, 1 year later

The impossible happened. My heart got wrapped around the pinky finger of a dark haired, dark eyed beauty. Swore it would never happen, but it did and now I’m so fucked, I don’t know which way to turn. The worst part of it all is she’s wanted. Not only by me, but by some serious shit out there and I can’t pinpoint who they are. My head’s so fucked up, I can’t see clearly anymore and it worries me that I’m going to miss something. And that she’s going to get hurt. That’s not an option. At all. Can’t figure out how all this happened. I suppose even the best laid plans get FUBARed. Mine did the day she walked into my life. I don’t even think the same. I lose all my common sense around that woman. Damn. Her. Damn. Me.



My name is Gemini Sheridan. At least that’s what I thought it was for 23 years. Then one day a slight adjustment on the wheel of my mountain bike set into motion a series of catastrophic events that changed my life forever. Now I’m running from the headaches that threaten to destroy me… from the assassins that threaten to kill me… from the truth that exposes who I really am… and from the man that wants to save me. Because he now owns my heart and I fear him above all others.

My name is Drexel Wolfe and I’m a private investigator. Nothing ever stands in the way of what I want because when I see something I just take it. All of that changed the night my life collided with Gemini Sheridan’s and now everything is one hot damn mess. And the worst part of it all is that I’m trying to save her ass and I don’t know why the hell I’m even bothering. Well, that’s not exactly true. Fact is, I can’t stop thinking about her. She’s crawled into every thought I own, asleep or awake. I have serious plans for her that include making her mine. What she doesn’t know is that when I play, I play for keeps. Nothing and no one will get in my way or stop me… not even Gemini Sheridan herself.

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2 comments :

  1. Thanks so much for being a part of the Tragic Desires release tour! xoxo

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  2. Hi A.M.! Thanks for the wonderful giveaway opportunity! It sounds like a really good read.

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