I hope you are off to a great summer! Here in Montana, the heat is climbing and breaking long-standing records. I hope wherever you are, you have air conditioning and a steady supply of Mai Tais (or at least a cabana boy named Sven to bring you a cold drink)!I find myself stuck inside and dreaming of cooler days and maybe a few hotter nights… (With said cabana boy, maybe?) To help you get through these hot days, I have worked together with my publisher to offer a once in a lifetime sale! Together, we have put ALL of my Nymph Series novels into one HOT collection, for one COOL price of only $0.76 for Kindle (or $0.99 for Nook)!!!
That’s so awesome, I’m beading up with excitement! Holy buckets, Sven, bring me a towel!
OMG, can someone say #HottieMcButterpants!If you are interested, you can also find The Nymph’s Curse in the following locations:AmazonBarnes and NobleiTunesAnd all other major retailersHope you have a great summer and may you have many hot nights while reading The Nymph’s Curse collection!-Danica Winters
Books, For Readers, Guest Blogger, Special Operations
WHEN DEATH COMES FOR YOU
Sergeant Brooke Forester wants to live a life that means something, and one in which she isn’t perpetually shrouded by her father’s sins.
YOU MUST FIGHT
But in the blink-and-you-miss town of Sula, Montana, gossip constantly sweeps through the community… And, while Brooke has been the public’s target for years, soon no gossip is juicier than that about the sexy, new FBI agent Sawyer Reynolds who has come to investigate a series of strange and gruesome murders.
OR DIE
Just when Brooke thinks she escapes her past, her past returns—
and brings a cold, calculating psychopath right along with it.
And this time, the killer won’t stop until they take every last shred of her identity and eventually, her life.
For Readers
Excerpt from Hidden Truth (STEALTH Series, Book 1):
She clicked open the tabs of the gun case, exposing the M24 sniper rifle. It was a thing of beauty. Even without firing a single round from this particular gun, Trish Martin could recall the precise feel of pulling the trigger, smelling the spent powder and watching as her enemies fell to their knees.
There was no greater feeling in the world than a justified kill. The men standing around her, those dealing in death, would be easy to strip from this earth…
