May 1, 2013

Spotlight On... Carved in Darkness by Maegan Beaumont and GIVEAWAY!

It is with immense pleasure and bucket loads of excitement that I can shine a spotlight on one of my favourite reads of 2013 thus far, and the gorgeous author who wrote it, Maegan Beaumont, who has offered up a *personally signed copy* of her book Carved in Darkness to one lucky reader!!
(please see rafflecopter at the bottom of page)

Past horrors bleed into a present day nightmare

Fifteen years ago, a psychotic killer abducted seventeen year old Melissa Walker. For 83 days she was raped and tortured before being left for dead in a deserted church yard... But she was still alive.

Melissa begins a new life as homicide inspector, Sabrina Vaughn. With a new face and a new name, it's her job to hunt down murderers and it's a job she does very well.

When Michael O'Shea, a childhood acquaintance with a suspicious past, suddenly finds her, he brings to life the nightmare Sabrina has long since buried.

Believing that his sister was recently murdered by the same monster who attacked Sabrina, Michael is dead set on getting his revenge--using Sabrina as bait.

*I loved Carved in Darkness and you can read my review here*


Michael looked at her for a few moments before he pushed the gate open and crossed the lawn to retrieve her jacket. Bringing it to her, he held it out but she refused to accept it. She preferred to keep both hands wrapped around the gun dangling between her knees. Waiting another beat, he tossed the jacket on the porch.
“You broke his finger.” The thought seemed to amuse him.
           “No, I didn’t. I dislocated it.”
He laughed. “You can put that away now,” he said, nodding toward the SIG.
“I like it just where it is.” Her eyes locked on his face. “What are you doing here, O’Shea?”
He flashed her a killer smile. She tightened her grip on her SIG and waited for him to start spitting lies.
Her spine snapped tight, encased in ice. “Don’t call me that.”
“Okay, Sabrina… I wanted to apologize for this morning. Lucy knew I was going to be in the area and she asked me to look in on you. I really didn’t think you’d recognize me.” The explanation sounded completely reasonable and it would have been enough to placate her if it were true.
            The smile didn’t fade. It blinked out like a switch had been flipped. In its place was a carefully guarded expression that gave away nothing.
“He killed my sister,” he said quietly. The words carried the force of a wrecking ball. They hit her square in the chest, nearly knocking her over.
            “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
            “Liar.” He threw her word back at her with vicious smile. It held for a moment before his face gave way under the weight of his grief. He looked away from her for a moment, seemed to be wavering, choosing his words, before he turned back to look at her. “I need your help.”
            She stood and re-holstered her gun at her side.
            He made a noise that sounded like a strangled laugh and nodded his head. “You don’t even know what I want.”
“I’ve got a pretty good idea but it really doesn’t matter. The answer stands.” She turned to leave. What he wanted from her was obvious. It would be what she’d want from him if she were in his place. He wanted her to go back to Jessup with him so he could bait the hook.
Not gonna happen.
            “Let me ask you something… do you feel even a tiny bit guilty you’re alive? I mean, don’t you feel like all those dead girls are at least partially your fault?”
            “What?” she said. His words rooted her in place. She turned to stare at him while the porch steps rolled beneath her feet like the deck of a ship. She turned around to face him. “What girls?”
            “Really? You thought he stopped with you? Guys like that don’t do what he did to you and then just stop.” His tone was hard. Cold.
She shook her head, still unwilling to believe. “No. I would’ve heard—”
“He likes waitresses. Young ones with blue eyes. Spreads it around—Texas, Oklahoma, Louisiana, Arkansas. Sticks to small towns with podunk sheriffs that couldn’t find their asses with both hands and a map. He’s disciplined. Careful. He only takes one a year. Guess when?” he said, his words sucked the air out of her lungs. She couldn’t breathe.
October first. Today. He was hunting today.
“He takes them and—poof—they’re gone, never seen again. Frankie was number fourteen. My guess? He’s looking for number fifteen—if he doesn’t have her already.”
            Liar. He’s a liar. He’d say anything to get her to do what he wanted.
            “How do you know? If the police can’t put it together, how did you figure it out?”
            “I have unlimited resources and I’m highly motivated.”
            His answer reminded her she had no idea who or what he was. Not anymore. She turned her back on him, surprised she found her way up the last of the steps without stumbling. She turned to give him another look. “Stay away from me. Stay away from my family.”
            “I’m not going anywhere. You’re going to help me.” He bared his teeth in another vicious smile. “One way or another.” He backed away from her until he was standing in the glow of the streetlamp. The sullen young boy she remembered was gone. In his place was a hardened man who would not take no for an answer.
“Oh, and a word of advice… stop digging into my background. You’re going to get your boyfriend killed. I’m staying at the Brewster place. You want to know something, just ask.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“No. I’m warning you.”
“Don’t come back here.” She wanted to run. Instead, she crossed the porch slowly and
pushed through the door. She closed it with a quiet click and engaged every lock in an impressive row of chains and deadbolts.
I’m staying at the Brewster place. You want to know something, just ask…
            The Brewster place was a B&B, one street over—directly behind her house. She looked out the foyer window. He was gone.
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Maegan Beaumont is the author of CARVED IN DARKNESS, the first book in the Sabrina Vaughn thriller series (Available through Midnight Ink, spring 2013). A native Phoenician, Maegan’s stories are meant to make you wonder what the guy standing in front of you in the Starbucks line has locked in his basement, and feel a strong desire to sleep with the light on. When she isn’t busy fulfilling her duties as Domestic Goddess for her high school sweetheart turned husband, Joe, and their four children, she is locked in her office with her computer, her coffee pot and her Rhodesian Ridgeback, and one true love, Jade.

And now for the giveaway! 
Its super easy to enter and open internationally!
Thanks again Maegan for your generosity 
and GOOD LUCK everyone :)

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  1. I'm so excited! This is my very first giveaway. :) Thanks for having me, Cath!


  2. It's entirely my pleasure to have you here Maegan :)

  3. Channing Tatum..... I could stare at him all day ...sigh.....

  4. if it were soundproofed I'd lock my husband down there, that way he couldn't annoy me! haha. J/K. I'd have to say.... Alexander Skarsgård for SURE! that man is YUMMY, and I'd lock me down there with him. sigh....

  5. James Marsters for know lol

  6. Would definitely be Ian from vd

  7. omg thats a tough one. hmmmmmmmmm travis maddox :D you didnt say it couldnt be fictonal haha. and just because its travis "mad dog" maddox thats why :D

  8. Roarke from J. D. Robb's In Death series. He's a Hunk!!!

  9. I would have to Husband! I could get away tying him up plus I think he's so sexy! hahahaha ;)


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