Don't Close Your Eyes - Releases Today!!!
Don't Close Your Eyes -- my contemporary romantic suspense launches today at Cerridwen Press.
In honor of the launch, I'm hosting two separate contests.
On my website, I will be giving away an ARC copy of the book.
You can find the details here: http://www.maryeason.bravehost.com/contest.html
And I will be hosting a scavenger hunt on my blog, so stop by tomorrow and check out the details: http://maryeason.blogspot.com/
Here's a sneak peek of the book...
Tonight, nothing moved on the desert’s surface. Up above were thousands of stars as far as the eye could see, and a full moon fitting the Texas night blazed across the surface of the sky.It was the same dream as always. It had haunted her for six years. It always got to her. But then, coming so close to death was bound to lead to a few unpleasant dreams.If only it were that simple. Megan knew better. Just thinking about him made her want to check on Emmie again. She needed reassurance.Megan quietly opened the bedroom door and tiptoed to the bed, looking down at her sleeping child. Emmie—Emily Marie Beaumont, named after both Megan’s mother and grandmother, slept peacefully in her mother’s bed. She was so like Megan and yet so like her father that at times Megan could almost feel his touch again.
Tonight, nothing moved on the desert’s surface. Up above were thousands of stars as far as the eye could see, and a full moon fitting the Texas night blazed across the surface of the sky.It was the same dream as always. It had haunted her for six years. It always got to her. But then, coming so close to death was bound to lead to a few unpleasant dreams.If only it were that simple. Megan knew better. Just thinking about him made her want to check on Emmie again. She needed reassurance.Megan quietly opened the bedroom door and tiptoed to the bed, looking down at her sleeping child. Emmie—Emily Marie Beaumont, named after both Megan’s mother and grandmother, slept peacefully in her mother’s bed. She was so like Megan and yet so like her father that at times Megan could almost feel his touch again.
All the best...
Mary Eason
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