Dark Days of Promise by Shaunna Gonzales - Book Blitz + Giveaway
Shaunna Gonzales currently resides with her family in the
greater Seattle area. Married over thirty years, her role as wife and mother of
four continue to be her priorities.
greater Seattle area. Married over thirty years, her role as wife and mother of
four continue to be her priorities.
A storyteller in her youth, she endevored to extend her love
of stories to the written word and in 2005 began to write her first novel.
Though that manuscript will remain buried, she has continued to learn.
of stories to the written word and in 2005 began to write her first novel.
Though that manuscript will remain buried, she has continued to learn.
Once told by her doctors that she would never leave herwheelchair -- due to her Multiple sclerosis. It has been tucked in a closet
while she continues on. (In other words muddles on.)
Shaunna has worked as a professional reviewer for InD'Tales
eMagazine for three years. In 2012 she also served as the vice president of
Moonwriters, the on-line chapter of American Night Writers Association (ANWA
She prefers to write romantic fiction and has ventured into the romantic
suspense, and time-travel genres. Her debut novel, Dark Day s of Promise was
released by Desert Breeze Publishing in 2012 re-released 2015.
eMagazine for three years. In 2012 she also served as the vice president of
Moonwriters, the on-line chapter of American Night Writers Association (ANWA
She prefers to write romantic fiction and has ventured into the romantic
suspense, and time-travel genres. Her debut novel, Dark Day s of Promise was
released by Desert Breeze Publishing in 2012 re-released 2015.
Although
she prefers to spend her days writing, she is willing to share what she has
learned from the school of life and is often found "giving back."
she prefers to spend her days writing, she is willing to share what she has
learned from the school of life and is often found "giving back."
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Thirty-four year old Vicki Laramie must learn to trust before she can love, but she might die trying.
While Vicki’s children grapple with the death of their father
-- a man whom she’s successfully fabricated as loving, a lie her rebellious
teenager recognizes -- she must find a way to support her family and find a
role model for her boys. She never intends to fall for Staff Sergeant Chase,
her best friend’s son, who suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).
She’d much rather choose a safer man to love, but her children have a voice in
the decision she makes. With two deaths to deal with, a suitor after her money,
a rebellious son, and Sergeant Chase’s repeated attacks, she can only hope to
survive the danger she faces. If she doesn’t, her children will be left without
either parent.
-- a man whom she’s successfully fabricated as loving, a lie her rebellious
teenager recognizes -- she must find a way to support her family and find a
role model for her boys. She never intends to fall for Staff Sergeant Chase,
her best friend’s son, who suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).
She’d much rather choose a safer man to love, but her children have a voice in
the decision she makes. With two deaths to deal with, a suitor after her money,
a rebellious son, and Sergeant Chase’s repeated attacks, she can only hope to
survive the danger she faces. If she doesn’t, her children will be left without
either parent.
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Snippet:
My heart raced. I hadn't heard a car or even
footsteps on the porch. The visitor had caught me unawares. I answered the
door, opening it no more than six inches, the security chain in place.
footsteps on the porch. The visitor had caught me unawares. I answered the
door, opening it no more than six inches, the security chain in place.
Kelly stood in the amber glow of the porch light.
The purple scarf and gloves he had borrowed in hand. I found myself staring,
captured by the honey brown of his eyes.
The purple scarf and gloves he had borrowed in hand. I found myself staring,
captured by the honey brown of his eyes.
It required considerable effort to pull my gaze from
his smoldering eyes. I cleared my throat in a genteel manner to mask the
effort. A foray of butterflies flip-flopped within my stomach. Couldn't he
turn it off for even a minute? I knew he had at the restaurant. There I'd
experienced his cool regard from a distance. The animal magnetism seemed a
better choice.
his smoldering eyes. I cleared my throat in a genteel manner to mask the
effort. A foray of butterflies flip-flopped within my stomach. Couldn't he
turn it off for even a minute? I knew he had at the restaurant. There I'd
experienced his cool regard from a distance. The animal magnetism seemed a
better choice.
I glanced over my shoulder at the glittering tree
lights, bidding them deference until later.
lights, bidding them deference until later.
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