I’m so excited about the upcoming release of Invisible Pursuit on April 12. This is a rebranding of my book Exposed, which means if you’ve read Exposed, you’ve read Invisible Pursuit.
Remember in an earlier blog, Do You Judge a Book by Its Cover, I talked about the difficulty of selling a book titled Exposed during a pandemic? I explained I would rebrand it with a new title and cover. Well, here is the rebrand and I love it.
I worked with Bryan Cohen’s Best Page Forward team, and I love what they came up with. Unfortunately, even though it’s the same story, I will lose the reviews on Exposed. But you can help!
I will send you a digital Author Review Copy (ARC) for FREE! After you read it, it would be great if you would please write a review. Reviews don’t have to be long, and they don’t have to summarize the plot. Just tell what you liked (or didn’t like. I prefer honest reviews). If you write your review in Word or Pages and save it, you can simply copy and paste it into Goodreads and/or onto the buy page on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Kobo, etc.
You would help make Invisible Pursuit visible to other readers, and would be helping me so much!
Remember, this is a rebrand of Exposed, so if you’ve already read that book Invisible Pursuit will be a repeat. If you did read and review Exposed on Amazon, you could copy your review and paste it onto the Invisible Pursuit buy page.
Reviews are important because they help other readers find the book, and reviews allow authors to advertise their books on sites like BookBub. If there are no reviews or few reviews, those sites reject the book promotion.
If you would like to join my “ARC Reader Team” and get a free copy, just let me know in the comments.
I am so excited about this!!
Here’s a peek at Invisible Pursuit:
Above the rapid-fire tattoo of her heart, Layla heard the far-off sirens. Sweat pricked her scalp and beaded on her upper lip as she sat motionless waiting for the first responders. What is that? Anthrax? Sarin? Will I end up in ICU, attached to machines? She saw the image of her body, white as marble, on a medical examiner’s table.
Hunkered into the corner of the couch farthest from her desk and the opened envelope, she tried to protect her shallow breathing through the scarf she held against her nose and mouth. The light scent of Chanel did nothing to comfort her.
Who sent it and why?
Line up the suspects. I’m sure there are hundreds.
Inside the office, an eerie silence surrounded her. So different from the chaotic noise when all employees had been instructed to leave the main area. Chairs had tipped as people leapt from them, some women had been weeping, some people, praying. At least, she’d heard a lot of “Oh, my Gods.” Praying or cursing?
Now, she was alone. Granted, she preferred to be alone most of the time, closing her door to the office gossip and drama.
But she had never felt this alone in her life.
Mom had once told her, “Friends are the dessert of life, Layla. Fill your plate with them. And true love, that’s the icing on the cake.”
Her gaze traveled to the picture of her parents on her desk. A Mediterranean cruise. The sapphire-blue sea was a cruel backdrop to her mother’s pale face and sunken eyes, signs of the cancer that was already destroying her once healthy, vibrant body. Beside her, Clarence Forrester did not look at the sea or the sites, but only at Margaret, his eyes shining with adoration. His robust complexion a stark contrast to her pallor. He had an arm around her shoulders as if to shield her from what they all knew was ahead—more chemotherapy, more radiation, hospice, and death.
Layla swallowed. I’m not ready to see you yet, Mom. Dad still needs me.
She jumped as her door opened and something from a 1950s-sci-fi movie entered. A tall figure shrouded in a lime-green hazmat suit peered at her through a helmet that looked like an inverted tumbler plunked on his head. After closing the door, he strode toward her as best he could. Slowly raising his arms, he reached out to her. She shrank away; it was the childhood terror of watching sci-fi movies on Saturday afternoon, her head tucked into Dad’s chest. She whimpered, and shame coursed through her veins.
His face was hidden behind the visor that reflected her own appearance back to her. At first, she didn’t recognize her face—it was a mask of helplessness, her brows drawn together, her eyes bright with terror, her lips pressed together. Every emotion she had fought to hide from others was now exposed on her face.
She loathed this man who saw her vulnerability. She loathed this man she could not see.
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I gotta tell you I swoon a little about Jack, the hero (yes, the hazmat guy Layla hates right now). It was so much fun to write their story and see the transformation in their relationship. Hint: it wasn’t easy LOL.
If you would like to help me launch Invisible Pursuit, comment or use the Contact Me form on my blog and I will send you the link to download the ebook.
Thanks! I so appreciate all of you!! *mwah*