We're thrilled to participate in a multi-blog chapter reveal for the highly anticipated release of Out of Plans by one of our favorite authors, Stylo Fantôme, scheduled for release on December 15th. Out of Plans is Book 2 of The Mercenaries series and the final conclusion and thrilling sequel to Best Laid Plans.
We had the pleasure of reading an early copy and will say this... only Stylo is capable of making is lust over a Colombian drug lord and after finishing the books we needed a strong drink and a heavy supply of Xanax. ;) A must read for those adrenaline junkies, thrill seekers, and avid action-adventure booknerds because Stylo is one badass and fearless storyteller.
In addition to the Chapter Reveal, we're giving a lucky reader a chance to win an advance copy of Out of Plans and a $10 Gift Card! Enjoy the killer teasers, happy reading, and good luck!
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We had the pleasure of reading an early copy and will say this... only Stylo is capable of making is lust over a Colombian drug lord and after finishing the books we needed a strong drink and a heavy supply of Xanax. ;) A must read for those adrenaline junkies, thrill seekers, and avid action-adventure booknerds because Stylo is one badass and fearless storyteller.
In addition to the Chapter Reveal, we're giving a lucky reader a chance to win an advance copy of Out of Plans and a $10 Gift Card! Enjoy the killer teasers, happy reading, and good luck!
12/7 The Rock Stars of Romance { us! :) }
12/8 Angie and Jessica’s Dreamy Reads
12/9 Shh Moms Reading
12/10 Schmexy Girl Book Blog
12/11 Natasha is a Book Junkie
Out of Plans Chapter Reveal
DAY ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FIVE
Marcelle De Sant.
He'd never thought much about his name. His father was of Spanish decent. His mother, English and Irish. Nothing terribly exciting. He wasn't sure where “Marcelle” had come from – no relatives shared the name. He'd always figured his mother just liked romantic sounding names. He went by “Marc” most of the time, anyway, so it wasn't like it really mattered.
In his later years, it became its own brand. He'd considered concealing it for a while. Marcelle De Sant the mercenary, jesus, it sounded like something out of a movie. His reputation quickly grew enough to precede him, though, so it wasn't like he could change it.
Sometimes he would remember the way Lily said his name. She'd mostly called him Marc, like most people, but sometimes she had used his full name. When she was teasing or flirting, or when she was being bratty or mocking. She would stretch it out, place the emphasis on the second syllable, mar-CELLE, and linger over the L's, her tongue between her teeth. If he concentrated hard enough, he would swear he could actually hear her whispering it in his ear.
“Marcelle!”
Though it was hard to concentrate on anything at all when the goddamn devil was shrieking at him.
“This is really embarrassing,” he sighed, letting his head drop back on his shoulders.
“What's embarrassing, dear?” the blonde woman cooed, leaning into his line of sight.
“Being caught by someone like you.”
Roksana Stankovski was harmless to look at – a slip of a woman, short and petite. She had long blonde hair and big blue eyes, and only wore white. Marc hadn't been able to figure it out at first, why all the white. But later on it became apparent to him.
Mrs. Stankovski liked blood, and she liked taking it by force. It would splash against her creamy leather jackets and her pristine satin shirts, so vivid against the stark white background she would provide.
He felt so stupid. Getting caught, like an amateur. He'd gotten sloppy since Africa. He didn't sleep right, he was always moving, always hunting, and his brain was always there. In the sand and heat. Driving those highways and roads. With her sitting right next to him.
Visit Angie and Jessica’s Dreamy Reads tomorrow for the next part of the chapter.
Marcelle De Sant.
He'd never thought much about his name. His father was of Spanish decent. His mother, English and Irish. Nothing terribly exciting. He wasn't sure where “Marcelle” had come from – no relatives shared the name. He'd always figured his mother just liked romantic sounding names. He went by “Marc” most of the time, anyway, so it wasn't like it really mattered.
In his later years, it became its own brand. He'd considered concealing it for a while. Marcelle De Sant the mercenary, jesus, it sounded like something out of a movie. His reputation quickly grew enough to precede him, though, so it wasn't like he could change it.
Sometimes he would remember the way Lily said his name. She'd mostly called him Marc, like most people, but sometimes she had used his full name. When she was teasing or flirting, or when she was being bratty or mocking. She would stretch it out, place the emphasis on the second syllable, mar-CELLE, and linger over the L's, her tongue between her teeth. If he concentrated hard enough, he would swear he could actually hear her whispering it in his ear.
“Marcelle!”
Though it was hard to concentrate on anything at all when the goddamn devil was shrieking at him.
“This is really embarrassing,” he sighed, letting his head drop back on his shoulders.
“What's embarrassing, dear?” the blonde woman cooed, leaning into his line of sight.
“Being caught by someone like you.”
Roksana Stankovski was harmless to look at – a slip of a woman, short and petite. She had long blonde hair and big blue eyes, and only wore white. Marc hadn't been able to figure it out at first, why all the white. But later on it became apparent to him.
Mrs. Stankovski liked blood, and she liked taking it by force. It would splash against her creamy leather jackets and her pristine satin shirts, so vivid against the stark white background she would provide.
He felt so stupid. Getting caught, like an amateur. He'd gotten sloppy since Africa. He didn't sleep right, he was always moving, always hunting, and his brain was always there. In the sand and heat. Driving those highways and roads. With her sitting right next to him.
Visit Angie and Jessica’s Dreamy Reads tomorrow for the next part of the chapter.
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Out of Plans, The Mercenaries Book #2
Releases 12/15
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Best Laid Plans, The Mercenaries Book #1
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THE PLAN:
* Smuggle diamonds from Liberia to Morocco
* Make the trip in three days
* Don't get caught
* Don't kill each other
* Don't have sex with each other
* Don't fall for each other
* Stick to the plan
This is the story of what happens when an unlikely bond is formed between enemies, causing tensions to rise, and igniting a chemistry that threatens to burn them both. Together, they'll learn that sometimes even the best laid plans can fail.
* Smuggle diamonds from Liberia to Morocco
* Make the trip in three days
* Don't get caught
* Don't kill each other
* Don't have sex with each other
* Don't fall for each other
* Stick to the plan
This is the story of what happens when an unlikely bond is formed between enemies, causing tensions to rise, and igniting a chemistry that threatens to burn them both. Together, they'll learn that sometimes even the best laid plans can fail.
Author Bio: Meet the Fabulous Stylo Fantôme
Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ..., forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.
Yeah. I think that about sums me up.
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I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.
Yeah. I think that about sums me up.
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