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Welcome to Giveaway week, where every day you can enter to win a copy of one of my books! Giveaways will remain open all week with drawings and winners announced Saturday, May 25. Before we get to today’s featured title, here’s a look at the week ahead:

  • Monday – FAMILIAR LIGHT (romantic suspense) – Enter here
  • Tuesday – TIDE OF LIES (romantic suspense) – You are here
  • Wednesday – UNFORGIVEN (romantic suspense) – Enter here
  • Thursday – HAWTHORNE (ghost story romance) – Enter here
  • Friday – LAST CALL (romantic suspense) – Enter here

Now that you know what to look forward to later in the week, here’s a look at today’s giveaway title. Check out the blurb and excerpt, and if you’d like a chance to win it you can enter by leaving a comment below. (As long as you leave your email addy in the comment form, you do NOT need to post it publicly).

GIVEAWAY CLOSED. Thanks so much for your wonderful comments. Random.org has spoken and today’s winner is Eli Yanti. Congratulations, Eli!

Tide of Lies

romantic suspense | April 2, 2012

A devastating secret. A shocking betrayal. A deadly obsession.

Haunted by three unsolved murders, Detective Holden Whitlow is stunned when his cold case takes a heated turn. Julia Cohen, his ex-lover, is back in town, and in the face of a brutal attack she’s ready to run. No matter how tightly she holds her secrets, for Holden, turning away from the woman he’s spent a decade trying to forget isn’t any more an option than walking away from his job . . . even when it threatens to cost Julia her life.

Julia is still reeling from a past she can’t bear to face. When she becomes the target of a killer, fate throws her back into Holden’s arms, but she’s yet to recover from a truth that has stripped her of everything—and everyone—she loves. Will she tell him the secret that will destroy him, or will her lie destroy them both?

  • Title: TIDE OF LIES
  • Author: Sarah Ballance
  • Genre: Romantic Suspense
  • Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing, 2012
  • ISBN 13: 978-1-60592-408-3
  • Audio ISBN: N/A
  • Available format(s): ebook

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Tide of Lies | Excerpt

Julia Cohen. The name wasn’t familiar, but the nagging feeling Holden should know it tailed him all the way to the hospital. The unease kept him company in the otherwise empty elevator where he now stood, thumbs hooked in his pockets with his fingers tapping his thighs. The numbers above the doors lit in rapid succession before landing on six with a quiet ping.

Julia . . . Julia . . . .

The doors slid open to reveal a bustling nurses’ station. Ahead, a uniformed officer leaned against the wall, saving Holden the trouble of asking directions. He flashed his badge to the desk nurse and made his way down the hall, sidestepping an elderly woman in a wheelchair and food cart with a stack of covered dishes. The smell of the waiting dinners made his stomach rumble, reminding him he’d skipped lunch.

His stride faltered as he neared the room. He should have stopped for an update on Ms. Cohen’s condition. Now, thanks to his bull-nosed curiosity, he had no idea what to expect. With a nod to the officer, Holden knocked lightly on the door, and then waited a few seconds before letting himself in.

Afternoon sunlight bathed the room in an earthy glow, casting a deep shadow over her face and masking her identity from him. His only clue was the shape of the blankets draped over her, which suggested her frame was slight, her height petite. Lacking anything else to go on, Holden took her name for another spin. Julia . . .

“You cut your hair,” she said.

Startled, Holden drew his hand to his head, his palm pressing the soft spikes aside.

Quiet laughter met his ears. “You didn’t know?”

Holden squirmed inside, feeling every bit the schmuck for not recognizing her, though she clearly felt she knew him. But her voice . . . it might have been familiar if not for the dry, raspy undertones—a beating could do that to a person, though. Damn. His victim knew him—or thought she did—and he hadn’t a clue who she was. After the trio of murders hit Barrier Shoals, he’d had plenty of cameras shoved in his face. Was she one of those so-called murder groupies? Either way, she had the advantage. If he could only see her . . . he struggled with the urge to turn on the overhead light, eliminating the shadows. Grasping, he tried to remember when he’d last made a change to his hair.

Seventeen. Right before his first semester of college, his mom pleaded with him to ditch the shaggy surfer cut—something to do with the world not taking him seriously with his hair in his face. She equated grooming with respectability, and Holden had fast learned the fine art of choosing his battles. Maybe that’s why he felt for the kid standing in his socks at the crime scene—Holden had been there and done a little too much of that.

But choosing battles wasn’t the only thing Holden had done that summer.

He’d been engaged . . . .

Recognition slammed into him.

“Jules.” His voice broke. He tried to hide it by clearing his throat. This was a hellfire state of awkward. It wasn’t every day a man ran into the woman who’d made a dizzying, mind-blowing play for his virginity . . . and won.

That part had been amazing. The rest, he had just tried to forget.