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Saturday, July 22, 2017

BLOG TOUR: Dead & Buried by Jennifer Rebecca

Welcome to the official Blog Tour for Jennifer Rebecca's Dead and Buried, the first book in the Funerals &e Obituaries Mystery series! Of course on a blog tour, there are various post, such as excerpts, reviews, and more! On our tour stop today, we have an exciting exerpt AND a tour-wide giveaway to share!!! Check it out and grab your copy today!
Follow the tour (tour schedule is at the end of this post)!

Genre:

New Adult

Mystery Romance

Series:

Funeral & Obituaries Mystery, #1

Publish Date:

July 17, 2017

Synopsis:

You ever hear the phrase, “about as successful as a soup sandwich?” Well, that's me, I am the soup sandwich, but instead of a soggy mess, you have twenty five year old with a Bachelor’s degree in nothing useful who just quit her job at the local home improvement store where there were definitely no Christian Greys looking to tie anyone up--and that's not a bad thing. I know, it's looking pretty sad right about now, but at least I don't still live with my parents…

So, here I am, embarking on a new journey covering the Funerals and Obituaries section of the local paper, the San Diego Metro News, for the editor-brace yourself-my uncle, Sal. Unfortunately, while my parents are on vacation, my Granny and her friends are determined to stir up some trouble, but this time, they may have bitten off more than they can chew, especially when some of the residents of the local retirement community are turning up unnaturally dead.

There is nothing that will keep me from protecting the people that I love, no matter how crazy they may be--not even the sexy, I mean stubborn, homicide detective Trent Foyle can stop me.

My name is Shelby Whitmore and I'm kind of the newest reporter for the San Diego Metro News, but hey, I'm a hit with the blue hairs.

*Excerpt*

“Shelby,” he gasps in mock shock. “Are you not wearing any panties under my sweatpants? I like it,” he growls as he trails his fingers between my legs.

“No,” I say, breathless. “I’m not.”

Trent groans as he kisses my mouth again before sliding his lips over my jaw, my throat. He nips at my shoulder blade but then soothes the hurt with another soft kiss. My fingers tangle in the sheets on the bed we never made this morning.

Trent trails his mouth down over the tops of my breasts and then in between them. Down my belly, over my belly button, and farther south until his head is between my thighs.

“Trent . . . ,” I whisper.

“Shh,” he says as he pins my hips farther open. Almost to the point of pain. My lower legs are still tangled in the sweatpants.

And then he’s there. He licks me once. Twice. And I gasp and grip the sheets tighter in my hands. I feel him smile against my overheated skin, and I fist my hand in his hair, pulling. He licks me again and again before adding a finger and then another, stretching me. I burn. My body is on fire.

“Trent . . . ,” I whisper as he stands and slowly undoes the row of buttons on his fabulously worn jeans and slides them down his muscular legs. His eyes are searing into mine. I bite down on my bottom lip, watching him.

Trent slowly pulls my borrowed pants down my legs, freeing them, but I still can’t move. Watching Trent is like watching a tiger prowl. He tosses the sweatpants to the floor and then crawls up the bed toward me. I release the breath I had been holding when he places his large palm on my shin and pushes it forward until my knee is under my arm, along the side of my body. I am totally open to him. His eyes never leave mine as he slides in deep.

He rests his forehead on mine, squeezing his eyes closed tight and letting out a deep breath before snapping his eyes open again. But now, he sees me differently. He gently brushes my hair out of my face and kisses me again. I wrap my other leg around his back and wiggle, trying to get him to move.

Trent smiles against my mouth before pulling his hips back and then thrusting back in, in long, sharp strokes. Again and again. I wrap my arms around his neck and arch into him. He groans into my mouth.

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**About the Author**

Jennifer Rebecca is a thirty something lover of words, all words: the written, the spoken, the sung (even poorly), the sweet, the funny, and even the four letter variety. She is a native of San Diego, California where she grew up reading the Brownings and Rebecca with her mother and Clifford and the Dog who Glowed in the Dark with her dad, much to her mother’s dismay.

Jennifer is a graduate of California State University San Marcos where she studied Criminology and Justice Studies. She is also an Alpha Xi Delta.

10 years ago, she was swept off her feet by her very own sailor. Today, they are happily married and the parents of a 8 year old and 6 year old twins. She can often be found in East Texas on the soccer fields, drawing with her children, or reading. Jennifer is convinced that if she puts her fitbit on one of the dogs, she might finally make her step goals. She loves a great romance, an alpha hero, and lots and lots of laughter.

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