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Tide of Lies blog tour: Interview with author Sarah Ballance

It is a pleasure to welcome Sarah Ballance to my blog today. I first read her work as part of Six Sentence Sunday, and am excited to have her here to celebrate her new release, TIDE OF LIES.

So, Sarah, how long have you been writing with the hopes of publication?

SB: Ironically, not as long as I’ve held a publishing contract! LOL. I wrote my first book, DOWN IN FLAMES, just to prove to myself I could do it. I never thought it would actually be published—and frankly never really *wanted* to be published—but I spent six months writing it then sent it to a publisher so my crit partner would stop asking me to submit it. Imagine my shock when the only publisher I queried contracted the story! Around that time I discovered romantic suspense, and it was at that point I realized I really, *really* wanted to write. Talk about backing into a career, LOL!

What genres do you write in, and what appeals to you about those genres?

SB: I write some romance and some with paranormal elements, but my favorite by far is romantic suspense. There’s something about the marriage of romantic, sexual, and dangerous elements that just makes for unbelievable tension. I love it!

Do you have any recent or upcoming releases?

SB: My most recent release is the featured title, TIDE OF LIES. Coming soon is LAST CALL, and here’s the blurb:

An accidental witness to a murder-for-hire, ex-cop Rhys Clark becomes the target of ruthless killer—one determined to silence her at any cost. Playing dead seems to be the most likely way to stay alive, but when her protection comes in the form of mega-sexy former adversary Nick Massey, Rhys can think of  a few fates worse than death.
Nick Massey may have walked away from his troubles, but he never got past wanting Rhys. Once paired undercover, they’d been nothing but fireworks until a botched assignment ended her career, sending his into a tailspin. Now a mysterious client is willing to pay Nick anything to keep Rhys safe, but it isn’t until fate takes a critical turn that he realizes the devastating truth: he’s been her greatest threat all along.

Can you describe your daily writing routine?

SB: I wish I had one, LOL! In theory, I woke on interviews and blog stuff in the morning until about 10:00, at which time I put my work down to get started on the kids’ schooling. (My husband and I have six kids, ages 2-13, and we homeschool them). I check in to my blog and email throughout the day, and sometimes sneak in more writing time between school and dinner prep. After dinner, however, is when I get the majority of my writing time. My husband takes over the house and kids so I can write, which is so amazing of him. Naturally my “schedule” doesn’t always go as planned, but at least it’s something to which I can aspire, LOL.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

SB: I’m a hybrid. ;c) I have a basic plot in mind when I start writing, but I let my characters take over and boy do they ever! I guess the easiest way to say it is I know where they’re going, and it’s up to them to decide how they get there.

What is the best piece of advice you would give to aspiring authors?

SB: Find a reader or critter who won’t praise your work endlessly.  We all love to hear what we’re doing right, but if you never hear how you can improve, you *won’t.* Authors who refuse to take or learn from criticism are limiting themselves, and if there was one message I could get out, that’s it.

Excellent! That was the first piece of advice I received. Where can readers find you?

SB: To get to know me and my work—as well as a bunch of fantastic guest authors—my blog is the place to be. In addition to many great giveaways by my guests, I participate in many blog hops (most often with print copy giveaways open to international addresses) and offer a weekly gift card give away to my e-mail subscribers. You can find me and all of the details at http://www.sarahballance.wordpress.com, and if you’d like to learn more about my work you can also check out my website, http://sarahballance.com.

Where can readers find your books?

SB: I have a complete listing of my books and buy links on my website, specifically on this page:  http://www.sarahballance.com/about.html.

Thanks so much for having me here today! It’s truly an honor. ;c)

Tide of Lies:

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?

Buy Links: Noble Romance / Amazon / Barnes & Noble

Tide of Lies excerpt:

Another one.

Holden Whitlow could have done without that grim utterance from his sergeant re-entering his life. He exhaled, wishing the hot, summer sun would dissolve some of the unease weighing him down. But the scorching rays cutting through the windshield only left him hot and sticky, prompting his sunglasses to slide down his nose and his shirt to plaster against his back. The discomfort, however, didn’t best the miserable prospect of walking onto a crime scene and confronting the fourth murder victim of his short career.

Two years ago, a stalker turned murderer and took three local women as victims. The cases remained unsolved. Holden had been sopping wet behind the ears at the time, but his inexperience landed him a top-notch partner in Greg Martin, the lead detective who since retired. Although the whole Barrier Shoals PD had, at some point, worked the stalker case—Martin even checking in from his living room—guilt led Holden to carry the weight of the unsolved murders solo. It dug deep under his skin, and whether or not his cold case had just been set ablaze, the heat was on.

He wasn’t a math guy, but oh-for-four rang in his ears like nails on a chalkboard.

This murderer wouldn’t get away.

Spying the convenience store marking the crime scene, Holden steered his Crown Vic into the lot and parked on the far edge, intending to close the last sixty feet on foot. There was no reason to hurry or risk driving over evidence. The girl was dead.

Holden’s partner had beat him there, a faux pas the older detective would never let Holden live down. Detective John “Bear” Barrett surveyed the surroundings, fingers splayed on his hips, one hand in the vicinity of his badge and the other in close quarters with a Glock.

“You’re late,” he said, not bothering to look up as Holden neared.

Holden snorted. “I thought you were on vacation.”

“Was. I came back for the show.”

“I’m sure our vic appreciates your dedication to the cause,” Holden said, not feeling the edge of his own humor. He cast a cursory glance around the defunct Quik-Stop. Dented gas pumps stretched in a forlorn line, islands in a sea of broken glass. Thin lines of grass snaked over the lot, marking cracks in the pavement. Holden smelled the stench of abandonment, felt the pulse of death. “Where’s the body?”


Holden consulted his phone for the time. A quarter hour had passed since the call. A couple of techs had their noses to the pavement, plucking at the scattered, nearly microscopic debris of the abandoned lot with tweezers, but the coroner, David Frankel, was nowhere in sight. Short of disavowing protocol and shoving the body in his trunk, there was no way he could clear a scene in fifteen minutes. “The morgue? Already?”

Bear knelt, balancing on the balls of his feet, and cocked his head, studying the ground. Shifting his sunglasses away from his eyes, he raised an arm and motioned over a young woman from forensics.

“Make sure you catch this trail,” he said, pointing first to his feet, then in a line toward the building. Without waiting for her response, he righted himself and returned the shades to his nose. “I said hospital, Whitlow. Not morgue. Considering the victim is still breathing—but barely—I don’t think she’d take kindly to a tour of the basement.”

“She’s alive?”

Bear paced the twenty feet to the painted brick corner of the store. A metal door on the side hung slightly ajar, the word “JON” displayed with crooked, stuck-on letters. He nudged open the door wider with his foot. Seconds later, his head jerked to the side as if the stench had reached out and slapped him.

Laughing, Holden edged closer. “I could have told you not to breathe, Detective.”

He pulled a penlight from his pocket and directed it inside the stall, pressing his mouth in a thin line to suppress his gag reflex. Questionable patches in various shades of brown smeared the floors, and the toilet held what appeared to be a solid mass of waste he didn’t care to investigate. His quick sweep of the room came to an abrupt end at the sink, where dark crimson marred the already stained porcelain.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Holden asked, glancing to Bear, who had joined him in the doorway.

“Looks like blood to me.” Bear shook his head. “I’d sure hate to be the guy sopping up DNA out of that shit hole.”

Holden scratched the back of his neck, surveying the handful of officers and forensic techs scattered over the scene. “I can’t imagine why anyone would want to go in there, criminal or otherwise.”

That particular restroom had never been golden. When he was at the tender, scheming age of fourteen, he and his buddy, Bridger Jansen, used to buy cigarettes from an elderly—and half blind—cashier and hide in the bathroom to smoke. Fully functioning, it hadn’t smelled much better than it did now.

Bear covered his nose and mouth with his forearm.

“Well, someone wanted in, and recently,” he said, his voice muffled. “See a rookie due for a hazing?”

With a rueful glance through the open doorway, Holden shook his head. “That’s why I don’t work forensics.”

“Yeah,” Bear said, walking away from the building. “Someone else does the grunt work, and we get the glory. Cushy job, huh?”

Glory. Not much of that in three unsolved murders. Holden joined Bear by the curb where he stood—his foot propped on the concrete—and shook off a squirrely sense of déjà vu. No. This one was different. “She’s alive, you say?”

“Catch up, Whitlow. Unconscious when they found her, but breathing. Who told you she was dead?”

Holden mentally wheeled back through the phone call from his sergeant. He hadn’t specifically said the woman was dead, but the implication had been there. Another one.

“The victim, where was she?” Only a few rushed footprints disturbed the grime and . . . stuff on the bathroom floor. The victim couldn’t have been there in a state of failing consciousness, which begged three questions: Where had the blood come from? Whose blood was in the bathroom . . . and how did it get there?

Pointing to a cluster of uniforms, Bear said, “Victim was balled up over there on the pavement. Kid in the jeans called it in. Said he thought he saw her breathing but was afraid to get too close. Didn’t want the breeze blowing his DNA on her or something.”

Holden followed Bear’s gesture, pegging the kid at the other end of it for about fifteen. He was tall and scrawny, with the height of a man but none of the bulk. Head down and sans his shoes, he toed the end of a skateboard, causing it to clack against the pavement. Long, blond bangs obscured his face. “Did he see anything?”

“A lump out of the corner of his eye. He was cruising down the sidewalk when he noticed her. He came over to investigate. When he realized the object was human, he freaked and dialed 9-1-1 from his cell phone. Or that’s his story, anyway.”

Holden’s jaw clenched. He didn’t like getting his information secondhand. Bear had a good eight years of police experience over him, though, and his work was meticulous. Whatever information he had would be good. “You don’t believe him?”

“It’s the scene of the crime, Whitlow. I don’t believe anyone yet.”

Holden set his jaw. “Do you have a reason—?”

Bear grinned, and then leaned closer. “Between you and me, he’s about to piss himself. Did I mention the kid was bleeding? Nice little gash on his hand. I bet my badge that blood in the bathroom is his.”

“Yeah,” Holden grumbled. “Empty wager. You just like toying with me.”

“I’m a high stakes man.” Bear grinned and cocked his head toward the restroom. “What do you want to believe he stepped in something?”

That would certainly explain why the boy was standing there in his socks. Nothing to ruin an afternoon like having your shoes hijacked as evidence. Holden tried to imagine how that excuse would have flown with his own mother, fast deciding it wouldn’t. He hoped the kid was as innocent as he looked. Holden turned to Bear. “Hey, how did you get here so fast? You’re making me look bad.”

“Eh. My wife dragged me to the gallery around the corner for some watercolor exhibit. I drew the line at an hour-long session on interpretation, so she cut me loose to grab some coffee. I was right across the street when the call came.” He held up a paper cup in mock salute.

Holden hadn’t even noticed Bear’s car was absent. Some detective. “I don’t guess you saw anything?”

“Nope, not a thing. Everything was quiet until the sirens started blaring. I got here about the time the ambulance did. Cramer was the first uniform on the scene, but not by much. I watched him pull in. It’s pretty quiet around here—especially for a Saturday afternoon.”

That it was, especially for tourist season. A quaint resort town alongside the Atlantic Ocean, Barrier Shoals usually hosted tourists from May through September, and this morning shouldn’t have been an exception. But other than a small crowd drawn by the police presence, the lonely corner now felt . . . dead.

Holden winced at the thought.

Bear crossed his arms and fixed his sunglass-covered stare on Holden. “You’ve still got your head in your ass over those murders a few years back.”

“No . . . yeah.” Holden blew a sharp breath and planted his hands on his head. “Hell, Barrett, I don’t know. It’s hard sitting on a case you never solved. The guilt doesn’t go away just because you close the file.”

“Wouldn’t know about that. My closure rate is pristine.”

Holden rolled his eyes, dropping his hands to his hips. “If you’re so smart, work the cold case. You find the guy.”

“In due time, partner. We’ve got a hot one, so how about we stick to the living victims for now?” Bear’s cell phone chirped. He consulted the screen, and then held up a finger signaling he needed a minute. Lifting the device to his ear, he said, “Barrett.”

Turning to allow Bear a modicum of privacy, Holden rolled his shoulders and cocked his head, popping his neck. He was off his game, unable to shake the discord that arrived on the heels of the initial call. Another one. Clearly, Holden wasn’t the only one haunted by the past. His sergeant’s tone had carried the same wariness now lumped in Holden’s chest. The question was, why?

What was it about this call that had set off eerie alarm bells in both their minds? The vic wasn’t dead. Nothing about this scene seemed remotely connected to the others—and yet . . . Barrier Shoals was a small town. Most of the crime he handled was the minor break-ins and purse snatchings that seemed to plague the tourist season. A murder. An assault. These were rare. Rare enough to raise the sergeant’s hackles. And after all the dead ends he’d been finding lately, Holden was on edge, as well.

Behind him, Bear cleared his throat. “You want to go talk to the vic? I can handle things here.”

Holden turned, looking at Bear in surprise. “Me? It’s not like you to give up a bedside encounter with a woman.”

Bear dropped his cell phone in his pocket and shrugged, his self-proclaimed lady-killing grin in a lazy sprawl across his face. “You have a point there, but I’m not into sloppy seconds.”

The dig worked. Holden froze. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You got me, Whitlow, but our vic is awake. Seems the lovely Julia Cohen is asking for you by name.”


Sarah and her husband of almost fifteen what he calls “long, long” years live on the mid-Atlantic coast with their six young children, all of whom are perfectly adorable when they’re asleep.  She often jokes that she writes to be around people who will listen to her, but her characters aren’t much better than her kids.  Fortunately, her husband is quite supportive, having generously offered to help her research “the good parts” . . .  and she’s never had to ask twice.

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Author Interview: Zee Monodee and her upcoming release, Calling Home

Today I have the honor of interviewing a fabulous author and one of my awesome critique partners, Zee Monodee. Welcome, Zee!

ZM: Hi Jessica, hello everyone! It’s a total pleasure to be here – thanks for having me, and for your lovely intro words. :)

Can you tell us about your upcoming release, Calling Home?

ZM: Sure! Calling Home is part of a themed series I’ve just started, titled “Destiny’s Child.” In each book, a child (or more children) will bring an unlikely couple together. These two people usually have little/no biological tie with the child, but Fate throws them all together and it’s up to them to create a family unit and find love in the process. These stories are old-fashioned, tender & sweet romances. I’d totally see myself handing this to my thirteen-year-old nice to read. :)

On to Calling Home specifically. It’s the story of a cold and clinical forensic pathologist – the heroine, Margo Nolan. Proof and concrete evidence drive everything in her job and her life; there’s no place for emotion and feelings. Or is there…? Because suddenly, Margo finds herself the guardian of eleven-year-old Emma, the daughter of her late best friend. When Emma was born, Margo became like a second mum to the girl, until she and her best friend fell out and they severed contact between them.

But Margo doesn’t do relationships – the closest interaction she gets daily is with dead bodies during autopsies in her morgue. How on earth does she then cope with a growing tween who’s obsessed in half and half measures with football (soccer. The book’s set in England :) ) and boys?

Help happens in the form of the local village doctor, the handsome and sexy Jamie Gillespie. Margo finds herself having the hots for him, so at odds with her usual personality, and *gasp* he is younger than she is. How does she handle Emma in her bumbling, inept attempts at being a mother, and get a grip over her treacherous feminine self around the hunky Jamie?

I look forward to getting my hands on this book. What inspired you to write this story?

ZM: Well, like Margo, I’m a big fan of the BBC show “Silent Witness”. It’s a sort of CSI-type drama that focuses more on the lives of three London-based forensic pathologists as they solve their cases. I also love all three versions of CSI. What intrigued me is the fact that these forensic pathologists and crime scene officers cannot let emotion drive them – they have to go by proof, and proof alone.

But then, if evidence guides everything in your life, what exactly does that entail? And if you’re a woman too, attempting to break the glass ceiling in a man’s world? What happens when you get the one thing your heart has desired in the past – your child?

These were the starting points that brought the character of Margo to my mind. I wanted to explore what a forensic pathologist’s life would be like, but outside the lab. Does she have relationships? Is she socially inept?

Which led to Margo needing help, and *wicked grin* another wrench thrown into her life – what if the woman in her was awakened? That’s how Jamie came into being. I don’t think of these two as ‘meeting their match’. They don’t exactly butt heads; they could be the other’s fulfillment… Jamie’s a calm, sweet, patient man, but how far will his patience with the reserved Margo stretch?

And then there’s Emma, the tween. I have tween boys, and I wondered what it would be like to have a daughter.

I’ve read some of your other stories and they all seem to have very independent women whose walls are broken down by the right man. What about this type of character appeals to you?

ZM: Lol – whenever I try to set out to write a different kind of heroine, she always morphs into this kind of character. There’s a certain layer of darkness too that pervades my ‘people’.

I guess it’s about a woman’s fulfillment. I grew up in an Indian-origin culture, where the greatest value is placed on a woman becoming a wife and then asap, a mother. But I also grew up in a time when girls are encouraged to become more than just wives and mothers – there’s a balance to find between these two extremes in the society I grew in. For instance, my mother’s dream was that I make a ‘good’ marriage; my dad’s dream was to see me having a fulfilling career. I had to juggle between these two extremes to find my place.

And I suppose all women today face this kind of struggle too. Can women have it all – love, career, kids, self-actualisation? Or do they have to choose – some or the other, but not all of them? I’m also a hopeless romantic – to me, there’s nothing quite like finding that ‘right’ person to be your other half. When you don’t have him, you might not miss him; you don’t need him to be fulfilled. But if you do find him, he makes a huge difference in your world. The right man helps a woman reach her full, true potential – with him by her side, she can strive to have it all, and get it all too. I’m for women, but not a hard-core feminist. The right man does make a difference, though a woman can make it to the top on her own. :) Love, romance, finding “the one” – that’s a fantasy we cling to, and something that can happen in reality too.

Being mothers, we both know how kids can change our lives instantly. Can you give us a hint as to what Margo Nolan goes through when Emma becomes a permanent part of her life?

ZM: Lol. Well, for starters, she’s not used to tantrums and mood swings around her. Margo’s world is rational, clinical, and runs like clockwork. Suddenly she has to juggle a moody tween, impose discipline, figure out what’s going on behind her back when she finds Emma texting boys on her cell phone – who knew being a mother meant all that? To Margo, parenting means PTA meetings and other such staid considerations; putting food on the table – and can a growing tween subsist on frozen food, Margo’s usual fare? And suddenly too, her time is no longer her own. Her schedule will have to revolve around Emma, and how on earth will she reconcile that to the fact that as a forensic pathologist, she’ll get called to crime scenes at any hour of day and night, without prior notice?

Margo’s world gets thrown upside down and back around again, and the biggest question remains in her mind – will I be a good mother? Do I even know how to do that? These are questions all mothers ask themselves, but for someone who needs proof to guide every decision, what proof does she have that she’s doing a good job with the girl? How can she trust her gut and instinct, when emotion is something that does not constitute tangible proof?

Are there any movie/television stars who influenced the characters in Calling Home?

ZM: Definitely! I always work with an ‘image/physical template’ in my mind – helps me to keep my descriptions constant and picture the people in my mind when I’m writing.

For Jamie, I saw him as actor Jared Padalecki, from Supernatural. I’m a huge Supernatural fan, and I admit it, on Team Sam all the way. :) I just knew the cute Jared would be cast into a hero of mine someday, and when I imagined the character of Jamie, I immediately saw him. Like Jared/Sam, Jamie is twenty-nine, and very tall and big, plus he’s also a casual clothes type of bloke. He’s got that silent presence that I needed Jamie to project, that subtle strength that comes from patience and maturity beyond his actual years. And yes, he’s hunky too. :)

Margo I saw as actress Francie Swift. At first glance, she seems cold, aloof, a blonde beauty but totally uptight. But look closer and you see delicate vulnerability in her features, in the guarded look. She embodied how I saw Margo completely – mature but not ‘old’, definitely not a simpering miss, professional and distant, but with a beating heart underneath if only someone would look closer.

Emma was actress Conchita Campbell, and Robbie Barnes (won’t spoil the surprise as to who he is *grin*) I saw as actor Rob Estes.

How did you get started in your writing career?

ZM: I’ve always loved to tell stories – I remember creating elaborate scenarios for Barbie and Ken when I was eight. Then when I watched Dynasty, Dallas, Falcon Crest, Eastenders with my mum, then later on soaps like The Bold & The Beautiful and The Young & The Restless, I would always imagine alternative story twists and endings. In school, I favored story-writing essays in my language classes. But I thought my career would be in corporate. After high school, I got a job with a big company and also started my degree.

Then it took a minor car accident when one of the vertebras in my spine got crushed, and I had to have physical therapy for months, combined with a totally fetid atmosphere of back-stabbing and one-upmanship at work – I quit my job, because the face I saw of corporate, I didn’t like at all. At around the same time, I got married and soon after, my son was born. Didn’t have time to settle before breast cancer came knocking on my door – and that’s when I decided that the dream of ‘one day I’ll be a writer’ starts now, that one day happens when we want it to happen.

I put fingers to keyboard during those long, insomnia and stress/worry-filled nights of chemotherapy treatments and radiation therapy moments to good use and wrote my first story. That was six and a half years ago, and I haven’t looked back. Writing is what I always wanted to do and I had found my calling. There’s always a silver lining to every cloud, and for me, cancer showed me I could write and get my work published.

Incidentally, the cancer came back, last year in fact, around this very date. Another hoop of treatments again – and I had my qwerty phone with me every day at the hospital. Two-thirds of Calling Home was written in the waiting room of the hospital here, while I waited for my turn for radiation therapy during five consecutive weeks.

I wish your start had happened some other way, but I’m glad you are writing such fabulous stories. What other titles do you have published?

ZM: I used to write under two other pen names in the past; had three novels published as such. I’ve now recovered the rights to these books and they’re no longer in circulation.

As Zee Monodee, I have the first in a three-book romantic suspense/espionage series out. The book is titled Walking The Edge (Corpus Brides: Book One). It’s out with Noble Romance Publishing, who is also the one bringing Calling Home out.

What are you working on now?

ZM: I just completed the draft of Book 2 in the Corpus Brides series, titled Before The Morning.  I’ve started Book 2 of the Destiny’s Child series, and will be going back to it next month, or as soon as I polish Before The Morning and send it off to my editor.

That second Destiny’s Child story is titled Glory Days, and finds a couple reuniting nineteen years after they were teenage lovers. The hero doesn’t know the heroine had a child and gave her up for adoption. Today, their daughter has died… and left a premature baby behind. It’s up to them to care for this child, but can they when the past and the loss of their own daughter hangs so much between them?

Oh, I can’t wait! :) What author(s) have influenced your writing style?

ZM: I’d have to say British author Jill Mansell. She’s one of my favourite authors, and her books are always filled with twists and turns that you totally don’t see coming. You start with a premise and a set of characters; when you reach the end, you can bet everything is completely different for everyone, and the journey was a rollercoaster romp.

I like to have that kind of ups and downs in my stories, take unexpected turns in the road and surprise the reader. Well, I hope my readers will be surprised. :) I read a lot of British authors, and characterization is more prominent than plot in their writings. I follow that path too.

The strong heroines – I’m inspired by authors like Megan Hart and Victoria Dahl (both of whose work I also love). Megan Hart has immense depth layered into her characterization and plots, and Victoria Dahl always delivers a good time in her writing.


Favorite romance book/series: The Undomestic Goddess by Sophie Kinsella
Favorite song: Someone Like You by Adele
Favorite movie: Love Actually :)
Favorite drink: Ice-cold Mountain Dew
Favorite time of day: Night time, when everyone’s asleep and it’s totally quiet
Favorite way to relax: Sing along to Abba tunes :)

Is there anything else you’d like to share?

ZM: That I hope the people reading this will take a chance on me and my books? :) Seriously, I’d tell people to go for their dreams. As long as no one’s gonna get hurt, what are you waiting for? Someday/One day is right now – live your life to the fullest and make the most of it. Have no regrets.

I couldn’t agree more. Where can my readers find you?

ZM: At my blog http://zeemonodee.blogspot.com

I’m also on Facebook, Twitter, & Goodreads as Zee Monodee.

They can also drop me an email anytime at zeemonodee@hotmail.com

I love making friends and meeting new people, so I hope they won’t be shy or hesitate to get in touch. :)

Where can my readers find your books?

At the Noble Romance Publishing website/store, and on Amazon and B&N.

Thank you so much, Zee, for joining us today! I wish you all the best with this release and the many others that I look forward to reading. :)

ZM: Thanks again for having me over, Jessica. You’ve been a total darling, and I loved your questions, had a blast. *hugs*

Book Review: Walking the Edge (Corpus Brides #1) by Zee Monodee

Walking the Edge (Corpus Brides book 1) by Zee Monodee

Publication date: June 30, 2011 by Noble Romance

Action/Adventure, Contemporary, Drug use, Espionage, Mystery, Romance, Second Chances

from Goodreads:

The next step might be the last…

A woman without a past 
Left amnesiac after an accident, Amelia Jamison struggles as her instincts slowly rise from the depths of oblivion, leading her to question her life as the wife of a cold, manipulating and distant man. Wisps of a dream show her another man she may have known intimately, but is he a memory, or a figment of her imagination?

A man with too much information
After many aliases, today Gerard Besson is simply a police commissaire in Marseille. When a mysterious woman starts to follow him, he is suspicious – and intrigued. But things aren’t what they seem, and as he reluctantly gets closer to her, dregs of his painful, buried past emerge and make him question her identity.

Each seems to have led several different lives
But neither is prepared for what awaits them when they cross the fine line between knowing your true self and that of your alter ego.

Danger is the name of the game, and as it catches up with them in the French Provence, both know they better be ready for the inevitable fall.

First Line:

There’s a man following me again.

Watch the book trailer:

My Review:

Since she woke up from a comma, Amelia has been kept guarded and drugged by her husband. But after a dream and an overheard conversation, she begins to doubt whether what he has told her is correct. With a chance to escape from his grasp, she heads for Marseilles, in search of a man she only knows from her dream. She hopes he will be able to tell her who she truly is and whether they were lovers.

What can I say about this book, except that it has everything a fabulous book should have. There is mystery, gut-clenching suspense, action, emotion and some very steamy scenes. I had no problems clicking with these characters, wanting to know their story. And the ending left me oh so satisfied. I look forward to reading the next book in Zee Monodee’s Corpus Brides series, too.

My Rating: 5 Aliens out of 5

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