As Julie does a virtual book tour with Goddess Fish Promotions,
she will be awarding a lucky randomly drawn winner with a $20 Amazon or Barnes
and Noble (winner’s choice) gift card. To be entered for a chance to win, use the form below. To increase your chances
of winning, feel free to visit
her other tour stops and enter there, too!
A little
bit about the author:
Julie
Mulhern is a Kansas City native who grew up on a steady diet of Agatha
Christie. She spends her spare time whipping up gourmet meals for her family,
working out at the gym and finding new ways to keep her house spotlessly
clean--and she's got an active imagination. Truth is--she's an expert at
calling for take-out, she grumbles about walking the dog and the dust bunnies
under the bed have grown into dust lions.
Julie
also writes mysteries. The Deep End
(available now) is her first mystery and is the winner of The Sheila Award.
Look for book two, Guaranteed to Bleed,
in October, 2015.
A little
bit about A Haunting Desire:
New Orleans, 1902
A killer walks the
streets of New Orleans, eviscerating men and leaving them in the streets, and
for madam Trula Boudreaux, it's bad for business. Trula needs help but she's
not prepared for Zeke Barnes, the charming would-be savior who darkens her
doorway-or the yearning he awakens. For while Trula knows well the delights of
lust, she avoids love at all costs...
Investigating the
killer was one thing, but Zeke can't help but be enchanted by the gorgeous
mystery woman who runs an exclusive brothel. Caught between his duty to protect
the city and his clear-as-day desire for Trula, Zeke sets about capturing
Trula's heart-or at least a place in her bed. But with every moment Trula
resists, Zeke falls into greater danger.
For his investigation
into the haunted city and madam doesn't just risk his heart but both their
lives.
Excerpt from A Haunting Desire:
“Trula.” He breathed her name. She tilted her
head so his lips could travel her neck. Her fingers fumbled at his suit coat,
clumsy in their eagerness to remove the clothes that separated them, desperate
to feel his skin. Her teeth nipped at his lower lip as he shrugged out of the
garment. It fell unheeded to the floor and she ripped at his tie, growling in
frustration when the slippery silk refused to cooperate.
His fingers pushed hers aside and
the strip of burgundy joined his coat on the carpet.
Trula yanked his shirt free. Her
hands explored, memorizing the chiseled planes of his chest and abdomen. Her
tongue danced with his, building heat, building need.
His fingers unbuttoned the tiny
buttons fastening her shirtwaist. Why had she worn clothes so difficult to
remove?
A button popped, thudding softly to
the carpet. The blouse finally fell away and he trapped her, pinning her
shoulders against the cool expanse of the wall.
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