Lipstick and Camouflage by Frances Stockton Book Tour

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Blurb

Security specialist Travis Blake’s undercover assignment should be easy. The former Navy SEAL has to protect Cassidy O’Neal from an elusive assassin. Yet, nothing about this case is simple. For Cassidy, it’s easier to believe in ghosts than to think she’s in danger. Despite a series of unusual happenings around her apartment that make her feel uneasy, she has no idea her hot new neighbor is far more than he seems. What starts off as simple flirtation quickly turns passionate. But, as danger intensifies, more than just their hearts are on the line.

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Maybe Justin was the reason she was so jumpy lately. He’d not exactly left that

night with a smile and she’d wondered if he’d come back and try again.

Or, maybe it was something else, something unexplained. Ever since she’d gone to

Salem and took Mike Smith’s place as the lead cameraman in a ghost hunt, something

had been off kilter about her apartment and the building itself. Granted, they’d caught

some amazing EVPs that night, but the experienced investigators in her group, Jerome

and Sam, concluded what they’d caught on audio was residual and non-threatening.

If it wasn’t Justin Myers or a ghost, maybe it was that surveyor who’d staked out the

neighborhood. He’d claimed to be doing a favor for a friend looking to move into the

area and open a new business. She hadn’t believed him. That man had an aura about

him that was mysterious and dark, maybe dangerous. She’d run him off, and as far as

she knew, he’d not returned.

Frustrated, she snapped her book closed and set it aside, going over to check the

last load of laundry for the day. Being Friday, she’d worked a half day and had plans to

do laundry, eat rocky road ice cream for dinner, and continue reading Edmond’s tale of

revenge, justice, and romance until he skewed his best friend with a sword.

Okay, she’d read the book a couple of times. Next week, she’d open up The Three

Musketeers and have four book boyfriends, though her personal favorite was Aramis.

Yeah, like anything that exciting would happen to her, but one could dream a tale of

fiction even if her day job wasn’t exactly the same as a French sailor’s false

imprisonment or Musketeers saving a king from a treacherous cardinal.

Taking a moment to switch up her music, she chose her classic rock playlist and

increased the volume, singing, well, mostly humming until her favorite line, “We were

making it,” came out loud and clear.

As if it mattered how badly she was singing while pulling bras and panties out of the

dryer and tossing them into the hip-hugging basket on the floor beneath the machine.

Slamming the dryer door home and picking up her basket, she turned to go back to

where she’d been sitting when movement caught her eye. Whipping around, she saw a

tall, impressively built man standing in the doorway, as if he’d stepped right out of the

pages of one of her novels.

A heartbeat later, he came toward her, proving he was no figment of her active

imagination and seeming to get bigger with every step. Unsure what to do, Cassidy

threw her basket at him and rushed for the door, getting less than two feet before her

bare foot caught his boot and she went tumbling.

Certain she’d break something when she hit the stone floor, she tried to brace

herself for the impact…only she never hit. The man caught her, shifting her momentum

so that she landed right on top of him.

Breath caught, her headphones clattering to the floor, she would’ve scrambled to

her feet if it wasn’t for the fact that she could not move. Good God Almighty, he looked a

lot like Joe M. No, of course it wasn’t possible that an actor who made women

everywhere drool over werewolves and male strippers could be in a laundry room with

her.

If that was the case, maybe she had knocked herself out and was dreaming about

her current book boyfriend, Edmond. His hands were incredibly big. She knew because

they were braced right on her ass. His chest was broad, muscles beneath his black tee

shirt strong as steel.

The beard that so reminded her of Joe’s, trimmed, defining a face that was

incredibly good looking and sexy, tempted her to trail a finger along his jaw to see if it

was scratchy or soft. His piercing amber eyes fitting to a lion’s captivated her. He was

looking right up at her, unapologetic, his grip strong, maybe there was even concern in

his eyes.

The only problem she could see at the moment was the bra on his head that

skewed her ability to make out the length of his shaggy sable-brown hair.

Wait! That leopard-print bra was hers!

“Darlin’, it doesn’t matter who Joe and Edmond are right now, if you keep grinding

your hips like that, I’m gonna make sure you forget anyone else’s name but mine,

Travis.”

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francesAbout the author

My love for storytelling began in kindergarten when I created my first fictional characters.

Though I’d given them simple nicknames, I’d convinced my family that Red Henry and Green

Henry were identical twin brothers in my elementary school.

They were mischievous, rarely did their homework, had trouble with math and spelling,

experienced heartbreaking losses, and yes, they even had girlfriends!

It wasn’t until the Henry twins mysteriously moved to a different state that my family realized

that they were entirely fictitious and my mother suggested I write the stories down.

A few years later, I began to write, completing my first manuscript at age thirteen. I confess

the heroine was a cross between Nancy Drew and a contemporary Laura Ingalls Wilder, who

happened to be dating one of the Hardy Boys. But when I’d written ‘the end’ on the very last

page, I’d known I had more stories to tell. Of course life intervened, but whether I was in high

school, becoming part of a local theater and dance company, working as a Veterinary

Technician, earning a degree in History and Secondary Education, or teaching, I was always

writing and reading romances.

Finally, I met and married the love of my life and moved from Maryland to Massachusetts in

2001. Shortly after, I proudly joined Romance Writers of America and the New England

Chapter, and I’ve been writing faithfully ever since.

Where to find Frances

Website: http://www.francesstockton.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorFrancesStockton

Twitter: https://twitter.com/FrancesStockton

 

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