Promo: Becoming Invisible by Tiffany Carmouche

Synopsis:
Becoming Invisible is the third book The Alaskan Heart Saga, a Contemporary New Adult Series about finding unexpected love and a woman’s fight for survival.

Passion. ..Obsession. ..Love…Loss.

When fire consumes the Carlisle’s home and an obsessed serial killer continues to hunt Nicole and her family, Dylan and Bradley realize the only way to keep them alive is to help them become… invisible.

Getting to know author Tiffany Carmouche:
Which six words would you use to describe yourself?
Sassy, persistent, dreamer, romantic, spontaneous, too trusting (okay that is seven oops)

Can you tell us a little about yourself?
Me? I’m a single mother... a survivor... a dreamer... a hopeless romantic... and an adventurer...

Bio:

Best Selling Author Tiffany Carmouche has been given the title, The Queen of The Cliffhanger and Best Unknown Author You Need to Discover. When Tiffany Carmouché is not writing suspenseful romance novels, you can find her sculpting, traveling, teaching, singing, dancing, escaping in music or enjoying her family.

From skydiving in Alaska to scuba diving in Hawaii, Carmouché has traveled the world seeking adventure and it is apparent in the books she writes. Her adventures include riding camels in Africa, swimming under the stars in Puerto Rico, dancing salsa in Ecuador, and walking the cobblestone roads of Assisi, Italy. She has also found fulfillment working with the disabled and orphans in Argentina and Mexico. Her most cherished moments, however, have been watching her two beautiful daughters grow and strive to accomplish their own dreams.

Despite all of these amazing experiences, she has survived many struggles. There was a time she felt defeated, but now she is recommitted to savoring experiences both in the novels she writes and in the life she lives each day. Her secret hope is that anyone who is struggling will realize there is a light at the end of the tunnel and no matter how hard the fight, no matter how many times they have been knocked down, it is always worth staggering up to their feet and learning to breathe again. Please visit my author page at https://www.facebook.com/TiffanyCarmoucheAuthor

Excerpt:

Bradley

He fidgeted, looking around the kitchen. He had to look natural. How could he pretend that he wasn’t sitting around all morning holding his breath, waiting for that door to open and her to emerge?

“Good morning.” She entered the kitchen. She stretched. The oversized t-shirt he let her borrow lifted, revealing a little more of her thigh.

He needed to stay focused. She was Dylan’s girl. She was Dylan’s girl. “So you decided to rise from the dead?”

“Maybe. I’m not sure I’m completely alive yet, but nothing a cup of coffee can’t cure.” She jumped up on the counter, letting her legs dangle off of it.

He walked over to the coffee pot and poured her a cup, shoveling sugar in it and adding just enough milk to make it a rich caramel color. He walked over to the front of her. Her hair was tossed around and her face was bare of make-up. So fresh. So kissable. He handed her the cup.

Her hands cradled it. “Mmm, so warm.” She brought the cup to her face, breathing in the scent and then took a sip. “Oh my God, Bradley, this is perfect.”

“Yeah, I have to make it extra strong so you can still taste the coffee with all that stuff you smother it with. So when I drink it black, I almost have a heart attack.”

“Come here.” She clutched his shirt, pulling him closer. “Close your eyes.” He felt the cup touch his lips and she lifted it so the warm sweetness filled his mouth. It was good. Oh my God, it was delicious. Sinful like. He opened his eyes.

“Perfection, right?” She raised her eyebrows.

He brought his hands up and covered hers, bringing the cup back to his lips to get another sip. “This is good.”  He stole the cup from her hands.

“Hey, that’s my coffee.”

“Not anymore.” He stepped back with the mug in his hand.

“Get your own.” She jumped off the counter. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so her breasts bounced as she hit the floor. What the hell was she trying to do to him?

He took another sip. “Oh my God, this is like heaven.”

“Bradley, it’s mine.” She rushed over to him and he lifted the cup out of her reach. She raised her arm and tried to grab it, but she couldn’t. She jumped up, trying to steal the cup. “You are so mean!” Her body slightly rubbed against his as she fought him for the coffee. His heart began to beat faster. She smelled so good. He laughed at her failed attempts.

Then all of a sudden, she rushed to the sink and picked up a glass, filling it with water. Before he knew what was going on, she threw it in his face. “Holy shit!” He stumbled back, stunned.

“This is war.” She grabbed the black hose connected to the counter and turned the cold water on full blast.

“Nikki, what the hell are you doing?” he pleaded as she squirted him. “That’s freezing!” He put his hand out blocking the spray of water, and put the coffee cup on the counter.

She dropped the hose and ran for the cup. Picking it up, she rushed into the living room, tracking the water through the house.

“You’re crazy.” He shut off the water and ran after her.

“Don’t mess with my coffee.” She grinned, savoring her sip, as she stood protected on the other side of the couch. He lunged left and she lunged right, and as he rushed around the couch, she climbed over the top and ran to a chair in the dining room, jumping up on it.

“Now who’s too short?” She lifted the cup out of his reach. Most of the coffee had spilled out, but it was the principle of the thing.

“You forget - I’m stronger than you.” He picked her up by her legs. They were covered in goose bumps. She grabbed onto his hair, laughing hysterically as he carried her back into the kitchen.

“Stop. I’m sorry. You can have it.”

“It’s too late now. You’re in for it.” He set her down in the kitchen next to the sink and pinned her against the cabinet. Grabbing the hose, he turned the water on full blast and held the hose directly over her head.

“That’s freezing! Oh my God, Bradley. Ahh. Oh my God. That is cold!” She reached for the hose but it was too high. She squirmed to get unpinned, but he had trapped her. She reached over and shut off the water. As he reached to turn it on, she grabbed at the hose, they wrestled, and he slipped and fell onto the wet floor. She placed her bare foot on his chest, lifting her arms like a heavy weight champion. He tried not to look at the wet t- shirt clinging to her body or the beautiful thigh that pinned him down. She pulled out the hose gun and aimed it at him. “Do you give up?”

“I do. You win. You crazy woman. You win!”

“Don’t mess with my coffee.” She reached down to help him up. 

He had a good mind to pull her down in the puddles and roll over on top of her. God he wanted her. Feisty woman!

As he stood, he looked around the kitchen. “Look what you’ve done.”

“Me? You were the one who stole my coffee. That’s the last time I’m sharing with you.”

Sneak Peek into a scene of Becoming Invisible, the third book in The Alaskan Heart Saga.  By Tiffany Carmouche ©2013 This cannot be copied or redistributed in any way without the authors permission.