Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Promo: Unmasking Paulie Bingham by Anne Carter

Title: Unmasking Paulie Bingham
Author: Anne Carter
Genre: Romance, Murder Mystery
Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours

"The last thing I expected was to fall in love with a woman."

Until Katrina Newman touched his face for the first time, British pop star Paulie Bingham was content with his openly gay lifestyle. That he could be any other way never entered his mind. Now, with Kate tugging at his heartstrings, he begins a journey of self-discovery that will lead him through the best—and worst—times of his life.

Though her faith in him sometimes falters, Kate’s love for Paulie never ebbs despite his obsessive ways, his foray into drugs and his habitual infidelity. But will his connection to a high-profile London murder case prove more than Kate & Paulie’s tattered relationship can handle?

 Author Bio:
“I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else,” Anne Carter asserts, when asked about her life in Southern California, where she’s lived since she was two. She cites the people, the weather and the beach as factors in her love affair with the West coast. Family, too, provides an anchor to the area, which she describes as a melting pot of humanity, “rich with characters and plots just waiting to be written.”

While romantic mystery and suspense are her favorites, Anne has written middle grade mysteries, literary shorts, poetry and non-fiction. Long a lighthouse fanatic, it was only a matter of time before her obsessions intersected and a series of lighthouse novels emerged. Paranormal elements abound in both POINT SURRENDER and CAPE SEDUCTION, where mystery, romance and troubled ghosts provide hauntingly entertaining tales set in California lighthouses.

When she is not writing, editing or promoting, Anne enjoys time with her husband and children, two happy dogs and a psychotic cat. She is a skilled photo editor and loves restoring old snapshots and creating digital slideshows. Watch for the third paranormal lighthouse mystery, ANGEL'S GATE, coming soon!

For more about Anne Carter and to read excerpts, visit www. BeaconStreetBooks.com or write AnneCarter@BeaconStreetBooks.com.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3294701.Anne_Carter
Blog: http://beaconstreetbooks.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/pamripling


“I’m here to see Paulie Bingham.”
“What makes you think he’s here?”
Kate swallowed, narrowed her eyes, and looked past the man into the house. “Because I gave him that leather jacket on the couch there, and he never goes anywhere without it,” she lied.
“You expect me to believe that? And who are you?” Arms akimbo, the man squared his stance, tried to block her view.
“I’m his fucking mother.” Now certain that Paulie was inside, Kate muscled her way in, tossed her bag onto the couch. “Where is he?”
Sullen, the man gestured toward the hallway.
Kate paused. “I suggest you get dressed and leave. Now.”
“Oh, no way. Dude owes me money. I don’t mind giving him a little extra time to get himself together, so I’ll just hang out.”
The cowboy boots placed neatly beside the wall clearly weren’t Paulie’s style. Kate picked them up, along with an adjacent stack of folded clothing, and shoved them at the man. “How much?”
“One hundred for the hour. No, wait. Two hundred. Because he’s a junkie. Makes it tough.”
Kate pulled some bills from the hip pocket of her jeans. “Here’s twenty. Be glad I don’t bust you, too. Now get the hell out.” She flashed a fake movie badge she had pocketed just in case.
The rent boy gave her a wide-eyed stare, then hurried into his pants and carried the rest out the door. Kate sighed, waited until she heard the sports car start up and drive away.
She was hesitant to go into the bedroom, afraid of what she might find. Afraid not to.
She eased the door open. “Paulie?” she beckoned softly, peering into the darkened room. The light from a nightstand clock radio barely illuminated the figure of a man lying on the bed.
“Paul?” she repeated, taking a halting step into the room. “Are you okay? It’s Kate.” She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until she heard him sigh. “Thank you,” she whispered, then moved closer to the bed.
“I wish… I wish you were really here,” came his softly spoken words, wistful, weak.
“I am here.”
“You are always here. But you always go ‘way.”

Kate went to him, sat down on the edge of the bed, found his hand in the darkness. “I won’t go away. I promise.”

1 comment:

  1. Thank you so much for the wonderful promo! Your site is really pretty, love the background. You obviously love books! :*)