Today we have the blog tour for Dead & Buried by Jennifer Rebecca! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today:Title: Dead & BuriedAuthor: Rebecca JenniferGenre: Contemporary RomanceAbout Dead & Buried:You ever hear the phrase, about as successful as a soup sandwich? Well, that's me, I’m the soup sandwich, but instead of a soggy mess, you have a twenty five year old with a Bachelor’s degree in nothing useful who just quit her job at the local home improvement store where there were definitely no tortured billionaires looking to tie anyone up--and that's not a bad thing. I know, it's looking pretty sad right about now, but at least I don't still live with my parents… So, here I am, embarking on a new journey covering the Funerals and Obituaries section of the local paper, the San Diego Metro News, for the editor--brace yourself--my uncle, Sal. Unfortunately, while my parents are on vacation, my Granny and her friends are determined to stir up some trouble--but this time, they may have bitten off more than they can chew--especially when some of the residents of the local retirement community are turning up unnaturally dead. There is nothing that will keep me from protecting the people that I love, no matter how crazy they may be--not even the sexy, I mean stubborn, homicide detective, Trent Foyle, can stop me. My name is Shelby Whitmore and I'm kind of the newest reporter for the San Diego Metro News, but hey, I'm a hit with the blue hairs.Amazon | iBooks | NOOK | KOBOAbout the Author:![]() www.JenniferRebeccaAuthor.comJenniferRebeccaAuthor@gmail.comfacebook.com/JenniferRebeccaAuthorTwitter: @JenniRLreadsInstagram: @JenniRLreadsEnter Jennifer’s Giveaway:a Rafflecopter giveaway
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Today, I am a published author. Today, all of my dreams come true. Not too many, but some moons ago, my mom told me that being a literature and writing major was about as useful as a four-year degree in philosophy or underwater basket weaving. But I was sold.
I had fallen in love with Keats and Shelley, Shakespeare, and the Brownings, and of course Nora Roberts and E.L. James, too. Since then I have wanted nothing but to be a writer. It’s my life’s goal. Now not the White House–visiting, Nobel Prize–winning, Great American Novel–writing kind, but the bodice-ripping, Fabio-covering, down-and-dirty-but-with-a-happily-ever-after kind. I haven’t just been twiddling my thumbs since I graduated; I have been doing my romance-writing research, obviously. I’ve been reading as many romance books as I can. Writing as much as I can. And selling kitchen cabinet hardware at Home Depot like a boss. Hey, a girl’s gotta eat. And I can sell the shit out of some kitchen cabinets. And cut keys and thread pipe. All while hoping I would meet a shirtless contractor swinging some serious lead pipe. And maybe inspire a few books. Sadly, that only happened in my head, but it was a recurring, long-standing affair with no one real. Well . . . there was this one guy and he was wearing a shirt, but after some quality flirting and a seriously white smile, I never saw him again. But I digress. Today, I am a published author. Actually, I haven’t published a book. Yet. I wrote a dandy little ditty for the San Diego Metro News. That’s right I am a journalist. Not the roasting-in-Afghanistan-with-the-troops or hanging-out-in-Compton kinds, either. I’m not Anderson Cooper, after all. Today, I am a published author . . . in the Funerals and Obituaries section. But hey, I’m a hit with the blue hairs. Today, I am the newest reporter for the San Diego Metro newspaper. Sort of.
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