Saturday, May 23, 2015

Taylor by: Irish Winters Blog Tour with Top 10

Irish Winters is an award-winning author who dabbles in poetry, grandchildren, and rarely (as in extremely rarely) the kitchen. More prone to be outdoors than in, she grew up the quintessential tomboy on a farm in rural Wisconsin, spent her teenage years in the Pacific Northwest, but calls the Wasatch Mountains of Northern Utah home. For now.
The wife of one handsome husband and mother of three perfect sons, Irish divides her time between writing at home, and travelling the country with her man while – writing. (Seriously, what else?)
She believes in making every day count for something, and follows the wise admonition of her mother to, “Look out the window and see something!”
To learn more about Irish and her books, please visit:

Some covert missions take place deep inside a guy….
Stoic ex-Marine, Taylor Armstrong, survived his arrogant father and one too many deployments. Battered and disillusioned, he’s built a wall to keep the world at bay. His rule is simple: a man can’t lose a friend he’s never made. It works—until an arrow rips into his chest and changes everything he knew about his father. His mother. Himself….
She never gave up…
Gracie Fox has loved Taylor since the fateful day he was ripped from her life as a four-year old. He has no memory of her or the loving family that was forced to give him up. It seems he’ll never know—until the ancient rite of revenge, the blood hunt, collides with his carefully structured life and drops him into Gracie’s life again. She seizes the chance, determined he will remember….
Even if she has to tie him to her bed.

Top 10 things I like:
the red, white, and blue waving in a good stiff breeze,
the smell of new mown grass,
freshly fallen snow,
grilled shrimp,
babies laughing,
husbands and wives with their arms around each other's waist,
a man who knows how to cook for his woman,
Washington D.C. any day of the year
Daniel O'Connell's Irish Pub in Alexandria, Virginia

#2 - He huffed steady breaths into the front of her blouse like a racehorse that had run too fast and too far. The fall knocked a clot of bloodied cloth from the exit wound in his back. How awful! It looked like pieces of a white cotton shirt. His shirt.

Gracie couldn’t believe it. He’d stuffed parts of his clothing into his wounds to keep from bleeding to death. It declared his awesome determination and fighting spirit, but— God, help me. What have I done?

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1 comment:

  1. I have totally discovered that I am about 10 books shy of being a hoarder! Love me some books!!!