Karen’s Killer Book Bench #Paranormal #Military #Romance: FAMILY SKELETONS, Baker City, Hearts & Haunts Book 3 by Josie Malone

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FAMILY SKELETONS
Baker City, Hearts & Haunts Book 3
BY JOSIE MALONE

Blurb

Sergeant First Class Sullivan Barlow has plans for her future and none of them include the guy she slept with in a night of weakness. Intending to forget the devastation of losing her best friend in Afghanistan, Sully woke the next morning still alone. Her only solace ~ she hadn’t told the man her real name.

A career soldier, Tate Murphy has three more years in the Army until he’s eligible for retirement. Seven weeks ago, he met a woman in a hotel bar and spent the night with her. He hasn’t been able to get her out of his mind and can’t believe his luck when he finds her again.

Then they discover their first night together resulted in something they never expected. She’s pregnant and Tate immediately proposes. Pregnant, struggling with survivor guilt, the last thing Sully needs is to learn her best friend may have died, but hasn’t left yet.

Tate says, ‘sometimes courage is an act of survival’. Sully fears trust is a casualty of war. Will she and Tate ever find it again either by themselves or with the help of those who have passed on before?

FAMILY SKELETONS
Baker City, Hearts & Haunts Book 3
BY JOSIE MALONE

Excerpt

PART ONE ~ FEBRUARY 2019

CHAPTER ONE

Sullivan Barlow glanced from the handwritten—make that scribbled—disposition form in front of her to the typed version on the computer screen. She’d thought the high school students during her last practicum had crappy penmanship. So, did this guy. She squinted at the signature block again. Yes, it was Master Sergeant Tate Murphy. If she ever met him in person, she’d suggest he repeat third grade and learn cursive.

Oh, wait a minute. A lot of elementary schools no longer taught it. That couldn’t be the case with him. He had to be older than she was, and she learned it back in the day in Liberty Valley. So, she’d give him hell. She took a deep breath. No, she wouldn’t. She was a Sergeant First Class, an E-7, after all. She’d be polite and recommend he find a pharmacist to decipher his hieroglyphics.

Okay, it was official. She was definitely having a bad day. She pushed back from the desk and leaned down to rub her aching left leg. She’d worked in worse conditions than Major Harper’s office. For a moment, she remembered dust, sand, and overwhelming heat. Then, she shook her head.

No, Sully. Concentrate on the moment. Think about here and now.

The room was large with two desks facing each other. Weak February sunshine filtered through the mini-blinds on the windows to her right, laying patterns on the carpeted floor. The American flag stood neatly in the stand to her left, accompanied by the Washington state flag and the one for Fort Clark. Looking at the Stars and Stripes always reminded her of that last flight home and the tri-folded flag on her lap.

She choked on the rising lump in her throat. She’d sat and held that flag on her lap on the entire flight, refusing the meals and beverages the overly sympathetic flight attendants offered.

I wish things were different. I want a do-over. If I could only go back in time… Oh, Raven, I’m so sorry.

Sully closed her eyes for a moment, blinked hard before she focused on the computer screen again. She always tried to avoid glancing at the U.S. flag and the glassed-in bookcases behind the stand. File cabinets lined the wall that held the same door to the hall and the break room where she could find a cup of coffee. That was if she wanted to try walking that far when her ankle throbbed in its own rhythm, pressing against her combat boot.

Okay, she’d upgrade the day from being bad to officially sucking. Her leg hurt. She had a stack of reports from a moron to type. She repeated her mantra. Don’t complain, things can always be worse. At least nobody is trying to kill me.

“Haven’t you finished those reports yet? You’ve been typing for three days.”

Sully looked from the stack of paperwork to the blonde fashion plate in front of the desk. She was slipping. She should have heard the click of high heels in the hall before Anise Tyler, the civilian clerk in charge returned to the office.  “It’d go faster if you helped instead of disappearing to the breakroom every hour.”

“Speaking of that, it’s a mess.” In a clinging light blue dress that matched her heels, the civilian liaison sauntered across to her desk and eased into the leather chair behind it. “I told Mr. Edwards you’d clean it up. You’ll find the mop in the utility closet at the end of the hall.”

“Excuse you.” Sully counted silently to ten, the advice one of the other sergeants in her company had given for dealing with idiots. It didn’t work this time. “You’re joking, right?”

“Do I look like it?” Anise smiled, but it didn’t touch her pale blue eyes. Pleasure filled the lovely face. “You can go clean it now. Then come back and finish those reports.”

“I don’t think so.” Sully rose to her feet, leaning on the desk for support and pinned Anise with an icy glare, hoping the other woman didn’t see the actual physical weakness in her stance. “Let me make one thing perfectly clear, Ms. Tyler. I am a Sergeant First Class. I’ve done three tours in the sandbox and I was reassigned here for light duty when they no longer needed me in the Finance section. I don’t scrub floors, wash windows, or take out your trash. I don’t give garbage. I don’t take garbage. I am not in the garbage business. I’ll do your correspondence. I won’t do your dirty work. Got it?”

The sound of slow applause drew Sully’s attention to the door and away from the sputtering woman on the other side of the room. A tall, dark-haired man in camouflage fatigues stood in the doorway. Oh crap, Sully thought. She was in for it now. She should have remembered she was here temporarily and controlled her temper, not actually told the full-time office manager where to go. Of course, there’d been an audience.

I never catch a break. What a hell of a time for the major to arrive.

From his smile to the dark blue of his eyes, she knew she’d seen that ruggedly handsome face before. Where? A memory fluttered. A deep voice rumbling with laughter, a strong hand reaching across her to pour two glasses of golden Chardonnay, a sweet wine kiss, then another, deeper. She shook her head. She was losing it. He was a stranger. He had to be a stranger. And he was a rude one too. He hadn’t even come into the office. He just stood in the doorway staring at her like she was the most entertaining show in town.

“And you are?” Sully asked.

“Master Sergeant Murphy. Are you the person who has been transcribing my reports and emailing them back to me? I didn’t recognize your initials, ‘sb’.” His smile faded and he looked toward Anise. “You did check her security clearance before passing on my notes, didn’t you, Ms. Tyler?”

Red mottled under her makeup as Anise gulped for air. She hadn’t followed procedure and the three of them knew it.

Pity stirred in Sully and she cleared her throat. “I am qualified to type these bloody reports in every way, Master Sergeant Tate Murphy but I have to say it would be much easier if you’d learned to scribe a coherent hand.”

Meet Author Josie Malone…

Josie Malone lives and works at her family business, a riding stable in Washington State. Teaching kids to ride and know about horses since 1967, she finds in many cases, she’s taught three generations of families. Her life experiences span adventures from dealing cards in a casino, attending graduate school to get her master’s in teaching degree, being a substitute teacher, and serving in the Army Reserve – all leading to her second career as a published author.

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Links to Josie’s website, blog, books, etc.:

Family Skeletons by Josie Malone | NOOK Book (eBook) | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)

Family Skeletons: A Paranormal Military Romance – Kindle edition by Malone, Josie. Paranormal Romance Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.

If you’d like to sign up for Josie’s newsletter, subscribe here:
https://sendfox.com/josiemaloneauthor

Website www.josiemalone.com

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Special Giveaways: Josie is giving away an ebook copy of MY SWEET HAUNT, Baker City Hearts & Haunts Book 1 to one lucky reader who comments on her Karen’s Killer Book Bench blog.

Happy Reading!

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Thanks, Josie, for sharing your story and recipe with us!

Don’t miss the chance to read this book!

 

 

 

 

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11 Responses to Karen’s Killer Book Bench #Paranormal #Military #Romance: FAMILY SKELETONS, Baker City, Hearts & Haunts Book 3 by Josie Malone

  1. Eileen AW says:

    Thank you for joining us and sharing your book. Loved the excerpt and it hooked me, wanting more.

  2. Kathleen Bylsma says:

    What a great excerpt! I’m intrigued!
    So see you featured iin Karen’s newsletter, Josie!
    Thanks, Karen and Josie.

  3. Karen Docter says:

    Good morning, Josie, and welcome back to Karen’s Killer Book Bench. I love, LOVED this excerpt. Immediately hooked me in and won’t let go. Cannot wait to read this one. Thanks for sharing your book with us today!

  4. Josie Malone says:

    Thanks Karen,
    I always love visiting your “Killer Book Bench.” Hope you enjoy reading the book as much I enjoyed writing it!

  5. Alicia Haney says:

    Your book sounds very intriguing , thank you for sharing about it. I will definitely add it to my TBR list. Have a Great rest of the week and stay safe.

  6. bn100 says:

    nice start

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