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Guarding His Midnight Witness [Book Tour with Excerpt]

Welcome to one of the October 19th stops on the blog tour for Guarding His Midnight Witness by Anna J. Stewart, organized by Silver Dagger Book Tours. Be sure to follow the rest of the tour for other spotlights, reviews, guest posts by the author, and a giveaway! (More on that at the end of this post.)

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About the Book

Guarding His Midnight Witness
Honor Bound Book Four
by Anna J. Stewart

Published 1 October 2020
Harlequin Romantic Suspense

Genre: Romantic Suspense
Page Count: 288
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She knows what she saw…

Can he believe her?

Detective Jack McTavish can’t afford another slipup. So when artist Greta Renault claims to have witnessed a murder without a shred of evidence, he’s tempted to walk. Jack’s gut propels him to pursue this case—and his attraction to Greta. Soon, not only is his job on the line, but Greta’s life is, too…and only Jack can keep her safe.

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Excerpt

The intercom buzzed. Greta jumped, and her heart just about exploded in her chest. She stood there, blinking, barely breathing as her mind raced. To be safe, she returned to the window, leaned over just enough to peer back into Fremont’s office. Doyle Fremont was still there. The intercom buzzed again. She scrubbed her damp palms hard against her bare thighs and walked to the door. Her hands shook as she pressed the button to activate the front-door camera. She sagged against the wall, half laughing and relieved to see the detective.

She buzzed him in and stood waiting behind the closed door until she heard the stair door creak open. Only then did she open her own door, but only by a crack. She tried not to notice how the blue of his shirt made his eyes glint, or how just the sight of him made her feel better. But she did notice. Both. She also noticed he was more than slightly out of breath, despite trying to hide the fact. “Detective.”

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

His words sliced straight through her. “Excuse me?”

“What were you thinking spying on him like that?” He braced his hands on either side of the frame and glared at her. “You may as well be holding up a sign that says Here I am. Come and get me.”

Whatever gentleness and understanding had been in his voice the last time they’d spoken had completely evaporated with the steam coming out of his ears. Anger sparked in his blue eyes, like tiny orange flames erupting in the ocean. Fascination tempered her offense as her fingers itched for her brush, a pencil, her notepad. “I beg your pardon.”

“Don’t. Just don’t, Greta.” She caught a glimmer beneath the anger, beneath the irritation. Was it…concern? Was he worried about her? Something odd and light fluttered in her chest. “You need to stay out of this from here on. You need to stay away from Doyle Fremont.”

“Why?” Her chin inched up, her fingers tightening around the edge of the door.

“Don’t do that, either.”

“Do what?” She frowned.

“Hold that door between us like it’s some kind of shield. I’m not going to hurt you.”

She gave him a smile that made her cheeks ache. “Maybe I’m trying to protect you from the kook who lives here.” Snark wasn’t her forte, but the flash of embarrassment that crossed over his handsome features boosted her confidence. “That is what your partner called me, isn’t it? Kooky?”

“He did.” That he didn’t try to deny it earned him points, but the confirmation struck hard, nonetheless. He rubbed a hand against his chest. “I apologize for that. Bowie’s experience with the more eccentric residents of our city needs to be expanded. And better tolerated. He could probably also do with a new thesaurus.”

Her lips twitched at the unexpected joke. “Do you agree with him?”

“That you’re kooky? I wouldn’t say so, although spying on a man you’re convinced killed someone doesn’t seem like the safest of moves. How about I reserve judgment?”

A man you’re convinced… She could have stepped into the verbal trap he’d set, a trap he’d baited with a dimple-revealing smile that had her stomach doing somersaults. But rather than taking that step forward, she took one back. And opened the door wider. “How about we have this discussion over a cup of tea.”

He blinked. As expected, she’d caught him off guard. “I’m sorry?”

“Tea,” she said slowly. “It looks like you could use some. I’m sorry, I don’t have any coffee. I know you prefer it.”

“How do you know?” He straightened, but hesitated, appeared a bit unsure of what to do next.

“Because you were slugging it down the other night when you were here. Don’t get me wrong, I love the smell of strong brewed espresso, but the caffeine wreaks havoc on your nerves, and I don’t need shaky hands. So let’s do tea.” When he came forward, she stopped him with a hand on his chest. Her fingers immediately warmed as they pressed into him. A blood-zinging buzz hummed through her as she curled her fingers under and into the soft fabric of his shirt. She couldn’t have let go of him if she’d wanted to. And she didn’t want to.

“I thought you were going to let me in.”

She lifted her chin, looked into his eyes that drew her in like breath. She wanted to draw him. She wanted to just look at him and let her mind fly. But now, more than anything, more than she should, she wanted something completely wrong, something she’d never wanted before in her life. She wanted…

She stepped forward, slipped her hand up and around to his neck and drew him to her, covered his mouth with hers. She could feel his surprise, taste it on her lips as she moved her mouth, angled her head and deepened the kiss. A surge of energy flashed through her as she felt his hand skim down her side to rest on the swell of her hip. She barely had time to process the skin-tingling sensation before he moved in, pulling her tight against him. Whatever control she thought she had slipped away as he took over, his tongue sweeping through her mouth, tangling with hers, painting an image in her mind of what their bodies could do together. That thought was enough to prompt reason to return. She broke off the kiss but didn’t stop touching him, couldn’t stop herself from tangling her fingers in his hair. “I can’t believe I just did that.” Every nerve ending in her body was sparking like a downed electrical wire.

“That makes two of us.”

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About the Author

USA Today and national bestselling author Anna J Stewart can’t remember a time she didn’t have a book in her hands or a story in her head. Early obsessions with Star Wars, Star Trek, and Wonder Woman set her on the path to creating sweet to sexy pulse-pounding romances for her independent heroines. Anna lives in Northern California where she deals with a serious Supernatural addiction and an overly affectionate cat named Snickers.

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Giveaway

One lucky follower of this tour will walk away with a $15 Amazon gift card and THREE (3) lucky winners will receive digital sets of the original Honor Bound Trilogy (More Than a Lawman, Reunited with the PI, Gone in the Night) – choice of ePub or mobi format. Be sure to check out more stops for more chances to enter! Follow the tour HERE for special content and a giveaway.

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Jenna is the artist/illustrator and author behind Westveil Publishing and its sub-banner platforms Jenna Gets Creative and The Westveil Archives. She live in Newfoundland, Canada with her husband, daughter, and feline overlords.

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