Friday, April 13, 2012

Author MK McClintock Alaina Clairborne free day



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How far would you go to avenge your family and save the one you love?

In
19th century England, Alaina Claiborne had a loving family, a cherished
friend, and devoted servants. She spent her days riding across the
grassy hills of the English countryside, joyful and at peace. Then
tragedy strikes in the worst possible way and her world is forever
changed, childhood gone and a new course set. Searching for a killer is
her only focus, that is until she meets Tristan.

Tristan
Sheffield is a man of many talents, among them searching out those who
don't want to be found. His past is filled with secrets and deeds he
would rather leave deeply buried. However, when his life is unexpectedly
entwined with Alaina's, he soon discovers they share more than a mutual
desire to catch a murderer.

On their hunt for a man driven by
greed, Tristan and Alaina find that love is the greatest weapon against
evil and they'll stop at nothing to survive.


Excerpt:

Tristan ignored the pain in his shoulder

from busting down the back door as he made his way frantically through the old
house. It was dark, dank, and an unpleasant odor wafted from the skeleton of
every room. It looked as though someone had been there on and off for a while. The floors were
covered in an inch of dirt except through the kitchen and the
back hallways, both of which appeared to be well trodden paths through the
house. Tristan swore that he could hear rats scuffling along the upper floors
and there was the distinct smell of death lingering in the air. Whoever had
made their temporary home in that debilitated old structure was probably shoved
away in a closet somewhere.
He
continued his search, finding nothing. The screams had stopped the moment he broke through the back
door and he
was now looking everywhere for a basement door. The sounds had been too muffled
to have come from upstairs. Charles met him halfway through the search,
revealing that he too had found nothing; until they happened upon a door in the
kitchen floor.
Charles
placed a hand on Tristan, holding him off, wanting to go first, but Tristan
shook him off and pulled up on the heavy door. The corridor leading down was
darker than the rest of the house and smelled much worse.  Feeling their way along the wall, both
men
carefully felt their way down the steps. Up ahead a dim light cast shadows and
the glowed a little brighter with each step. Picking up his pace, Tristan moved
towards the light and came to another door. This one was bolted shut and on the
other side came the moans-barely audible, but they were there.
“Alaina?”
Tristan yelled through the bars in the door.
No answer; a small moan. Charles studied
the lock for a moment.
“We
won’t be getting through this one easily,” he offered.
“Like
hell we won’t,” Tristan replied and pushed Charles back.









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