Giveaway and a Book Excerpt from The Nun and the Narc
The Nun and the Narc is now available in print!
The
Nun and the Narc, by Catherine Castle, is a fast-paced, out-of-the-box
inspirational romantic suspense that has been garnering five-star ratings. Readers
have called it a can’t-put-it-down, fun read that you won’t want to miss.
Captured by the local Mexican drug
lord after she interrupts a drug deal, novice Sister Margaret Mary risks losing
her life, her vocation, and her heart when she falls for undercover DEA agent
Jed Bond who is imprisoned with her.
Nuns shouldn’t look, talk, act, or kiss like Sister Margaret Mary. Jed
knows she’s off limits, but his heart can’t help wanting this woman who’s been
promised to God.
Excerpt from The Nun
and the Narc:
Jed’s head whipped around just as
the car plowed through a market stand of live chickens. Poultry, wooden cages,
and feathers scattered over the car. An angry hen dropped through the car’s
open sunroof, squawking and flapping in front of Jed, beating his head with its
wings.
Margaret reached over, grabbed the
bird, and threw it back out the sunroof opening. But it was too late. The car
glanced off an adobe wall into a second market stand and careened toward
another building. Jed jammed on the brakes. The car spun three hundred and
sixty degrees before screeching to a stop.
The impact threw Margaret sideways
against the passenger window. She hit her head on the glass, the blow blinding
her for a second. Jed’s body slammed into the steering wheel setting off the
horn. The wail echoed in Margaret’s head as she struggled to remain conscious.
Warmth trickled down the side of her head. Margaret managed to focus her eyes
as the noise stopped. Two Jeds leaned toward her, in slow motion. She blinked
to clear her vision.
“You all right?” he asked.
“I think so.” Something warm and
sticky seeped down her face. She reached up and wiped her temple. “I’m
bleeding,” she said as she stared at her fingers. The words sounded slurred. At
the sight of the blood on her fingers, her stomach rolled. She swallowed to
keep the bile down.
“Listen. It won’t take them long to
get here. Let me do the talking.”
“You won’t have to worry about
that. I feel really odd.” Margaret lowered her head between her knees. “I think
I’m going to faint.”
“It might be a whole lot easier if
you do.”
Want to read more? One autographed print copy of The Nun and the Narc will be awarded to
a randomly drawn commenter (U.S. commenter only) from this post and the other
two posts by Catherine Castle appearing on the 1/5/14 Pavilion Party. Email
address must be provided in order to be eligible to enter the drawing. Thanks
for stopping by today and good luck.
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