Book & Author Details:
by Cambria Hebert
(BearPaw Resort #2)
Publication date: June 15th 2018
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense, Thriller
*this title is enrolled in Kindle Unlimited and is exclusive to Amazon
An arctic blast is coming…
Fleeing to the wintry town of Caribou was always meant to be temporary,
BearPaw Resort just a place to hide.
Never in a million years did I expect that running back to the past
would bring me face to face with my future.
But it did, and now everyone I love is in danger.
I’ve already escaped death three times, and I know my luck is running out.
I’m left looking over my shoulder, watching and waiting,
knowing they’re coming
Hiding is impossible when the mob wants you erased,
and I love Liam far too much to try to disappear.
The more time I spend with him, the more I realize how much he needs me.
A darkness lurks inside him, and the colder it gets, the more I see it in his eyes.
So here I am, more afraid than ever before.
Giving up isn’t an option. Giving in will get us killed.
A blizzard is brewing on our mountain,
more frigid than anything we’ve ever felt.
With everything we ever wanted at stake, the only option is to fight.
When life turns arctic…
Who will survive the blast?
Purchase: Will be found here come release day: https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=Blizzard+by+Cambria+Hebert
Book 1 in the series: Avalanche – Read the prologue: https://tinyurl.com/yc93ncxs
Read chapter one of Blizzard: http://cambriahebert.com/2018/06/blizzard-chapter-read/
Blitz-wide giveaway (US only)
• One signed paperback of Blizzard
• One BearPaw swag pack
• One signed paperback of Avalanche
Grand prize giveaway – ends June 21st:
Cambria Hebert is an award winning, bestselling novelist of more than twenty books. She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair.
Besides writing, Cambria loves a caramel latte, staying up late, sleeping in, and watching movies. She considers math human torture and has an irrational fear of chickens (yes, chickens). You can often find her running on the treadmill (she’d rather be eating a donut), painting her toenails (because she bites her fingernails), or walking her chorkie (the real boss of the house).
Cambria has written within the young adult and new adult genres, penning many paranormal and contemporary titles. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense. A few of her most recognized titles are: The Hashtag Series, Text, Torch, and Tattoo.
Cambria Hebert owns and operates Cambria Hebert Books, LLC.
You can find out more about Cambria and her titles by visiting her website: http://www.cambriahebert.com.
Steamy Look at Blizzard
I couldn’t have everything. Not unless I gave it.
Right now, Liam didn’t want words. Or explanations. It was clear he would talk and confess anything I ever asked. It was also clear a man with his kind of demons needed far more than just a listening ear.
Kissing Liam was what I imagined free-falling would feel like. Thrilling, breathtaking, so intense that thoughts couldn’t even form in your head. There was no fear, though, because I knew when I landed, it would be in his arms.
A rough sound vibrated his throat, and his body pushed closer. Flattening a palm against his warm shoulder, I pushed. He went because I went with him, not once breaking the contact of our mouths. His back hit the couch, and I rocked instantly against the rock-hard erection between us.
I pushed off of his chest, forcing our mouths free. Liam’s eyes shot to mine, his stare like a silver lightning storm in a summer night sky. His chest heaved. His lips were glossy and plump from the kiss.
With gentle hands and flashing eyes, he pushed the length of my hair behind my shoulders. I couldn’t stop the shiver wracking through me as his hands brushed over the bare skin of my shoulder.
The second my hair was out of the way, Liam hooked a single finger into the neckline of the T-shirt I’d stolen from his drawer. In a sudden and seductive move, the sound of it tearing filled the room.
I glanced down, surprised, as the morning air brushed over my bare chest.
I was possessed. Completely. Totally. It was almost as if I were no longer my own… but solely his.
The shirt hung tattered around me. His large hands made such easy work of the soft material. I wanted to speak, but his stare held me speechless. I wanted to smile, but the intent on his face left me anticipating.