Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Release Blitz + Giveaway: Potrait of a Girl by Luanna Stewart

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Portrait of a Girl by Luanna Stewart
Publication Date: July 14, 2015
Genres: Romance, Suspense

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Synopsis: An old crime and an irresistible new lead... When her wealthy art dealer father died, Heather James was expecting a fortune. Instead, his bank account was empty and Heather's working in a bakery, wondering exactly what happened to her father's millions...until someone tries to kill her. Tony Simons is on the trail of an art theft cold case that's practically giving him frostbite. He's hoping that by sticking close to Heather - the daughter of his deceased prime suspect - he'll find the answers he needs. Instead, he's finding himself distracted by a gorgeous woman who drives him crazy in every way imaginable... Now Tony's in serious trouble. Even if Heather can't - or won't - tell him where the stolen paintings and money are, she may well have stolen his heart. And now someone wants her dead...

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About Luanna Stewart

Luanna Stewart

Luanna Stewart has been creating adventures for her imaginary friends since childhood. As soon as she discovered her grandmother's stash of medical romance novels, all plots had to lead to a happily-ever-after. Luanna writes full time, concentrating on sexy romantic suspense, steamy paranormal romance, and spicy historical romance. Born and raised in Nova Scotia, Luanna now lives in Maine with her dear husband, two college boys, two cats, and one surviving gold fish. When she's not torturing her heroes and heroines, she can be found in her kitchen whipping up something chocolate. Writing under the pen name Grace Hood, she has two novellas published with The Wild Rose Press. Now she is super excited to have a book published under her own name with Entangled Publishing.



“Do you want every room painted that shade of beige?” He didn’t even try to keep the shudder 

out of his voice.

“What’s wrong with the color?” She straightened her back and raised her chin, apparently 

willing to defend her choice.

“Who said there was anything wrong with it? I was just wondering—”

“You didn’t have to say anything. You’re very easy to read. The paint was on sale, okay?”

He laughed. “I can see why.” And if he were so easy to read, she’d know he wasn’t thinking 

about painting, or anything else that one does with clothes on.

“What color would you choose, then?” She took a step closer, like she was angling for an 

argument. Arguing was not what he had in mind, either, unless it led to making up.

“I’d choose a blue like your eyes.” He closed the distance and tugged a lock of hair free from her 


“Or a mellow gold like your hair. Or”—he stroked her soft cheek, noting the catch in her 

breath—“the shade of your blush when you’re aroused.”

Her lips parted with a soft “oh.”

This right here was why he’d asked to be taken off the case or shipped overseas. He’d known, 

during that last meeting with his boss, that he was headed for this kind of trouble. The last thing 

he wanted to do was paint the fucking house.

She put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him close, her soft lips laying claim to his 

mouth. He slid an arm around her waist, pulled her close, pressing against her heat. Her scent 

made him forget all the reasons why this was a bad idea.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She nibbled at his lips, playing and teasing.

“You’re right.” He nuzzled her neck, tempted to take a bite.

“I hardly know you.”


“Why are you so agreeable?”

“One of us has to think clearly, and I’m doing my damnedest to be a gentleman.”

“Maybe I don’t want a gentleman.”

She pulled him back for another kiss, openmouthed, tongues clashing. If the bad guys showed up 

right now—

He broke the kiss. They were both breathing hard, and her heart raced along with his. He had to 

get her out of his house. “I’ve got a deadline to meet, or I won’t get paid. I’d hate to make my 

landlord upset by being late with the rent.”

He felt her smile against his neck. “I happen to know your landlord, and her cat would go hungry 

if you were late with the rent.”

“I’d hate to be responsible for a cat going hungry. Maybe we can continue this discussion later.”

“You can count on it.”