The Last Execution by Jerrie Alexander Spotlight and Giveaway!!

About the Book 

To survive, she must put the past behind her. To love, she must learn to trust.

Homicide detective Leigh McBride's first assignment with the FBI brings her face-to-face with a past she's tried hard to forget. And when her temporary partner, a cynical ex-marine, lights a fire in her she thought long-extinguished, her darkest secret is threatened.

Scarred both physically and emotionally, Special Agent J. T. Noble is a man of few words. He prefers to keep people at a distance—until he meets Leigh. He's attracted to her strength and drawn in by her secrecy. But in their line of work, secrets can be deadly.

When the killer they are hunting aims his vigilante justice at Leigh's past assailant, the fine line between right and wrong blurs. To heal the past—and find their future together—Leigh and J. T. must learn that only through trust and forgiveness can love grow.

About this author

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A student of creative writing in my youth, I set aside my passion when life presented me with a John Wayne husband, and two wonderful children. A career in logistics offered me the opportunity to travel to many beautiful locations in America, and I revisit them in my romantic suspense novels.

The characters went with me, talked to me, and insisted I share their dark, sexy stories with others. I writes alpha males and kick-ass women who weave their way through death and fear to emerge stronger because of, and on occasion in spite of, their love for each other. I like to torture people, make them suffer, and if they’re strong enough, they live happily ever after.

I live in Texas, love sunshine, children’s laughter, sugar (human and granulated), and researching for my heroes and heroines. 

 Excerpt

Ethan turned his head sideways as he studied J.T.’s face. Wide eyed, the boy pointed at the scar with his index finger. J.T. wasn’t surprised. The kid was probably curious.

                “How’d you get that?”

                “A piece of shrapnel—” He paused and considered Ethan’s age. “I was in the war. A bomb went off and a piece of metal smacked me in the face.”

                “Does it hurt?”

                “Not anymore.” J.T. marveled at the innocence in Ethan’s eyes.

                “Can I touch it?”

                “I guess so.” J.T. breathed in and waited. Ethan hesitated, leaning closer.

                “I’m not supposed to talk about your scar.”

                “Who said?”

                “Mama.”

                “It’s okay. I won’t tell.”

                J.T. turned his head to the side. No one had outright asked to touch the constant reminder of a day when his best friend caught the worst of an IUD. Hell, people shied away from his right side. Except Leigh, she looked him square in the face. He lay still while Ethan poked a finger into the scar a couple of times. After a few seconds of investigation, the kid cupped the scar with his small hand and patted lightly. The oddest thing happened to J.T.’s heart. It swelled inside his chest and then clenched.

                “Mama said you were a brave soldier.”

                Alien emotions swirled through J.T. and an unexplained urge to hug Ethan put a weird lump in J.T.’s throat. Unable to cope or understand, his mind raced for an idea, anything to end the moment. 

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