Quick Promo- Alicia Dean and friends- Featuring Krysta Scott

Happy Thursday readers.

Since Monday we're been Rebellious, Ruined, and Reckless. Today we're ready to Runaway.

Here to get us up to speed on how the idea for these awesome books came about is 

author Alicia Dean.

Martini Club 4 – The 1920s

A few years ago, myself and three of my writer friends—Amanda McCabe, Kathy L Wheeler, and Krysta Scott—began meeting each Friday evening (unless something extremely important kept one of us away, and trust me, it had to be IMPORTANT) for Martinis and various other libations, at the Martini Lounge in Edmond, Oklahoma. In time, we came to dub our gathering the ‘Martini Club.’ We unwind, vent, chat about writing, laugh, and strengthen an already strong bond of friendship. It’s not only fun, it’s beneficial. As all writers know, no other friend besides a writer friend truly understands us. (We also have an honorary MC member, Cindy Sorenson. Although she is a writer, she declined to write one of the stories, but she has been invaluable as far as brainstorming and beta reading. So, what else could we do…we named a character after her in the series!)

During one of these gatherings, one of us, and I can’t remember who, made an offhand remark about writing stories centered around the Martini Club. The idea blossomed from there, and the ‘Martini Club 4’ series was born. We thought it would be fun to set our first MC4 stories in the 1920’s, but we intend to write more in other decades in the future. During the planning, plotting, and writing, we have had a few weekend retreats that were loads of fun, and some were even productive.  What a joy to do something that I love so much—writing—with a group of ladies that I love so much!

*** Release date is February 26, 2015 and the price at that time will be $2.99 each. If you pre-order, they are only 99 cents each! ***

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(The books are all stand alone, but related. They do not have to be read it order, but it’s probably best that way.)

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Runaway: 

Martini Club 4 Series – The 1920s Book 4 

by Krysta Scott

How difficult or how easy was it to coordinate ideas/characters?

It was harder than I thought it would be. When we spoke of the concept in general, it didn’t seem like our stories would be that intertwined. While each story stands on its own, there are scene that are in several of the stories. Matching the time frame of each scene in our separate stories and the dialogue proved quite challenging.

How is your writing style different from the other authors?

My comfort zone is paranormal and science fiction. I don’t usually write suspense or historical. Getting familiar with the era, clothing and careers available to women in that time was new to me. Emotion and description do not come as easy to me as it does the other authors in this series because my focus is usually on the action and how it escalates to the resolution.

Blurb: 

After escaping an arranged marriage, Charli Daniels lands on a new shore. But things go from bad to worse when her fiancé follows her to New York. Now, instead of realizing her dream of opening her own bakery, she finds herself in a fight for her freedom.

Haunted by a string of failures, Detective Felix Noble is determined to solve his latest case. But his effort to find a murderer is jeopardized by a forbidden attraction to his number one suspect.

When a new threat surfaces, Felix wonders if he is once again on the wrong track. Can Charli convince him of her innocence before more than her dreams are destroyed?

Excerpt:  

Charli sagged against the brick façade outside of Club 501 and rubbed the back of her neck. What a tedious night. She hadn’t even the energy to change from her uniform. With a deep breath, she gathered her strength for the walk home, making a mental note of the items she still needed from the street vendors. Milk, butter, blueberries, and sugar. Her wages from the night should cover the cost with just enough left over for her portion of rent. Her footsteps lightened. If only she could speak with Mrs. Carter—
“Charlotte?” The familiar nasal voice stopped her as surely as a band of iron bracing her against a wall.
Geoffrey!
It couldn’t possibly be. She’d traveled an ocean to rid herself of that nightmare. She whirled, her heart sinking when her eyes confirmed what her mind already knew.  “W-w-what are you doing here?”
How? How had he found her? She swallowed.
With three long strides the man she thought to never lay eyes on again closed the distance between them. Her spirits sank with every step. A cell door slammed on her short lived freedom. He wrapped his spindly fingers around her arms, squeezing tightly. Too tightly. “Thank God. We thought we’d lost you.” His breathy dramatics sickened her.
We, who? She squirmed from his grasp and met his grey eyes. Concern? How could a man who barely knew her be so concerned of her welfare? She grimaced. Her parents, of course. They put him up to locating her. Why couldn’t everyone just leave her alone? “How did you find me?”
Geoffrey dug into his suit pocket and pulled out a wrinkled bit of newspaper. He smoothed it flat and held it out. She snatched it with numb fingers and moved under the street lamp. A sensual, come-hither, if grainy, photo of Meggie beamed under the headline.
Oh no. Word had spread far. Her hand flew to her neck, her vision blurred.
“I followed the bread crumbs you might say.” His grin was much too satisfied.
“Oh.” The only word she could manage from her constricted throat.
He grabbed her shoulders and shook. “Why would you leave? Did your school chums force you?”
“No! Of course not.” How utterly ridiculous. His grip tightened as a hard glint reflected in his eyes.
His gaze traveled over her uniform, her newly shorn hair. She clasped her hands together, resisting the urge to cover herself from his scrutiny. Needle pricks ricocheted up her spine. This was it. He was here to drag her home. She chewed her lip.
“This is your dream? A life no better than a servant?” He eyed her garb with the venom of a pampered man who’d never known an honest day’s work. “This is not you.” He pointed to her now stained and wrinkled uniform. “You’re nobility, for God’s sake. This is far beneath your lot in life, Lady Charlotte.”
How would he know? The precious son of her parents’ friends. She hadn’t even known him when they were children. Their first meeting was at their engagement dinner. Arranged marriages had been outdated since the early 1800s, even in England.  Oh, how attentive he’d played, but she’d heard the rumors. Knew the front he presented would end the moment he slipped the manacle about her finger. Her duties for “serving” would shift to unpaid, planning parties, while he ran his household—and her—with an iron fist. Treating her as nothing more than a receptacle to bear his children. His property. She shivered. Serving illegal liquor to hoary-eyed patrons was the much better choice.
“I-I have nothing to say to you.” She whirled and marched away from expectations that had besieged her since the day she was born.
Heart thumping, breathing shallow, Charli escaped. From him. From her previous life.
Loud, firm steps thundered behind her. What had she expected? The man had followed her from London. Fury pressed through her veins. Well, that was his choice. She hadn’t asked him to look for her. But she couldn’t…wouldn’t go back to that life. She walked faster. Almost running, but strong fingers curled about her arm, jerking her to a stop.
“Charlotte.” He gasped for air. “What the devil are you doing?”
“Getting away from you.” Her hand flew to her mouth. Had those words just come out of her? Only six months in New York, and she’d gained gumption. From wherever the fortitude rose, she embraced it. Clung to it. Needed it. She yanked her arm from his grip, and before he could stop her, continued down the sidewalk. “Leave me alone.”
“Why are you being so obstinate?” His voice echoed in the quiet of the night. Still, he trailed her. The familiar entrance to her flat lay only two blocks ahead. She pushed to close the distance—between Geoffrey and her old life—to reach her haven.

Buy Link

Runaway:  http://amzn.com/B00RIFHGPC

Left to Right: Krysta Scott, Amanda McCabe, Kathy L Wheeler, Alicia Dean

Krysta Scott Bio:

Krysta Scott is a family law attorney in her false life. After years of writing and winning contests, she is now taking the plunge into publishing. A fan of sci-fi and dark stories about people in crisis, she also enjoys the television shows Vampire Diaries, Breaking Bad, and Sherlock. As a result of much coaxing by her friends, she decided to write a 20’s romantic suspense as her breakout story

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