Thursday, 8 August 2013

Tension Blog Tour: Exclusive Excerpt & #Giveaway

Hello, Therians!

Welcome to my second stop in the Tension by R.L. Griffin Blog Tour!

Today I have an exciting exclusive excerpt from Tension. Check it out below.

And remember to enter the awesome giveaway. There's a Kindle Fire up for grabs and other amazing prizes!

The Stella who emerges from the rubble of the bombing in Montana is a woman full of conflict. She knows she should be grateful that she lived when others didn't, but after waking in the hospital as a celebrity, complete with a new moniker, she's bitter and distrustful, questioning everything in her life. She's unsure of her friends, her new boyfriend, and her job. In addition, a face from the past reappears and threatens to take the one good thing in her life.

Stella attempts to deal with the new scrutiny of her life with her usual sense of humor, but she's filled with a new emotion that she tries desperately to hide: HATE. Her recovery is hastened by her determination to find the man who turned her into a walking scar. She's going to kill him; she needs to kill him.

Stella isn't alone. She has her close friends and her dog, Cooper. Will their support be enough to help Stella accomplish her plan, or will this endeavor be her undoing?

**This book is intended for mature audiences due to strong language and sexual content**


George’s “shift” at the hospital was Monday through Wednesday since Stella awoke; on those days, he was often there alone, giving her mother a break.  Stella’s dad was working back in Atlanta during the week but staying at the hospital from Friday to Sunday.  Stella was so restless and irritated; she just wanted to get out of the room and Montana.  He warned her that things were going to be different.  He planned to keep better tabs on her, and she’d have to be really careful about where she went.  She’d brushed him off, not believing how different her life would be when she left the confines of the hospital.

Every time he saw her, he tried to bring her something to make her happy.  George wanted to see Stella smile again, and not the fake one she used for everyone else. When he brought her a burger and fries from a Five Guys restaurant down the road, he thought she was going to explode with joy.   

“Oh my shit, George, thank you.” She took an enormous bite of her burger and sighed blissfully. “I’ve wanted a burger and fries since I woke up.” 

            “So Millie told me that you now have a Twitter account,” he said casually, watching her eat the rest of burger.  Watching her tear into her burger made him remember all the noises she used to make when she ate before the attack, relishing every bite.  It also made him remember the other noises she made while doing other things.  Am I really thinking about sex while watching her eat a burger?  Yes, I am.  

            “Oh, yeah.” She leaned over and reached toward the side table for her phone. “Can you download Twitter on here and tell me how to use it?”
            “Sure.”  George fiddled with her phone while Stella finished her fries. Not only did he download and setup Twitter, he changed his ringtone to “I and Love and You.”   “You know Millie is using this for PR purposes, right? So you should probably not cuss on it, okay?” He laughed, knowing he sounded like her mother.
            Stella forced a fake laugh. “Whatever, dude.  She said I should tweet about my progress and that’s what I’ll do.”
            “Not that I doubt that you would follow directions, but that doesn’t mean you should tweet about how you hate the doctors poking you and how terrible the food is.”
            She sighed.  “I know what it means, George.  I’m not an idiot.”
            He ran his hand over her hair, smoothing it back.  “I know you’re not an idiot, but you are on narcotics.  I highly doubt you should have access to Twitter while you’re on narcotics. I’ve heard about your drunk posts on Facebook, after all. Although…it would be highly entertaining.”
            “Okay, you may be right.  Maybe we should designate less-drugged times to tweet; though that might mean I’m in pain, and we can’t have pain-influenced tweets,” she teased. “Now that I think about it, maybe you should put my phone on the other side of the room or in your pocket.”  She smiled at his ass as he walked her phone over to the chest of drawers which the TV sat on. 
He turned to face her and dropped the phone in the front of his jeans.  “Let me know if you need to tweet.” He winked.
“Oh, I think I really need to tweet right now.”  She swung her legs out and stood up slowly. 
            “Something really important, like your doctor has okayed sex.”  George smirked and wiggled his crotch at her.
            Stella laughed and then groaned as the pain spread through her chest, but she walked over to where George was standing.  She eased her hand down his pants.  “I think I found something way more interesting than my phone in here.”

Read my REVIEW of Tension.



R.L. resides in the Atlanta area with some cool dudes: her husband, son and two dogs.  She was born and raised in the South.  She attended Georgia Southern University and moved to Washington, D.C. to intern in the United States Senate during the impeachment trial.  Falling in love with the city, she went to law school at American University, Washington College of Law.  By A Thread is R.L.’s second book, but is the first in a series of books.


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