Monday, February 9, 2015

Closed Giveaways, - Georgia Cates - The Next Sin

An epic tale of revenge and love in a new romantic trilogy from the New York Times best-selling author 

of The Beauty Series.




Bleu MacAllister is in hiding less than three months when Sinclair Breckenridge discovers her 

whereabouts. Her former lover, the future leader of a criminal organization known as The Fellowship, 

resists the tug of his heart heartstrings in her direction. Instead, he opts to watch over his beloved from 

afar. And she has no idea. But Sin's sacrifice is short-lived. His bonny lass is a hunted traitor. He fears 

Abram's assassins are closing in, leaving him with one solution for saving Bleu--make her his wife. 

Marriage seems an easy fix for their dilemma but wedded bliss is brief when the couple finds trouble 

lying in wait beyond the realm of the brotherhood. Will the original revenge seeker find herself the  object of collateral damage?

AMAZON: http://amzn.com/B00RG7HH8I 

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-next-sin/id949343301?mt=11 

One Last Sin – Release Date – March 23, 2015

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20623840-one-last-sin 

A Necessary Sin- Book 1 of The Sin Trilogy – Release Date: Dec 29

Bleu MacAllister is consumed. A horrific childhood incident has caused every decision in her life 

to revolve around bringing a monster to justice. With years spent studying The Fellowship, an 

organized crime brotherhood of liars, thieves, and killers, Bleu will rely on her skills as a special 

agent to cut Thane Breckenridge off at the knees. But walking hand in hand with retribution 

means risking collateral damage, in the form of Breckenridge’s son Sinclair—until Sin becomes 

so much more than Bleu bargained for. She’s always known this undertaking would place her 

life in danger—she never imagined her heart would be as well.

Buy Link:

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http://amzn.com/B00RIA6VI0


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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. 

She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of 

becoming an author and hasn’t looked back yet.

When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When she’s being domestic, she’s listening to her 

iPod and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.

Representation: All questions regarding subsidiary rights for any of my books, inquiries regarding foreign 

translation and film rights should be directed to Jane Dystel of Dystel & Goderich.

FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Georgia-Cates/213130102082500?ref=br_tf 

NEWSLETTER: http://goo.gl/ILvz8L  

TWITTER: https://twitter.com/GeorgiaCates 

WEBSITE: http://www.georgiacates.com/   

GOODREADS: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5228869.Georgia_Cates

AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE: http://www.amazon.com/Georgia-Cates/e/B005RQM69U/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1412959384&sr=8-2-ent 

Excerpt One: Bleu’s POV

I touch the screen. I stroke my finger down his face but it feels 

nothing like the real thing. I close my eyes so I can imagine the 

way his scruff felt against my skin.

He rarely grew what I would call a beard. He always kept his facial 

hair short and scruffy. And I loved it, especially when he would 

drag his face down the center of my body just to hear me squeal. 

But the best was when he’d push the crotch of my panties aside 

and rub his chin up and down between my legs.

“Holy shit, Bleu. That’s him, isn’t it?” I jerk when I hear Ellison’s 

voice over my shoulder. “That’s the man you were with in 

Scotland.”

I’m so stupid. I can’t believe I’ve allowed her to sneak up and 

catch me looking at this photograph. I was preoccupied. That’s my 

only excuse.

Ellison has interrogated me nonstop about my relationship with 

Sin. I’ve been vague. She’s on a need-to-know-only basis. That 

means I haven’t told her shit. But I want to. I need someone to tell 

me this excruciating pain in my heart is going to ease.

“Yes.” That’s my Breck. My admission feels like a ton of bricks 

lifted from my shoulders.

“Damn. That is one hottie Scottie.”

“I know.” I sigh as I prop my chin in my hand. I look at the 

handsome face of the only man in this world besides my father 

who has been willing to take me the way I am.

Two men. Both know the darkness I carry inside. But they love me 

anyway.

I’ve lost one. I’m losing the other. And it’s killing me.

“My God, Bleu. Look at the way he’s holding you … like you’re his 

everything. I don’t know how you walked away from him.”

You’d be surprised by the things you can do when you’re staring 

death in the face.

“My job was over.”

“You haven’t told me anything about it. Or him. Was it good?”

I recall the words he used to describe what being together was like 

for him. “The best ever.”

“You don’t think you’ll see him again?”

“No.” I won’t if I want to continue to live.

Excerpt Two: Sinclair’s POV

I’m in the background of Bleu’s life, as I have been for weeks. I 

have eyes on her at all times, even when they’re not my own. I 

safeguard her from harm. It’s all I’ve done since tracking my lass 

down in a small town in Mississippi, right outside of Memphis. I 

act as her protector from afar and she has no idea. She believes 

she’s hidden from The Fellowship—and me—but she couldn’t be 

more wrong. I’m always here, keeping a watchful eye on her and 

the MacAllister family.

I often need to be reminded that this is Bleu’s world. Every person 

she has contact with isn’t a threat but there’s an enormous 

problem with that. I have no idea who’s friend or foe.

I was concerned when Bleu disappeared at the bar with a man 

earlier tonight. I was on the verge of barging into the back until 

my lass came out on stage to perform with the band. I don’t think 

I’ve ever been so surprised in all my life. I knew she played but I 

never pegged her for a public performer. That doesn’t seem like 

my Bonny at all.

But I guess I don’t really know the real Bleu MacAllister. I only 

know the woman she pretended to be.

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