Katie Blanchard’s “Love, Jane” is live and she’s sent over an excerpt & giving away a signed copy!

<— PSYCH-THRILLER PREQUEL ALERT!!! Remember how much I loved the marital strife psych thriller “Dear Anna“? Remember?? Here… let  me refresh your memory with my Book Review. 😉 Well now… Love, Jane: A psychological thriller is the prequel (and this one sounds scarier – that awesome creepy kind of stalker-scary – than the first)!!!

And I’m thrilled that the author is today’s newsletter sponsor. To celebrate her release, she’s sent over an excerpt and she’s giving away a signed copy to a lucky commenter here!

But first… OMG TOTAL BLURB JOLT!!

Before there was Medeia, there was Jane.

Jane longed for security, something her childhood never afforded her. She found it and love being Stewart’s wife. When she hired Shana to help him with his stress, though, Jane found out that sometimes inviting a stranger into your home means they never leave.

Tossed out of her home and marriage penniless, while Shana sleeps in her place, Jane’s first experience in the world outside of the safe mansion is a brutal attack from the driver who took her away. With the maniac responsible for the attack still at large, picking new victims while stalking Jane, her new life is about hiding.

Jane takes on a new identity with help from the cop who saved her life, but she’s still not sure she can trust him─ his past tangles with Stewart. While the cops hunt for the attacker, a run-in with Shana exposes a secret of Stewart’s that could bring a new madman on Jane’s tail– Stewart. Danger or not, it’s hard to turn away from someone in need.

Can Jane help the mistress that ruined her marriage? Will her attacker find her before the police find him? Is he closer than everyone thinks?

EXCERPT:

“Jane?” I look up and see the same face I saw last time at this grocery store. I need to find a new place to shop. Is she staking her claim on this place by coming again and confronting me? Shit, she can have it for all I care. I don’t want to touch anything that involves her or Stewart.

“Shana.” Her sour name rolls off my tongue, and my words spit it to the ground. The unwashed dirty blond hair that dangled in strings around her natural face is gone, replaced by a more polished uniformed brunette color and a layer of makeup that doesn’t allow the freckles underneath to poke through.

Gone is the yoga instructor I hired to help my husband de-stress because I was worried about his heart and newly diagnosed condition of coronary artery disease. I’m surprised now that his heart could even catch something like that, considering he didn’t have one. But, something inside that old chest of his pumped wildly for Shana, enough to toss me to the side without warning. And I’m the dumbass who turned matchmaker for them.

I walk away from her once again, longing for the dull quiet walls of my apartment.

“Jane, please wait.” She shoves her cart, with the infant car seat residing inside again, toward me.

“What do you need, Shana?” I bite out as I spin my body around in her direction. “I don’t have any more husbands for you to get knocked up by and steal. I don’t have any more mansions for you to take over and redecorate for your child blessed out of wedlock.” I laugh, but it’s cruel. “Well, I shouldn’t say out of wedlock, Stewart was married at the time, just not to you.” She winces as my words hit her.

“I’m sorry, Jane. I truly am.” Shana tucks her chin to her chest like a guilty toddler.

“Do you cry into your hundred-dollar bills at night over it?” Her eyes find her child, and I feel like a bitch for the words making me feel any pleasure. I’m not this low. Stewart and Shana are, but not me.

“I’m sorry, that was rude.” My eyes fall from her face and land on the purple circle on her arm, poking out of the cap sleeve of her designer dress. My head jerks back to her face, and she catches my line of sight.

“Does he?” I can’t even get the words out. No, this is not my problem. I warned her. I fucking warned her.

“Jane, what do I do?” The desperation in her voice hits my heart without warning before I can put a good defense in place. I will not take pity on her.

“Pray that his heart gives out soon,” I hiss. I turn on my heels and walk out of the store, Ramona’s cigarettes forgotten. The tears falling down Shana’s face are worthless. I f*cking warned her.

NOW FOR THE GIVEAWAY  !!

The author is giving away a signed copy to one lucky commenter here! She says:

I would love to do a giveaway again. That was so much fun last time with Dear Anna. …Signed paperback of Love, Jane.

How to enter for a chance to win it? Just leave a comment below (or better yet – tell me your favorite creepy-stalker book) and by 10pm EST, Sunday November 24th, 2019, I will randomly select one lucky commenter as the winner.

The winner will be contacted and will have 48hrs to respond confirming their mailing address, so if you are picked, do not delay or you will lose your chance. The signed book will be sent to the winner directly by the author.

Open to US (though ALL are welcome to comment)! 😀