Release Day Launch & Giveaway: Torn by Monica Murphy

Monica Murphy’s sexy new Billionaire Bachelors Club Series book, TORN, is out today and we are excited to join in the release day launch for it. TORN is a steamy and amazing Contemporary Romance. Check out what we have for you today and then enter to win in the release day launch giveaway! There’s also a fantastic excerpt for you to check out!

synopsis

New York Times bestselling author Monica Murphy mixes business with pleasure in the second book of her sexy Billionaire Bachelors Club series …

Marina Knight came to this party for one thing only: to slap Gage Emerson in the face. Poised to snatch up her family’s real estate empire, the sexy tycoon is on the verge of making an enemy for life—even if he can make her melt with a single kiss …
When Gage discovers that the alluring woman before him is the key to
his latest acquisition, claiming her as his suddenly doesn’t seem quite so
cut-and-dried. To get what he wants, he must get to know the fierce woman
willing to face him down—as she steadily steals his heart.

Gage’s persistence and intense passion war with Marina’s determination

to protect her family. As they delve deeper into an affair they didn’t see
coming, Marina’s torn: Will she lose her heart to Gage—or everything she holds
dear?

 

excerpt
“Tell me your name.” 

A shiver runs down my spine at the
commanding, deep voice that sounds in my ear. I keep myself still, trying my
best not to react considering we’re surrounded by at least a hundred people,
but oh, how I want to.
If I could, I’d throw myself into the arms
of the man who’s standing far too close to me.
He’s demanding to know my name as if I owe him some sort of favor, which
I can’t help but find hot.
Irritating, but hot.
“Tell me yours first,” I murmur in return,
turning my head in the opposite direction, so it appears I’m not even talking
to him. He stands behind me, tall and broad, imposing in his immaculate black
suit and crisp white shirt—the silvery tie he wears perfectly knotted at his
throat.
I might not be looking at this very
moment, but I’d memorized everything about him the moment I first saw him not
an hour ago. He’d drawn plenty of attention without saying a word, striding
into the room as if he owned it, casting that calculating gaze upon everyone in
attendance. Looking very much like the mighty king observing his lowly
subjects—until his eyes lit upon me.
He watched me for long, agonizing minutes.
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I felt his hungry eyes rake over my
body, and for a terrifying moment I wondered if he could see right through me.
I shifted the slightest bit, inwardly cursing myself for coming tonight, but I
held firm. I refused to react.
I still refuse to react.
“You don’t know who I am?” He sounds
amused at the notion, and I’m tempted to walk away without a word. My earlier
nerves evaporate, replaced by a steely spine and an even steelier attitude.
He’s so confident, so arrogant, I’m sure he believes he has me.
He doesn’t know who he’s dealing with
then, does he?
We’re at a local wine- and
brewery-tasting, and I’m here representing the bakery my family owns. The one I
was recently allowed to take over and run since I’d graduated college. The
business they all believe is going to fail. So
why not give it to Marina? She can’t screw it up too badly.
That’s what I overheard my father telling
my uncle. The memory of his words still cuts straight to the bone.
Finally I chance a glance at the man
behind me, drinking in his thick brown hair tinged with gold, the way it
tumbles across his forehead, his twinkling green eyes, the faint smile that
curves his full lips. The combination gives him a boyish appearance. It’s a
complete illusion because there is nothing boyish about this virile man before
me.
“Perhaps you can enlighten me.” I offer a
carefree smile and turn to face him, the nerves returning tenfold when he takes
a step toward me, invading my personal space. His scent hits me first: clean
and subtle, a mixture of soap and just . . . him. No
cologne that I can detect.
Rather unusual. Most of the men I know
slather themselves in expensive scents all with the purpose of drawing us silly
women in. Instead, they end up choking us.
With the exception of this man. I find the
uniqueness refreshing.
A slow smile appears, revealing perfectly
straight white teeth. “Gage Emerson.” He thrusts his hand toward me. “And you are . . .?”
He’s not very subtle. And he’s exactly who
I suspected, not that I had any real doubt. The very man who recently bought up
what feels like half of the Napa Valley, all in the hopes of turning it around
and selling it to God knows who just to earn a hefty profit.
Not caring in the least that he’s forever
changing the landscape of the very place I’ve grown up in. And devastating my
family in the process.
“Marina Knight,” I say. God, I sound
breathless, and I want to smack myself. I’m not here tonight because of him. I
came for other reasons. To promote the family bakery, to mix and mingle with
local business owners, many I consider friends. My life in the Napa Valley is
all I know.

And this gorgeous man standing in front of
me is trying to take what I know away from me for good.
 

 

 

meettheauthor

 


New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Monica Murphy is a
native Californian who lives in the foothills below Yosemite. A wife and mother
of three, she writes New Adult and contemporary romance for Bantam and Avon.
She is the author of One Week Girlfriend and Second Chance Boyfriend.
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Comments

  1. The only thing i ever been torn over was giving my daughter up to my cousin because i was unable to take care of her properly.

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