Emotionally Compromised Gets A Makeover
So, this is the book that started it all:
Emotionally Compromised is the first book I ever wrote and I remember the moment I typed, ‘The End,’ and thought, “Wow. I can’t believe I wrote that many words IN A ROW.”
Writing started out as something I just loved to do for fun, and I never once considered becoming an author way back in 2012 (nor did anyone teach me that it was a possibility). I simply started posting a novel on online writing community, Wattpad, and I remember being flabbergasted (yes, that word is completely necessary) that people enjoyed reading my badass heroine, her life of espionage, and her realizing she may be mature enough to handle a gun but too immature to handle a relationship. The book started ranking in top reading lists, it was even hand selected as a contest winner, and I started forming friends with readers and other writers. It was the start of something so magical in my life. Personally and professionally. I learned that I could be a writer if I wanted and that I could self-publish if I wanted, too.
Learning the ropes of publishing, and loving everything that has to do with digital marketing, I taught myself how to become a self-published author, and you could say this also sparked the fortuitous start into a marketing career. This writing and author world opened my eyes and possibilities.
I published Emotionally Compromised in November of 2013 and even designed the cover myself. It was so much fun and liberating. I loved the book and its characters so much, and I knew I wanted to write so many more books and make more bookish friends.
Flash forward to 2020, and I’m still so proud of this book, and have published four more novels since then!
Admittedly, that 2013 cover did not age well (no matter how much I still adore that cover photo), and it sat in the shadows of my book catalogue. Now, on the brink of releasing my sixth book, I thought what better time to give my first book a stunning makeover and bring it to the twenty-first century than NOW. It’s finally getting the tender-love-and-care it deserves after seven years!
I’m madly in love with this new cover and I hope everyone is too! I can’t stop staring at it and just so thrilled to give it a refresh. It was such a trip re-reading/editing this since I last touched it in 2013. It was like going back in time and falling in love with the book and writing all over again. I hope everyone enjoys the refresh, including edits, cover, and formatting for the ebook and paperback.
To celebrate the makeover, Emotionally Compromised is on sale for 99 cents for a limited time, and I’m also doing a giveaway of easily shippable or digital goods to combat the COVID-19 chaos since I can’t make it to a post office right now. OH, and it’s on Kindle Unlimited, too!
Whether you already own the book (because you’re awesome) or giving it a read for the first time, keep an eye out for an exclusive excerpt of my next novel titled, UNWRITTEN, releasing September 15, 2020 along with a preorder link! If you already own the book, the book should already be updated for you 🙂
Here’s the synopsis and a fun, cute, flirty except from EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISED to inspire you to pick up this sexually charged romantic suspense novel that I adore.
“A smile will get you far, but a smile and a gun will get you farther” -Al Capone.
Federal Agent Alex Turner deals better with guns than boyfriends, and prefers it that way. Her emotional range is bleak, but her aim is damn near perfect.
Thinking saving the world is a far easier task than dating, Agent Turner springs at the opportunity to prevent young scientist Marcus Gibbs from selling his biological weapon to the highest bidder. With her goal in sight, and Marcus eating out of the palm of her hand, an obstacle she doesn’t see coming interferes. Meet Jeremy Hunt — the distractingly handsome CEO of Sunscape Biotechnologies, and Marcus’s boss and best friend.
A man who is accustomed to getting what he wants, Jeremy’s never been one to take no for an answer, which has Agent Turner realizing for the first time that her wit might get her farther than her weapon. With no protocol or training to reference when it comes to matters of the heart, she worries that this might be her hardest assignment yet.
The car pulls away, and I’m alone with Jeremy, who’s now standing right next to me.
I stare into the distance, not wanting to make eye contact even though I know he’s staring at me. I bob back and forth on my heels, waiting for a cab, wishing for this moment to be over. He scoffs, and I still don’t budge.
As if he can’t take it, he says, “Really?”
The statement almost offends me. I turn to look at him, and it’s a blatant mistake. He stands with hands in his pockets in a nonchalant sort of pose, his dress shirt rolled up revealing his muscular forearms. My mouth starts watering. Focus.
“Excuse me?” I ask.
“You’re kidding right now, right? That stunt you just pulled with Marcus. Is this all because I grabbed your ass?” He’s coming dangerously close to being crude, and I get right to the point.
“Is this because I offered him my number, and not you?”
His mouth forms a hard line, and he’s all tough CEO, but I’m no mouse and I stare right back. After a moment, he’s back to trying to hold back his smile.
“Maybe it is.” He pouts.
When Jeremy pouts, it’s a remarkable sight. I gulp over my last thought.
“Well, I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”
As if dumbfounded, he continues, “Why Marcus? Why him? He’s been a drunk slob all night.”
Is he really putting down his friend? I wonder if talking about his friends this way is a habit.
I turn to look away because I can’t think of a logical response. He knows I’m attracted to him, and I will not let him take advantage of that fact. I can tell he thinks it’s funny that I’m giving him the silent treatment, and it annoys me.
He leans in somewhat close, and in a mocking tone, he says, “Is it these blue eyes? Are they too much for you?”
Before I can stop it, a laugh erupts from my mouth, and I look at him and roll my eyes.
“Mr. Hunt, you’re definitely not used to not getting what you want, and it almost pleases me that I can affect you so.”
He bites his lip, nodding his head as he looks away.
“You’re toying with me.”
Maybe I am.