Tracie, an author I met on my journey, has a blog tour running right now.
Let's check out the details, shall we?
Charlotte Kenny is nineteen years old and a prostitute.
Not by choice, though.
When a client is murdered, Charlotte is thrown into a world she believes should be between the pages of a novel.
Beau Mercier is an ass with a dark past.
When Charlotte ends up on his doorstep, he knows trouble will follow.
Two people, who neither trust nor like each other, are forced together in a town where all is not as it seems.
Can Charlotte escape her trouble? Can Beau open up enough to help her?
Both want to, but secret pasts, murder, and intrigue, get in the way.
Harlot accompanies the thrillers, Gabriel and A Deadly Sin, and can be read as a standalone.
For readers over the age of 18.
☆.•°☆ RELEASE DAY & £50/$50 AMAZON GIFT CARD
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Harlot by Tracie Podger is now live!
Read on below for an exclusive excerpt and links for a chance to win a
£50/$50 Amazon Gift card among other fabulous prizes.
I
slumped into my broken and grubby sofa, wincing at the soreness of my bare
feet. I didn’t have the energy to clean them. Instead, I poured myself a glass
of cheap wine and gulped it down. My hand shook so much it was hard to hold the
glass to my lips. The wine burned its way down my throat, mixing with the bile
that was churning in my stomach. I pulled my dirty feet up onto the sofa and
curled up. Finally, the tears fell.
I
hugged myself, trying to get some warmth into my bones. The trailer I lived in
was freezing with just a small gas heater that gave off enough of a smell for
me not to want to use it. I pulled a quilt around my shoulders and then cried
harder.
My
grandmother had made that quilt; it was the only item I had that reminded me of
her.
I
missed her bitterly. I had since she’d died but more so then. She would have
hugged me; she would have known what to do. I would never have found myself in
the situation I was had she been around. I cried out her name, praying she
could hear and guide me. Not that I thought I could sleep, but I closed my
eyes, hoping that dawn would arrive quickly and I’d have a clearer mind.
A
sweep of car headlights across the room disturbed me. I sat up, pulling the
quilt tight around me and held my breath. The lights came to a stop outside my
trailer. I quietly slipped from the sofa, and in a crouch, I crept to the
window. I sat on the floor, my back to the door, knowing if someone looked in,
they wouldn’t see me.
My
blood froze in my veins when I heard my name being called, more so, when I
recognized the voice. If he wanted to get in, one kick would have the front
door fly off its brackets. I covered my mouth to stifle the sob when the door
rattled.
“I
know where you’ve been, whore,” he slurred, before laughing. “You won’t be
going back there.”
“Please,
go away,” I whispered, hoping for divine intervention. That came in the form of
a dog.
Barking
echoed around outside, becoming more frantic. I heard his heavy footsteps clomp
down the wooden steps, away from the door, and then the headlights swept across
the room again. I sat, straining my ears to listen for the engine of his car
and breathed a sigh of relief when that sound became faint.
I
knew at that point I couldn’t stay there. I had to leave. I scrambled to my
feet and rushed into my bedroom. I gathered what few belongings I had, and
crammed them into a battered backpack. The last thing I picked up was the
quilt.
I
pulled on some socks and my sneakers, still aware of how dirty my feet were,
and headed for the kitchenette. Hidden in a cupboard, in a small tin, were my
meager earnings, well, the portion of earnings I was allowed to keep. In
addition, there was my ‘gift’ of a hundred dollars. At the thought of that
‘gift’ and the person who gave it, tears welled in my eyes again. I would call
the police, but I would have to do it anonymously. There was no way I could go
forward and publicly report what I’d seen.
I
was scared, I was trailer park trash, and I was a prostitute.
Wow! Interesting! I can definitely see the suspense building here.
Get your copy today, readers, as this book was just released! ;)
I
slumped into my broken and grubby sofa, wincing at the soreness of my bare
feet. I didn’t have the energy to clean them. Instead, I poured myself a glass
of cheap wine and gulped it down. My hand shook so much it was hard to hold the
glass to my lips. The wine burned its way down my throat, mixing with the bile
that was churning in my stomach. I pulled my dirty feet up onto the sofa and
curled up. Finally, the tears fell.
I
hugged myself, trying to get some warmth into my bones. The trailer I lived in
was freezing with just a small gas heater that gave off enough of a smell for
me not to want to use it. I pulled a quilt around my shoulders and then cried
harder.
My
grandmother had made that quilt; it was the only item I had that reminded me of
her.
I
missed her bitterly. I had since she’d died but more so then. She would have
hugged me; she would have known what to do. I would never have found myself in
the situation I was had she been around. I cried out her name, praying she
could hear and guide me. Not that I thought I could sleep, but I closed my
eyes, hoping that dawn would arrive quickly and I’d have a clearer mind.
A
sweep of car headlights across the room disturbed me. I sat up, pulling the
quilt tight around me and held my breath. The lights came to a stop outside my
trailer. I quietly slipped from the sofa, and in a crouch, I crept to the
window. I sat on the floor, my back to the door, knowing if someone looked in,
they wouldn’t see me.
My
blood froze in my veins when I heard my name being called, more so, when I
recognized the voice. If he wanted to get in, one kick would have the front
door fly off its brackets. I covered my mouth to stifle the sob when the door
rattled.
“I
know where you’ve been, whore,” he slurred, before laughing. “You won’t be
going back there.”
“Please,
go away,” I whispered, hoping for divine intervention. That came in the form of
a dog.
Barking
echoed around outside, becoming more frantic. I heard his heavy footsteps clomp
down the wooden steps, away from the door, and then the headlights swept across
the room again. I sat, straining my ears to listen for the engine of his car
and breathed a sigh of relief when that sound became faint.
I
knew at that point I couldn’t stay there. I had to leave. I scrambled to my
feet and rushed into my bedroom. I gathered what few belongings I had, and
crammed them into a battered backpack. The last thing I picked up was the
quilt.
I
pulled on some socks and my sneakers, still aware of how dirty my feet were,
and headed for the kitchenette. Hidden in a cupboard, in a small tin, were my
meager earnings, well, the portion of earnings I was allowed to keep. In
addition, there was my ‘gift’ of a hundred dollars. At the thought of that
‘gift’ and the person who gave it, tears welled in my eyes again. I would call
the police, but I would have to do it anonymously. There was no way I could go
forward and publicly report what I’d seen.
I
was scared, I was trailer park trash, and I was a prostitute.
Get your copy today, readers, as this book was just released! ;)
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Thanks, Tracie, for letting us know all about your thriller novel! It sounds riveting! :)
About the Author:
Tracie
Podger currently lives in Kent, UK with her husband and a rather obnoxious cat
called George. She’s a Padi Scuba Diving Instructor with a passion for writing.
Tracie has been fortunate to have dived some of the wonderful oceans of the
world where she can indulge in another hobby, underwater photography. She likes
getting up close and personal with sharks.
Tracie
likes to write in different genres. Her Fallen Angel series and its
accompanying books are mafia romance and full of suspense. A Virtual Affair is
contemporary romance, and Gabriel and A Deadly Sin are thriller/suspense. The
Facilitator is erotic romance.
Author Links:
Website: http://www.TraciePodger.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/TRACIEPODGER
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Tracie-Podger/e/B00HA1ORO2/
Tracie's Books:
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