Cover Reveal - Angels of Belle Meade by Lindsey Iler
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Angels of Belle Meade is coming soon on Dec. 6th, 2018!
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BLURB
We govern with broken wings, using fear and beauty as our weapons.
Through inherited traditions, each of us are born to play individual parts in our reign. In previous years, the transition has been calm.
Until our generation is unveiled.
Newcomers step forward to wreak havoc amongst us. Secrets are revealed, loyalties are tested, and the dark truth of our town is forced into the light.
Townspeople, prepare to meet your judge, jury, and executioner.
We are the Angels of Belle Meade.
We’ll be coming for you.
READ AN EXCERPT FROM ANGELS OF BELLE MEADE
One of the windows looks out over Belle Meade. Every landmark is easy to spot from this vantage point. Main Street lined with cars. Shoppers buzzing in and out of stores. City Hall packed with business suits.
Across from us is a telescope. When I move toward it, Edric blocks my path. I place my hand low on his stomach and stand on my tiptoes, knowing it will distract him.
“Let me take a peek, Edric.” My lips feather his skin.
“Be my guest.” He moves out of my way, and I walk past him, breathing in a lungful of air scented with his cologne. The cedarwood isn’t too strong but enough to grab my attention.
I place my eye up to the eyepiece and gasp. I jerk back, only to return for another look.
“It’s on my house.”
“It’s not what you think.” He wrings his hands together, but guilt doesn’t fall from his face like I half-expect.
“Why?”
“Why, what?”
“Why is your telescope pointed at the Mayor’s Manor? Specifically, why is it pointed at my bedroom window?”
“Curiosity.” He releases a long, annoyed breath.
“You’re a Peeping Tom.” A deep scowl creases my forehead. Edric’s been watching me.
“Call it whatever you want, Lennox. I wanted to look at you, so I did.” He runs his thumb over his bottom lip and smirks.
The news should scare me. His viewing me in secret doesn’t elicit fear, though, and I’m not sure why. I want him to watch me, to see me. Maybe he’ll be the first person who finally does, even if it is in the creepiest way possible.
On the other hand, it’s an invasion of my privacy. “What have you seen?” I ask, because even though I shouldn’t get giddy from the idea, a thrill runs through me.
“Just a girl, who sometimes seems to struggle with who she is. So, she writes in her journal a lot, because it’s the only place she can tell her true fears and desires.” He shakes his head. Is he fearful of what he’ll say next? “I’d give anything to know the secrets you whisper into those pages, Lennox.”
One of the windows looks out over Belle Meade. Every landmark is easy to spot from this vantage point. Main Street lined with cars. Shoppers buzzing in and out of stores. City Hall packed with business suits.
Across from us is a telescope. When I move toward it, Edric blocks my path. I place my hand low on his stomach and stand on my tiptoes, knowing it will distract him.
“Let me take a peek, Edric.” My lips feather his skin.
“Be my guest.” He moves out of my way, and I walk past him, breathing in a lungful of air scented with his cologne. The cedarwood isn’t too strong but enough to grab my attention.
I place my eye up to the eyepiece and gasp. I jerk back, only to return for another look.
“It’s on my house.”
“It’s not what you think.” He wrings his hands together, but guilt doesn’t fall from his face like I half-expect.
“Why?”
“Why, what?”
“Why is your telescope pointed at the Mayor’s Manor? Specifically, why is it pointed at my bedroom window?”
“Curiosity.” He releases a long, annoyed breath.
“You’re a Peeping Tom.” A deep scowl creases my forehead. Edric’s been watching me.
“Call it whatever you want, Lennox. I wanted to look at you, so I did.” He runs his thumb over his bottom lip and smirks.
The news should scare me. His viewing me in secret doesn’t elicit fear, though, and I’m not sure why. I want him to watch me, to see me. Maybe he’ll be the first person who finally does, even if it is in the creepiest way possible.
On the other hand, it’s an invasion of my privacy. “What have you seen?” I ask, because even though I shouldn’t get giddy from the idea, a thrill runs through me.
“Just a girl, who sometimes seems to struggle with who she is. So, she writes in her journal a lot, because it’s the only place she can tell her true fears and desires.” He shakes his head. Is he fearful of what he’ll say next? “I’d give anything to know the secrets you whisper into those pages, Lennox.”
Author Bio:
Lindsey Iler has had her feet planted in the state of Michigan since she was born and she still lives there with her husband and four kids.
When she’s not writing, she’s spending time with family and friends, listening to music, reading (obviously), and hopefully just enjoying every moment in life. She has a twisted sense of humor and tends to speak honestly.
Lindsey writes mature young adult/new adult contemporary romance. She falls in love with every character that pops into her head and is notorious for writing long chapters in her notes on her iPhone. It's embarrassing how many started/unfinished projects are on that thing. She finds inspiration from music and the people around her.
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