Nese Ellyson lives in a small town in rural Ohio with her own Prince Charming, two boys, and a cat they rescued. She’s an avid fan of romance, particularly when it has a suspense element. She’s always brimming with ideas and loves getting her thoughts down on paper. She’s active in house renovating and loves to hear from her readers. You can find her on face book at http://www.facebook.com/nese.ellyson and on twitter at https://twitter.com/NeseDenise
Here is a blurb of Darke Heat:
DEA Agent Bryce Prescott is back in Darke County to ask beautiful Page Conner for another one of her specially trained dogs so he can catch a drug lord who likes explosives. The only problem is, the last dog he borrowed ended up pregnant.
Page is none too pleased to have Bryce coming back around. She still carries a grudge from him walking out on her when he thought she couldn’t handle his profession. He took her dog, Sheba, with him and that has her seeing red; but when a dead body is found on her property she needs his help.
Someone is out to get her and they have no choice but to team up and catch some killers.
Want some more? Here you go! An excerpt of Darke Heat:
Bryce sat in a dark corner of the biker bar, watching the occupants from his table. He tried to stretch his leg to work out some of the stiffness. The gunshot wound on his right thigh was healing, but the muscle stiffened up on him when he sat too long.
He noticed a group of gang bangers at one table getting pretty rowdy, but they weren’t the group he was looking for. A couple of them sported some prison tats, just not the right one. These were just another group of bottom feeders.
The waitress was wearing a sweater with the insignia of a local college, which reminded him of Paige. She was fresh-faced with auburn hair—way too preppy to be in a seedy roadhouse dive serving this bunch. Bryce watched as she went over to hand the rowdy group a round of shots, while continuing to watch the door and nurse his whiskey.
His gaze took in the skinhead with the prison tats as he grabbed the waitress and wouldn’t let her get up off his lap. She was resisting for real. It took Bryce only a second to realize the girl was in serious danger, and since no one was going to try to get the guy to let her go, he made the decision to intervene on the girl’s behalf. Like Paige, the waitress was too sweet and innocent to realize she was in danger until it was right on top of her.
Yep, it was that same impulsive chivalry that had got him the nice twenty-two slug in his thigh. He threw back the whiskey and strode over to the table where the girl was struggling in earnest. “Let her go.”
“Butt out of it,” the bald guy said over his shoulder.
“No can do. Let her go…now.” The threat in Bryce’s voice was cold and meant business, but the bald guy wasn’t letting go. Instead, he turned and looked Bryce over then gave some kind of head signal to the guys around the table. He shoved the girl at one of them and stood.
“I said butt out.” He took a swing at Bryce to emphasize his words.
Bryce ducked at the last moment and did a round house punch that snapped the guy’s head back. The man grabbed the table and spit out a tooth with blood.
“I’d say you won,” Bryce said while watching the other men at the table.
“What did he win?” the one holding the girl asked.
“Why, the spitting contest of course. He was the first one to spit out a tooth, so he won fair and square. Anyone care to try the pissing contest?” he asked in a flat tone.
All heads shook in the negative. They sat up straighter and closed their legs.
“That’s what I thought. Now let the waitress get back to her job. And you all be sure to tip her real good on your way out.”
The big, bald guy was still seeing stars if Bryce had to guess. His friends were pushing chairs back to leave, not wanting a whole lot to do with Bryce. Pretty wimpy if they weren’t willing to take him on. There were six of them, not counting baldy.
Something behind him was holding their attention now. A couple of them dropped some Lincolns on the table and bolted. Bryce spun around and saw the real reason for their hesitancy to fight. A big man with a sawed off shotgun was standing behind him.
Damn, he was losing his touch, if a man-bear could get the drop on him without so much as an inkling that he was in the cross hairs. Bryce sized up the man with the shotgun; stared him down. The guy eventually lowered the gun out of harms’ way.
“Hello, I’m Bryce Prescott,” he said. He held out his hand to shake, but wasn’t sure if it was the wisest move.
I’ve had the pleasure of beta reading this book and I absolutely loved it! My review is coming soon, but meanwhile you can get a copy of your own here!