Stirred by Nancy S. Thompson **Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway**


Stirred Synopsis:

I’m Eden MacLaird, and Fate screwed me good at the age of twenty-one, stole my first love, then my first child. Twenty years later, I still haven't found my happily-ever-after. Sure, from the outside, I have it all, including Declan, my gorgeous, rich-as-sin husband. But things aren't what they seem, and catching Declan in bed with my best friend destroys any dreams I harbor for love, much less sexual fulfillment.

Then in walks Sean Bennett...

Just months away from earning his post-graduate law degree, Sean's smart, driven, and serious, but an unexpected encounter between us in a bar one night changes everything. His best friend, Trinitee, warns against getting too involved, but the heat between us is beyond intense, and neither of us are willing to walk away.

With my marriage in shambles, I'm eager to make a go of it with Sean, despite our sixteen-year age difference. But while I relish my sexual reawakening, I fear giving up the posh life I've grown accustomed to. That life, however, and everything in it, comes crashing down as bodies start piling up around us, and all clues point to me and Sean.

Secrets, betrayal, and revenge threaten to destroy not just my carefully-crafted reputation, but my very life. With our freedom at stake, Sean and I join forces to uncover those plotting against us. But as doubt and evidence mount, I must choose: give in to my suspicions and save myself, or trust our new-found love and save us both.


Excerpt:

Sean snorted. “I don’t get it, Eden. What did you ever see in your husband? I mean, with all that kinky bondage shit, he just doesn’t seem your type. So why’d you marry him?”
I sighed with the weight of that question. “Well…he saved me. When I lost the love of my life, Declan saved me.”
“I’m sorry, what? The love of your life? What the hell are you talking about?” Sean asked with a tightness in his jaw and a possessive glint in his eye. 
“Jacob. We met in college. He was my…everything,” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “But then he died. And Declan was all I had left. He picked up the pieces and put me back together.”
Talking about Jacob—saying his name out loud, something I never did—nearly crippled me with grief. But this conversation was long overdue, so I took Sean’s hand and led him to the top of the stairs, where I sat us both down and told him all there was to know about Jacob, Ivy, Aurelia, and Declan. When I was finished, Sean just sat there on the landing, his feet on the first step with his elbows on his knees and his hands tightly fisted as he stared down the railing to the foyer below. He was so quiet, so still, as if he didn’t trust himself to do or say anything.
“You know,” I said to break the tension, “you remind me a lot of Jacob.” 
I pulled out my phone and scrolled to an old photograph of Jacob I’d scanned a while back. I realized then I hadn’t looked at it since meeting Sean. I stroked a thumb over Jacob’s familiar face before tilting it so Sean could see. He studied it for a long moment, then turned to face me, his eyes soft but hesitant. 
I nudged his body with mine. “It’s why I kissed you in the men’s room that first night. I remember thinking it was like Jacob had swooped down from heaven, right into your body. And I was so pulled to you. Gravity, just like you said.”
One side of Sean’s mouth pulled upward. “Yeah, ‘cept you were being pulled to Jacob. Not me.”
I grabbed Sean’s fisted hands. “No, not true. That’s not what I meant at all.”
“What did you mean then?”
I leaned my head against his shoulder. “That what you did, saving me from that guy, it stirred something within me, reminded me of who I used to be. And when I looked into your eyes, I saw her again, that girl I once was, and I realized how much I missed her, and how much I resented Declan for wearing her down until there was nothing left. You are my resurrection, Sean. I’m reborn because of you.” I lifted my head and smiled at him.
He grinned right back. “All that in a kiss, huh?”
I nodded. “All that,” I replied and pressed my lips to his.

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Nancy S. Thompson Bio:


Nancy is a California transplant currently living in Seattle, Washington with her husband of 23 years, their son, a student at Seattle University, their giant snow dog, Jack, and his kitty, Skye. She works as a freelance editor for her publisher and writer friends and also has her own interior design business within the model home merchandising industry. When she's not writing or editing, Nancy keeps herself busy by cooking and baking.

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