Friday, May 22, 2020

Double Cross Series Tour and Giveaway



Crossroads 
Double Cross Series Book 1 
by P. Sawyer 
Genre: Romance 


Everyone finds themselves at a crossroads in their life. 

Caleb Cross is not your typical front man. His is not the bad boy, partying, love ‘em and leave ‘em persona, although his public image states otherwise. Being the lead singer of the popular rock band, Double Cross, there are a lot of things the fans and the public do not know about Caleb. Sure, he likes to have a little fun now and again, but after a publicity stunt goes wrong, he is determined to shed the ultra-bad boy image. 

Katherine "Kat" Summers is not a typical woman. Not a girl who gets star struck or easily impressed, Kat is content with being herself and who she is. When Kat's company is hired by Caleb Cross to rebrand him, she finds herself re-evaluating everything she knows about herself and about her life. Trying to maintain who she is against what she begins to desire, proves to be difficult for her. 

For Caleb, hiring a new publicist to help reshape his image was the easy part. What he didn’t count on was being reunited with the one girl that made him question everything about himself. He’s forced to confront himself once more, in order to learn what he truly wants, and who he truly is. 

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“Penny for your thoughts?” the sweet angelic voice broke through. 

I smiled and took a sip of my beer. “You’d need more than a penny. Hey, can I ask you a question?”

She was wiping down the bar again, and stopped to turn to me. “Sure, I guess.”

“Why didn’t you go all fan girl on me? Maul me?”

“Not my style. No offense, but the whole rock star thing doesn’t impress me.” She shrugged her shoulders again, in a matter of fact way. 

“Ouch. Please don’t hide your disgust.” I held up my hands in surrender, and laughed.

“See, you took it the wrong way. I just meant that I’ve dealt with numerous celebrities, and let’s say that whole persona thing doesn’t impress me. I am content being who I am, and I don’t have to throw myself at them.” She stopped cleaning the bar and looked me in the face. “I spend so much time watching people clean up their messes, that I am more disgusted than impressed. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to offend.”

“None taken. I am sitting in a bar on the outskirts of Raleigh, drowning my sorrows in a few pints.” I offered her the glass in salute.

I watched as she turned to the rows of liquor behind her and grabbed a bottle of Jose. She placed two shot glasses on the bar, and poured us each a shot. “Here’s to us.” She clinked the glasses together, and downed her shot. I followed suit, feeling the burn of the tequila sliding down my throat. Even after years of drinking the shit, I still wasn’t used to it. 

“Here’s to us,” I replied, as she poured us another shot. “Now, go easy. I still have to get back to the hotel.”

“You’ve had three pints since I’ve been here, and, according to your tab, three before that. I don’t think you should really drive, do you?”

“Unless you have another option, I’ll have to ride back to the hotel.” I watched her mind churn, as she debated that last sentence. Even though I could be fucking any one of the blondes that were backstage last night, here I was, hoping that she would give in for one night, that she would let me break that shield, help me break mine. Damn it, this girl was something.

She leaned in toward me, over the bar. “Not in your wildest dreams, rock boy.” 

I shook my head and laughed. It would have been so easy to have anyone, anyone but her. She bounced away again, to the other end of the counter. I was surprised that the bar wasn’t busier, it being close to midnight. I finished my beer, and threw a hundred dollar bill on the bar. That should cover the tab, and leave her a big tip. I got up and headed toward the door. 

“Mr. Anderson?” she called from the other side of the bar. I turned to look at her, my hand on the knob of the door. “Good night.” 

“Good night,” I responded, laughing to myself. Why the fuck didn’t I fight harder for her, seduce her more? I guess I had become a pussy. 



Crossover 
Double Cross Series Book 2 


Secrets Can Destroy. Can they overcome theirs?

Faith Maguire has spent the last six years traveling the world running from her past and the secret she hides. After finding her fiancé cheating on her in Milan, Faith heads home to Fuquay Varina, NC. Faith plans to lick her wounds and take some time off until she is offered a position documenting the upcoming tour for Double Cross.

Gabe Cross has spent the last six years trying to forget the girl that broke his heart. As Gabe prepares for another three months on tour, he’s ready to do whatever he needs to do to keep the hurt and pain buried in women and booze. The plan was concrete until she shows up on tour.

Faced to confront the hurt and pain six years forgot-Gabe and Faith must learn how to move on from their pasts in order to have a future, but will their secrets prevent them from having their second chance? 

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Crossfire 
Double Cross Series Book 3 


Reese

I’ve known him half my life and I’ve spent half my life fighting my feelings for him. Our relationship isn’t typical nor is it normal; it’s just us. He knows every crevice of me; my likes, my hates, my needs, my quirks. I don’t know what changed but nothing is the same as it was. The closer I fly towards the fire, the more I fear I’ll get burned.

Jax

I took her virginity and we’ve been inseparable since. Best friends for over seventeen years, she’s seen me at my best, at my worst and everywhere in between. The primal need that fills me deep inside to protect her, to claim her is getting more and more difficult to ignore. When did friendship morph into something more? Or were the lines always this blurred?

When our pasts finally collide with the present, how do we survive the crossfire? 

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Reese shook her head and grabbed a bag that was on the bed. “Can you tell me what is going on between us, Jax?” 

‘Baby girl, I wish I knew.” It was all I could offer her. I still didn’t know what it was, or when it had changed. I hadn’t lied. I wasn’t interested in anyone else. A strange feeling, even for me, but since this tour had started, I hadn’t wanted an easy piece of ass. I wanted Reese, and only Reese. 

“Let’s go, Jax.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door. This was going to be an interesting day, if I didn’t say so myself. 

We took the elevator to the ground level and walked out to the pool area. I immediately dodged anyone looking in our direction. We hit the grainy sand, and I found one of the hotel staff. 

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, sir. How can I help you?”

“We would like a private cabana, please,” I said. “And if you can keep it private, I’ll add another $200 to your tip when we are done.”

His eyes lit up as he nodded quickly. “Yes, sir. Right away.”

Reese turned to me and smiled. “You always get your way, huh?”

I shrugged. “Most of the time.” 

Reese laughed as the hotel staffer returned. “Please follow me. I found you one with the double lounger, and the drapes that you can pull around it.”

“Sounds perfect.” I handed him two hundred dollar bills. “After you,” I motioned to Reese, who stepped in front of me and followed the man. 

The little cabana was similar to a few of the ones set up around the grounds of the hotel pools. Reese placed her bag in the middle of loungers and pulled off her shorts. The tattoo that encircled her lower torso was visible, and I watched as she pulled out the tanning oil.

“Need help?” I asked, taking the bottle from her. I didn’t give her much of a chance to say no.

“I guess. Get me good.”

“You don’t know how good I want to get you right now,” I said, squeezing the oil into my palms and rubbing them together before placing them on her back. I massaged the oil into her skin, over her shoulders, and down her torso. She turned slightly toward me, and I added a little to the cleavage that stared me in the face. 

“Lay back,” I said, applying more liquid to my hands before I ran them over her abdomen and down the length of her right leg. I repeated the process on her left leg, before I stopping inches from her core. I shifted my seat so that she was not in anyone’s line of vision, and snuck my finger under the fabric triangle. 

“Jax…” she moaned as my finger slipped between her folds and up to her clit. 

“Shhh, baby girl,” I mumbled back as my finger circled the area around her hot nub. “You don’t want anyone knowing what we’re doing in here.” 

The last thing we needed was a photo or video up on TMZ or something. With that thought, I pulled my fingers down her pussy and away from her skin, fixing her bikini bottom.

“You’re an ass,” she growled as I laughed and sat next to her in the lounger.

“Well, now you know how I felt when I saw you standing in that in your room,” I said, gesturing toward her bikini. “Don’t worry, Reese, I’ll make up for it later.”

“In your dreams.” 

“I don’t need dreams, you’re right here.” 

I heard her gasp quietly, and wondered myself where the hell that had come from. Fuck, I was becoming a pussy sap myself! I laid back and watched the beachgoers out in front of us. The waiter came over a few minutes later and I ordered a beer, and water for Reese. She only drank occasionally. She came from a past of alcohol abuse, and didn’t want to become entangled with that life. Add into the mix the shit I’d put her through with my addiction, and I could see why she was as much of a straight edge as she was. 

Reese shuffled in her lounger as she turned herself onto her stomach to sun her back. “You know that I’m still aggravated with you, right?” 

I chuckled. “Not as much as I am with you. My balls have been a royal shade of blue lately.”

“I don’t think I can trust that statement.”

“Why not? Don’t believe me that your body is all I tend to think about lately?”

She huffed. “Exactly, Jax. I’m sure the girls are all over you.”

“Might be, but you know where I am most of the time. Don’t forget who I spend most of my time with.” I shrugged as Reese let out a sigh.

“Why is this getting complicated now?” 

“It’s been complicated for a while, we just didn’t allow ourselves to realize it.” 

“What is it that you want, Jax? I know you’re not one for relationships. Not since bitchface. I don’t want to be just another piece of ass.” She sounded defeated, and a part of me broke.

“You’re not just another piece of ass.” It was all I could offer. I’d never been one to explain my feelings or, hell, even verbalize them. 




P. Sawyer is a romance author that loves to read as much as she loves to write! Fascinated with bringing the "real" version of love to readers, P. strives to show how mess love can be and how happily ever afters aren't always what they seem.

P. grew up in New England and currently lives with her husband, two children and dog in CT. When she is not creating less than perfect love stories, she can be found reading or watching Hockey. 




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