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PUBLISHER: LACHESIS PUBLISHING http://www.lachesispublishing.com/proddetail.asp?prod=DeadlySecrets

OCTOBER IS BREAST CANCER AWARENESS MONTH:

DEADLY SECRETS is an official sponsor for the American Breast Cancer Foundation (ABCF). Proceeds from the sale of this title go to the ABCF. Ms Burke is also donating 100% of her royalties to Breast Cancer research.

REVIEWS:

“Burke pens a first-class novel that will keep readers on the edge of their seats until the end with its many plot twists. Not only is the mystery aspect of this story well-written, the romance is equally interesting. If all this isn’t enough to make you want to buy this read, Burke and the publisher are donating proceeds to the American Breast Cancer Foundation. Brava!” ~ Romantic Times

WATCH THE BOOK TRAILER: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jYxWzA_vXqw

READ AN EXCERPT: http://www.leeannburke.com/books.html

SYNOPSIS:

PHILIPPE LAFRANCE is a well known reclusive writer whose life is suddenly thrown upside down. The grandfather he never knew existed dies. Throughout his own investigation, Philippe learns that his family has kept secrets from him, deep, ugly secrets. A killer is murdering the men in his family. First his father then his grandfather have succumbed at the hands of another. This murderer is trying his utmost to keep secrets buried.

Bereft, ROXANNE ST. CLAIR is left to manage a restaurant when the only person who ever mattered to her, her foster parent and mentor, is murdered. She puts her life on hold to find his killer and bring him to justice.

Thrown together by circumstance and a mutual goal, Philippe and Roxanne fight their attraction and team up to find the killer, bring him to justice and unearth the truth. To stay alive, they must keep one step ahead of the assassin in order to prevent him from killing his next target, Philippe. Will they succeed in bringing to justice this killer before Philippe becomes his next victim? Will they be able to deal with the truth behind all the secrets?

AUTHOR BIO:

At the age of 12 Leeann put pen to paper and created stories. She finished her first and only short story within weeks. She kept on writing throughout high school, university and her first few dead end jobs. To this day she still has a pen and paper handy.

After 22 years of writing she finally got “the call”. The owner of LBF Books called to let me know she wanted to purchase DEADLY SECRETS. Her dream was finally coming true. She decided to give her dream more purpose by donating funds to the American Breast Cancer Foundation (ABCF) and to a Canadian organization that does Breast Cancer Research. DEADLY SECRETS is also a proud sponsor for ABCF.

CONNECT WITH LEEANN ONLINE:

@leeanburke on Twitter

http://www.leeannburke.com/

SNEAK PEEK:

In a secluded corner of the Rock Heaven restaurant, Philippe brooded. He struggled with the notion that so many people had expressed their sympathy for a man he never knew existed until his death. He checked the room, once again seeking the long dark brown curls and slim figure of Roxanne St-Clair.

He braced himself when he noticed her. She was heading his way and her ankle length black dress accentuating her slim waist.

She switched her cola to her other hand and extended her hand. “I’m Roxanne St-Clair.”

Despite noticing anger in her eyes, he shook her hand. He wondered how her soft hands would feel caressing the rest of his body. Philippe mentally shook himself. “Philippe Lafrance, but you already know that.” To his annoyance, silently she settled in the seat beside him and toyed with the straw in her drink.

Finally, she shrugged, “I didn’t know George had a grandson. Imagine my surprise when his lawyer told us the news a few days ago.”

Her comment hit a sore point. He averted his gaze. Past experience taught him raw emotions left a person vulnerable. It was the last thing he wanted this woman to pick up on, his vulnerability. Anger he could deal with, but sympathy infuriated him. He’d already spotted it on her face. If she knew how much he hurt…

Philippe drained the last of his beer. “That makes two of us.”

Her eyes widened in shock at the news, only to shrink into small slits. Sharp as a whip, she’d picked up on his sarcasm.

“I have a hard time believing that,” said Roxanne harshly.

“This will come as a surprise, but I really don’t care what you or anyone else believes.” He met her glare with one of his own. “So what was the bastard really like?”

He winced at her sudden sharp intake of breath and instantly regretted the slip. Her eyes darkened to a deep hazel. His words now lay between them like a heavy cloth ready to smother them both.

“Don’t you dare speak of George like that. You have no right to criticize him, especially on the day we buried him.”