RB: On Sale! A Woman Lost by T.B. Markinson

“I just could not stop reading!”

“A brilliant contemporary romance.”

“Moving, Intense, Inspirational Love Story.”

“Now that’s how a new author makes an impression!”

Elizabeth “Lizzie” Petrie has it all. She’s rich, beautiful, intelligent, and successful. None of this matters to her mom. Les-Bi-An. That’s all her mom sees.

Even though Lizzie insists her mom’s antagonism does not bother her, Lizzie distances herself from her entire family. When her brother, Peter, calls her out of the blue to announce he’s getting married, Lizzie’s entire life changes drastically. Peter’s fiancée wants to bring the lesbian outcast back into the family. Will this desire cause Lizzie to lose everything dear to her?

Sarah, Lizzie’s girlfriend, is ecstatic about this change in Lizzie’s personal life. Sarah, the hopeless romantic, wants it all, including settling down with the fiercely independent Lizzie.

Can Lizzie be tamed? And can she survive her family and all of their secrets?

 

A Woman Lost is on sale for only $.99 until June 11. Don’t miss out on getting this great novel at a great cost. 

 

Buy Links

Amazon (US): http://www.amazon.com/Woman-Lost-T-B-Markinson-ebook/dp/B00DUCUVXQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1401717116&sr=8-1&keywords=a+woman+lost

Amazon (UK): http://www.amazon.co.uk/A-Woman-Lost-ebook/dp/B00DUCUVXQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1378288449&sr=8-1&keywords=a+woman+lost

 

About the Author

T. B. Markinson is a 40-year old American writer, living in England, who pledged she would publish before she was 35. Better late than never. When she isn’t writing, she’s traveling the world, watching sports on the telly, visiting pubs in England, or taking the dog for a walk. Not necessarily in that order. A Woman Lost is her debut novel.

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18177766-a-woman-lost

My Blog: http://tbmarkinson.wordpress.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/50YearProject

 

Try it before you buy it, read an excerpt

“Hello.”

“I’m getting married.”

“What?”

“I’m getting married.”

“Peter, it’s”—I rolled over in bed and looked at the clock—“five in the morning, on a Sunday. I’m not in the mood for a prank.” My entire body ached; I’d been awake most of the night.

“It’s not a prank, Elizabeth. I am getting married.”

I sat up in bed.

“We’re flying in next week to have dinner with Mom and Dad. She wants you to join us.”

“What?” I rubbed my eyes, wondering if I was dreaming. My brother and I were not close in any way. I didn’t even know he had my home phone number. Was my number listed? And I was shocked that he’d admitted to his bride-to-be that he had a sister.

“Madeline wants to meet you. Oh, and bring Meg.” He sounded upbeat. It was four in the morning in California, an hour later here in Colorado.

“We broke up.” I tried to keep my voice calm and quiet.

“Oh, my gosh. When did that happen?”

“Two years ago.”

A long, awkward silence followed.

“Oh … wow … that’s too bad. Well, is there someone else?”

I wanted to tell him that girls, let alone love, just didn’t fall from the sky. Instead, I looked over at the naked woman in my bed and chuckled. Well, maybe girls did fall from the sky. Good grief, she could sleep through anything. She always said her mom was intentionally loud during naptime so she would be a sound sleeper; apparently, it worked.

“I’m not ready for that.” I didn’t mean I wasn’t ready to date. Obviously, there was a woman with me, but he didn’t know that on the other end of the phone. I meant I wasn’t ready to introduce anyone to my family … again.

“Hello.”

“I’m getting married.”

“What?”

“I’m getting married.”

“Peter, it’s”—I rolled over in bed and looked at the clock—“five in the morning, on a Sunday. I’m not in the mood for a prank.” My entire body ached; I’d been awake most of the night.

“It’s not a prank, Elizabeth. I am getting married.”

I sat up in bed.

“We’re flying in next week to have dinner with Mom and Dad. She wants you to join us.”

“What?” I rubbed my eyes, wondering if I was dreaming. My brother and I were not close in any way. I didn’t even know he had my home phone number. Was my number listed? And I was shocked that he’d admitted to his bride-to-be that he had a sister.

“Madeline wants to meet you. Oh, and bring Meg.” He sounded upbeat. It was four in the morning in California, an hour later here in Colorado.

“We broke up.” I tried to keep my voice calm and quiet.

“Oh, my gosh. When did that happen?”

“Two years ago.”

A long, awkward silence followed.

“Oh … wow … that’s too bad. Well, is there someone else?”

I wanted to tell him that girls, let alone love, just didn’t fall from the sky. Instead, I looked over at the naked woman in my bed and chuckled. Well, maybe girls did fall from the sky. Good grief, she could sleep through anything. She always said her mom was intentionally loud during naptime so she would be a sound sleeper; apparently, it worked.

“I’m not ready for that.” I didn’t mean I wasn’t ready to date. Obviously, there was a woman with me, but he didn’t know that on the other end of the phone. I meant I wasn’t ready to introduce anyone to my family … again.

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