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I’ve been a little busy, and so thought I’d give you some little sweet tidbits over the next few days. Those of you who know me know that I like to help out fellow writers. I’ve been helped by great writers and it’s always a good idea to turn around and do the same for others.

Jennifer has been a friend of mine now for I think going on 3 years. We’re finally doing an anthology together called SEALs of Summer.

Jennifer has a new cover for a book that is racking up the charts. Hope you’ll give her a listen and and buy what sounds like a great book. So, I introduce you to Jennifer Lowery.

Murphy’s Law
touched a deep part of me. For many reasons. Mostly, because the heroine, Sara,
had to face one of my biggest fears. Overcoming this fear was hard for her and
Murphy was there to help her through it, but not without being forced to face
his own demons. It was quite a journey for the two of them. For all of us. I
didn’t come out of it unaffected. I think writers face their own fears and
hurts and needs when they write, even if they don’t realize it. Writing is
therapeutic. And I love it even when I’m putting my characters through the
ringer. I once read that you should put your characters in a tree and throw
rocks at them. It’s a play off a formulation for a movie script, I believe. And
excellent advice to add conflict and tension to your writing.
Well, Murphy and
Sara certainly had a lot of rocks thrown at them, but they weren’t physical
rocks. Many of them were emotional. And for an Army Ranger, those emotions were
better pushed down deep. Not that Sara would let Murphy push her away J
I hope you enjoy
Murphy and Sara’s journey as much as I did writing it because this is the story
of my heart and I am so happy to be sharing it with you.
Law/Romantic Suspense  
Tagline: He lost his family. She gave them back
to him.
Home is the last place Jon
Murphy can go. After being held captive in Azbakastan, he returns to the States
only to find he can’t face his mom and sisters with what he did while he was a
prisoner, so he retreats to the mountains.
Widow Sara Sheldon has made a
lifetime of mistakes and is now running scared from her husband’s powerful
family, who are determined to take her daughter away from her. When her little
girl goes missing in the Rockies, Sara enlists the only help she can find: a
gruff recluse with tracking skills to admire and a body to covet.
A storm strands Sara and her
daughter at Murphy’s cabin, leaving her no choice but to hope her in-laws don’t
catch up while she plans where to run next. Murphy resents the invasion of his
privacy, but can’t seem to keep his mind–or his hands–off Sara. How can she
stand to look at him, with all his scars? He’s not nearly as honorable as she
might think…only enough to make sure she’s safe, and then he’ll go back to
being alone, the way he should be.
WARNING: Sexual content                         
Murphy’s Law: Previously
published by Lyrical Press in 2013
**Murphy’s Law was a 2006
Golden Heart Finalist**

Copyright © 2014, Jennifer

Murphy sat at the kitchen table, half in the shadows
created by the soft light glowing above the stove, hair tousled from sleep.
Naked to the waist. A bottle of amber liquid sat in front of him, an empty
glass in his hand. Her gaze landed on his muscled shoulders and trailed across
his tanned chest. So much for getting him out of her mind. Now she had the real
thing to dream about. Looking at the dark hairs that veed down his chest and
disappeared behind the table, she decided he’d been right. He was a dangerous
She tore her gaze away from temptation and looked at the granite
lines of his face. Beneath the hardness of his expression, something haunting
lingered. Drawn, she circled the table to the opposite end.
Murphy met her eyes with coldness that should have sent her
running for the safety of her room, but she remained standing in place. He
wanted to chase her away. This time she wasn’t running.
“Mind if I join you?” She grabbed a glass and from the cupboard
and reached over his shoulder for the bottle.
His hand snaked out and wrapped around hers, preventing her from
pouring a drink.
“I mind,” he growled.
“Well, get over it. I need a drink.”
Scowling, he let go of her hand and allowed her to pour a glass
for herself. She refilled his glass next, set the bottle on the table, moved to
the chair beside him and sat, lifting her glass.
“Cheers.” She brought the glass to her lips. His gaze as she
drained the glass made her fight the urge to cough as the fiery liquid burned
its way down her throat. Seconds later she felt the familiar warming sensation
as it numbed her insides. Her eyes filled with tears. She blinked them away and
reached for the bottle.
Murphy held it away from her. “What are you doing?”
“Having a drink. I’m not in the mood for warm milk tonight.”
His eyes darkened and narrowed. “You don’t strike me as the
drinking type.”
She wasn’t, but tonight it sounded good. Maybe it would soothe
away her problems and make her forget how screwed-up her life was. Talking
about Kent earlier had brought back painful memories. She didn’t want to feel
that misery anymore.
“Maybe you don’t know my type,” she said.
He studied her closely for a moment before rubbing a hand over
his face. “Go back to bed, Sara. Sleep it off.”
“I don’t want to sleep it off. I’m tired of thinking about it.”
Maybe it was the whisky, or his naked chest, or the part of her
that had been dormant for six years coming back to life. More than anything she
wanted to discover it with Murphy, her strong, scarred hero.
She rose to her feet. He watched warily as she stepped in front
of him and positioned herself between him and the table. He leaned back in his
chair and sent her a thunderous look.
“You and I are alike in many ways, Murphy,” she said softly.
“We’ve both lost pieces of ourselves we can’t ever get back and it has forced
us into a life of loneliness and solitude. I don’t know about you, but I’m
tired of being alone.”
He pinned her with a hard glare. “I’m not what you want. Go back
to your room before I do something we’ll both regret in the morning.”
His harshly spoken words sent little electrical shocks through
her body.
“I’m tired of people telling me what I want.”
Author Bio:
Jennifer Lowery grew up reading romance novels in the back
of her math book and on the bus to school, and never wanted to be anything but
a writer.  Her summers were spent sitting
at the kitchen table with her sisters spinning tales of romance and intrigue
and always with a tall glass of ice tea at their side. 
Today, Jennifer is living that
dream and she couldn’t be happier to share her passion with her readers.  She loves everything there is about
romance.  Her stories feature alpha heroes
who meet their match with strong, independent heroines.  She believes that happily ever after is only
the beginning of her stories. And the road to that happy ending is paved with
action, adventure, and romance. As her characters find out when they face
danger, overcome fears, and are forced to look deep within themselves to
discover love.  
 Jennifer lives in Michigan with her husband
and two children.  When she isn’t writing
she enjoys reading and spending time with her family. 
This is what people are saying about Murphy’s Law:
highly recommend this book to anyone who enjoys Cindy Gerard, Tara Janzen, or
Cherry Adair series. Each of these writers have the same flavor with a secret
ingredient in their stories as does Jennifer Lowery. Great story!
– hmhibbit, Open Book Society on Murphy’s Law
Find Jennifer:
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Buy Murphy’s Law:

for the low price of $3.99!!!

THANKS, Jennifer. I enjoyed telling my fans about you and your wonderful books. 


This Post Has 19 Comments

  1. Thank you so much for having me today, Sharon! I'm so happy to be here! And thank you for that wonderful introduction, it almost brought me to tears 🙂 Your blog is fabulous-all these hotties surrounding me!

  2. Having read all of Jennifer's books, I can say – they are AWESOME. I read – as a beta – her story that's included in the Seals of Summer anthology – it's fast paced, romantic, funny – I still smile remembering his fascination with colours of underwear.

  3. I cannot wait to read this.
    I need to find a time warp where I can read and not lose hours doing so.
    The only time warps I've discovered so far EAT time. (Twitter & Email checking.)

    While I loved the old cover, I love this one even more. It also has more relevance to the story. I will find time to read this. I must!

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