Saturday, 26 October 2013


Yes, you've read it right. It's the 26th of October and The Groom by Elise Marion is available for purchase!


When Lyle Cummings is left standing at the altar on his wedding day, all of his carefully composed plans for the future come crashing down around him. The pragmatic doctor is left questioning his well-ordered existence and wondering if there isn't more to life than the achievements of wealth and career.

When he meets Katrina Giordano, a fiery lounge singer with more passion in her pinky finger than  he possesses in his entire body, his mundane life is turned upside down. In Katrina, he finds everything his life has been lacking. With her, he will learn that what he thought was love really wasn't at all.

But will Katrina's dark past threaten the happiness that Lyle has found after so much heartache? With her life, and now his, hanging in the balance, Lyle will find himself tested when it comes to how far he will go for love.


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Paperback release: November 26

Elise Marion is a lover of books and has a special place in her heart for sweet and sensual romance. Writing about love across all walks of life is her passion, as is reaching people through the written word. The Army wife and stay-at-home mother of two spends most of her time taking care of her children. Her second job includes writing stories about characters that people can fall in love with. When the Texas native isn’t caring for her family or writing, you can usually find her with her nose in a book, singing loudly, or cooking up something new in the kitchen.

Wednesday, 23 October 2013

Final Exclusive Tease - The Groom

Only 4 more days to go until the release of Elise Marion's latest novel, The Groom. One last teaser before publication. This time we hear from Kat.

 Teaser 3
Katrina carefully lowered her acoustic guitar into its pink, velvet-lined case and snapped it closed. She left the backstage area of Parson’s Bar and Grill and toted it to the bar, which was now winding down for the night. Only a handful of customers remained, which was good because she was exhausted and not really in the mood for schmoozing. While she appreciated that people were so enthusiastic about her singing and often wanted to tell her so face to face, Katrina was looking forward to one of Angie’s famous burgers.
“Great set tonight, Kat,” Angie said from behind the bar. She paused in the middle of wiping down the counter to slip an envelope into Katrina’s hand. “Don’t spend it all in one place.”
“Dana’s Shoe Emporium, here I come,” Katrina joked as she stuffed the envelope into her hobo-style handbag. She slung the purse onto a barstool next to her guitar case and accepted her dinner with a grateful sigh.
“Ang, you are so good to me, girl.”
Angie smiled but didn’t respond. She simply went back to wiping down the bar. Katrina dug into her burger as Jake, Angie’s husband, bouncer and co-owner of Parson’s, took a stool beside her. Jake leaned over the bar and kissed Angie before settling down to tally the receipts for the night.
Katrina had known the Parsons for years, and not only was their business arrangement solid, so was their marriage. Katrina didn’t have a lot of constants in her life, but the Parsons were definitely written on the pages of her existence with permanent ink.
 She and Angie had met in high school, connecting over their mutual love of music. The two didn’t have much else in common. Katrina had been wild and rebellious, Angie the straight-laced good girl. The daughter of a professor, Angie had been queen of the nerds, while Katrina was more likely to be found cutting class. The two had met in choir class after finding themselves seated together in the alto section. Their voices had harmonized beautifully, and from there they’d struck up conversations during class about their favorite artists—which had resulted in them both ending up in the principal’s office on numerous occasions. Katrina always joked that she had been the one to turn Angie into a bad girl.
When Katrina had joined a band looking for a guitar player and singer, she’d talked Angie into filling the vacant position of bass guitarist. Her father hadn’t approved, citing music as a “waste of time.” But Angie hadn’t cared, and the two had spent their senior year playing punk rock and experimenting with neon-colored highlights.
After graduation, Angie had done Katrina proud by shrugging off her father’s plans for her life, marrying a Marine and turning down a full scholarship to go to culinary school. All so they could follow their mutual dream of opening a bar and grill where live music could thrive. The moment she graduated and he finished his four-year commitment to the military, they’d settled down and opened the bar. For a while they’d lost contact, but when Katrina had needed a fresh start, Parson’s was where she’d turned up. Angie and Katrina had picked up where they left off as if their time apart had never happened.
 When they first asked Katrina to sing at Parson’s a few times a week, she’d done it on a lark. Always looking for something new and fun to do, she’d said yes, not knowing at the time she would become as much a part of Parson’s as the scratched bar top and the mini-skirt wearing waitresses.
She sipped her soda slowly and sighed, leaning against the back of her barstool. Jake looked up at her and smiled, an action that faded swiftly as his eyes connected with something over her shoulder. Katrina frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“Creepy guy. On your six.”
Goosebumps pimpled along her skin. She felt eyes on her now and dreaded turning around to find one of her father’s hired goons.
“Shit,” she whispered as she turned just enough to find the guy in her peripheral vision. Big, beefy, wearing a three-piece suit and tie . . . definitely the kind of brute her father would send after her.
“Want me to get rid of him?”
Katrina smiled and shook her head. Jake was a big bear of a man—his career as a Marine had sculpted his body into prime physical condition. Knowing what he did about Katrina’s background, he was just as protective of her as he was over his own wife. She stood and rubbed a hand over Jake’s scruffy, closely shaved hair.
“No, honey, I got this.”
Jake tensed as she stood, draining what was left of her soda. “Are you sure? You don’t have to put up with that crap if you don’t want to.”
Katrina shrugged. “If I don’t approach him, he’ll approach me. It’s better for me to just go and see what he wants.”
“Be careful.”
Waving off Jake’s warning, Katrina turned toward the hired lackey reclining against the cushioned seat of the booth he sat in alone. She calmly slid into the booth and met her stalker’s beady, dark eyes. She folded her hands neatly in front of her and got straight to the point.
“Why don’t we just get right down to business here, and you tell me what the hell he wants. After that, you can feel free to kiss my ass and leave.”
Unruffled, the suited goon adjusted his position in the booth and stared down his nose at her as he spoke in a deep, gravelly voice.
“Mr. Giordano wishes to meet with you at his home. I have a car out front waiting to take you there and bring you back here afterwards.”
Katrina arched one eyebrow and smirked coyly. “And I suppose if I don’t come with you, I’ll find you or one of your other mouth-breathing friends standing over me in my bed tonight.”
The goon chuckled. “You know we can do this the easy way or the hard way, Miss Giordano. Your father has insisted on your presence right away. If you won’t come quietly . . .” he trailed off and laughed again. “Well, you’ll come.”
Katrina knew that the threat wasn’t idle. “All right, I’ll go with you,” she said. “But keep your meat hooks off me.”
“You’re making a very wise decision, Miss Giordano,” he answered. “Come with me, please.”
Katrina snorted at his use of pleasantries but didn’t respond. She simply crossed back over to the bar, shot Jake and Angie a look that said “I’ll see you later, don’t worry” and followed the bumbling minion out into the warm summer night. He paused in the doorway, reaching into his jacket pocket and bringing out a pack of cigarettes.
“No smoking in the car,” she commanded imperiously. “I’m a goddamn singer, and I don’t need you stinking up my good, clean air with your toxic smoke.”
He glared at her but complied, shoving the pack back into his breast pocket. As they walked toward the sleek, black Mercedes idling at the curb, her eyes zeroed in on the figure of a man entering a cab.
Her eyes locked with his for a split second, and pity knifed through her as she recognized the emotion in his eyes as one she knew all too well.
This man looked like he’d just barely made it through a day from Hell. His black tuxedo was rumpled and unkempt, his bow tie undone and hanging around his neck. His white dress shirt was stained with flecks of what looked like blood and he was sporting some pretty bruised-up knuckles. His dirty-blond hair was falling in heavy, straight locks over his forehead in tousled disarray and his eyes were bloodshot and watery. He gazed back at her for a split second before disappearing into the taxi that had pulled up next to him on the curb.
Snapping out of the trance that his haunted eyes had put her in, Katrina lifted her chin regally at her meathead escort and swept into the waiting car.
Release Date: October 26, 2013
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Thursday, 17 October 2013

The Groom - 2nd Exclusive Excerpt Tease

Only 1 more week to go until the release of The Groom by Elise Marion. Here is another excerpt to whet your appetite before it's available for purchase:

Teaser 2

“You should stick around,” she said warmly after he’d taken over with the ice. “We have live music on Saturdays.”
She placed another filled glass in front of him and Lyle took it, nodding his thanks and looking away, freeing the bartender to wait on her other customers. He took his time with this drink, the tentacles of the first two already reaching out through his body with warm intent. He hadn’t noticed much about his surroundings since arriving, but he took stock of them now as he drank.
The lighting was dim, which was good because if someone in the room knew him, Lyle didn’t want to have to deal with that. The pitying eyes of the bartender were one thing; the probing stares of people who were expecting to see him with a ring on his finger and a bride on his arm would be enough to make him want to go somewhere and splatter his brains across the wall. The bar was long, wrapping in a serpentine pattern around half of the room. At least three other bartenders worked the gathered patrons, who sipped beer and munched on peanuts while waiting for the music to start. Conversation filled the room in a dull buzz.
The other half of the room was filled with round, cloth-covered tables and wooden chairs. Waitresses bustled in and out of the crowd in short skirts and white tops, pens in their hair and comfortable shoes on their feet. Lyle’s stomach rolled and clenched with nausea at the smell of nachos and greasy hamburgers. He took another sip of scotch and sighed in relief at the feel of fire burning the nausea away. Just then, he didn’t care if he ever had another bite of food again in his life. If he could just crawl into the bottom of the liquor bottle and curl up in the fetal position, he could die somewhat happy . . . or, at least, numb.
Jutting out from the back wall was a stage hosting a microphone stand and a couple of speakers. A red velvet curtain separated the stage from whatever was going on backstage. Lyle tipped his glass back and stood, deciding that listening to some bartender’s sister’s band sing the blues was the last thing he wanted right now. Another drink, preferably in a quieter location, was just what he needed.
“Closing out the tab?” the bartender asked as he stood and dropped a few dollars in the tip glass. He nodded.
“Yes, thank you,” he said, holding up the makeshift ice pack. “Have a nice—”
Lyle’s sentence was cut off by a man’s voice. A burly bouncer in a tight black T-shirt was on stage, announcing the act for the night. He could barely hear him because of the catcalls and whistles coming from the audience. Every man in the room seemed to lean forward in anticipation as the curtains parted to reveal the figure of a woman holding a guitar. She walked forward with a bright smile, her skin bathed in the glow of the spotlight as she took a seat on the stool.
Lyle felt frozen in place as she strummed on her guitar and opened her mouth to sing. Her voice was like velvet, a purr that wrapped itself around him tightly and squeezed, flooding his insides with warmth and . . . something else—he wasn’t quite sure what. He felt himself moving, and somewhere in the back of his mind realized that he’d backed toward the stool he’d left seconds ago and was sitting down again. The bartender giggled as she slid another scotch across the bar toward him.
“I told you,” she said. “Katrina draws the biggest crowds we see all week. I’ll just keep that tab open for you.”
He nodded absently but had long lost his grip on what the bartender was saying to him. His gaze zeroed in on the woman behind the microphone. Her skin was the shade of smooth caramel, her eyes dark and fathomless and rimmed by a fan of dark, spiky lashes. Glitter sparkled on her eyelids and hair, which was a wild, curly, deep mahogany curtain spilling over her bare shoulders and back. It seemed like a breathing, living thing, that head full of hair, just begging for fingers to be run through it. It flowed from her scalp in wild spirals that cradled a heart-shaped face. Even from this distance, she was stunning. If Lyle had to sum her up using only one word, it would have been “luscious.” Everything about this woman was abundant and full, from her pouting lips to the thick cascade of her hair to the curves blossoming beneath her flowing, strapless, colorfully patterned dress. Gold jewelry winked in her ears and around her throat, as well as a matching thumb ring. A red heart was tattooed on the back of her hand, the black scrawl in the center illegible at this distance.
Everything about her soothed and calmed, from the sound of her alto voice, heavy and thick like maple syrup, to the serenity painted across her face as she sang, eyes closed, even, white teeth gleaming in the light from the stage as she smiled. Every man in the room was in her grasp, leaning forward, silent and still as death, enraptured by the siren and her song. Lyle was right there with them, ensnared, unable to move for the peace that flooded him at the sound of her voice.
When the first haunting melody had ended, she launched into the next and Lyle ordered another drink. When the friendly bartender served it, she slid a white business card across the bar to him and held out her hand, eyebrow raised. Lyle gratefully took the card for a taxi company and handed over his keys. He had come here to numb his pain, and the scotch was working along with the music to achieve that effect. Why ruin it by stopping his drinking binge to drive home? Lyle slipped the card into his pocket and leaned back against the bar, a good buzz working through his blood as the alcohol worked its anesthetic effects on his mind and heart.


Friday, 11 October 2013

An exclusive excerpt from "The Groom"

Leading up to the October 26 release of The Groom we will be posting exclusive 
excerpts from Chapter One.

Excerpt 1

“Rough day?”
Lyle Cummings glanced up from the surface of the gleaming bar top and into the eyes of the petite woman moving around behind it. She was holding a frosted beer mug in one hand and controlling the Miller Lite tap with the other. Sympathy flashed in her stare, causing Lyle to jerk his own gaze away as if stung. He didn’t want her sympathy. All he wanted was peace, and . . .
“Single malt scotch on the rocks with a twist.”
He knew that his request had come out more like a raspy, barked command but Lyle didn’t care. Today of all days, he had the right to act like a jackass.
An understanding nod followed, and the bartender quickly moved to fill his order. She sat the scotch in front of him and accepted his debit card.
“Would you like me to start a tab?” she asked as she swiped his card.
Hell yes. Today was also a day for getting drunk.
He wrapped his fingers around the perspiring glass and inspected the bruised knuckles of his free hand. Mottled splotches of blue, purple, and green marred his sun-bronzed skin, and swelling edged the bruise with a ring of deep red. Lyle’s fingers curled into his palm as he downed the scotch in a few long gulps, the fire racing through his gut elevating the adrenaline rush he felt at the thought of smashing Jack Thompson’s face in. A few drops of blood stained the cuff of his white dress shirt and the sight of it sent primal satisfaction through Lyle’s gut. It was the only pleasure to be salvaged from the disaster that should have been the happiest day of his life. Well that and . . .
“Another,” he rasped, sliding the empty glass back toward the bartender.
She arched an eyebrow at him while reaching for a clean glass. “Who’s the unlucky guy?” she asked, nodding toward his bruised knuckles.
Lyle grasped his newly filled glass. “Nobody.”
She laughed. “Looks like Nobody took quite a beating.”
That’s not all he took, Lyle thought. The reminder of the earlier events caused his rage to flash back to boiling point; Jack Thompson may have been on the business end of his fist, but ultimately the other man had won. Even now, Jack was riding off into the sunset with his Holly and probably felt not an ounce of guilt over what he’d done. And why should he? Holly was everything a man could want in a woman. Jack had lost her once to divorce. It was unlikely that he was going to be stupid enough to repeat the mistake after winning her back again.
A frown pulled at the corners of Lyle’s mouth as he stared down into the contents of his glass. The bartender reached across the wooden top and clasped his injured hand. Lyle flinched and snatched it away, glaring at her with narrowed eyes.
“I was just going to offer you some ice,” she said gently. Lyle felt like an ass when he saw the bundle of paper towels clenched in her small fist. He tried to offer her a smile as she pressed the ice-filled towels against his knuckles, but it turned into a grimace as the ice came in contact with his flaming skin.


Stay tuned for teaser excerpt 2 next week

Saturday, 5 October 2013

Cover Reveal - The Groom

Bottom Drawer Publications is proud to present the book cover for Elise Marion's upcoming release, The Groom.  Lyle might have been left at the altar in My Ex-Wife's Wedding but he's anything but second best in this story.

Contemporary Novel - 77,500 words

When Lyle Cummings is left standing at the altar on his wedding day, all of his carefully composed plans for the future come crashing down around him. The pragmatic doctor is left questioning his well-ordered existence and wondering if there isn't more to life than the achievements of wealth and power.

When he meets Katrina Giordana, a fiery lounge singer with more passion in her pinky finger than he possesses in his entire body, his mundane life is turned upside down. In Katrina, he finds everything his life has been lacking. With her, he will learn that what he thought was love really wasn't at all.

But will Katrina's dark past threaten the happiness that Lyle has found after so much heartache? With her life, and now his, hanging in the balance, Lyle will find himself tested when it comes to  how far he will go for love.

Release Date: October 26, 2013

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