Today we have a book blast for Shari Ryan’s Tag!!! And to celebrate the sale she’s running, Shari is sharing an exclusive excerpt and a fantastic giveaway.
What if your family had a big secret . . . a life changing secret. My dad, the bigwig CIA agent, was always on the run, whether he was being chased or doing the chasing. I missed him. Then my mom passed away, and my sister was murdered. I turned my solitude to strength because the alternative was too bleak.
But my luck seemed to turn: I met Tango. And while I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my twenty-two years, danger lurks around every corner and I simply can’t take the chance of it finding me. But his tattoos, his smell, his darkness, and his body— that marine has taken over my every thought. But, what if he too isn’t what I think? A ticking time bomb isn’t going to leave me much time to waver. Even the bravest person can be in need of a miracle.
Before she was gone, my mom warned me to know everyone and trust no one. But what was I supposed to do when I found out I am the one not to be trusted? Turns out, I was always the bait in this conspiracy.
In author Shari J. Ryan’s gripping novel, TAG, the canyons hold secrets, the waterfalls provide safety, and romance has a pesky way of showing up when you are sweaty and dirty and least expect it.
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Tag by Shari J Ryan is a story that is filled with intrigue that will have you wondering to the very end. Cali has lived a life on the run since her father is a former CIA agent, only staying in one place long enough to exact the revenge that she needs for watching her sister murdered while she was helpless to stop it. Fueled with a hatred for Reaper that cannot be surpassed, she is making it her mission to track and kill him herself. Her plans seem to be derailed slight when she meets a hot guy on an airplane after her father informs her its time to bail before she gets into trouble; only to find out that he is her new bodyguard. Tango is hiding some secrets of his own, secrets if discovered could rock his world to the core, and his families world. Up against a ticking clock, both Cali and Tango are running from Reaper before they decide that they need to start running toward her father who has been in hiding for the last 3 years. This book was a 3.5 star read for me and I would recommend it to others who enjoy a suspenseful story that will hold your attention from the very first pages until you see it play out at the very end.
Cali has lived her life by the phrase that her mother ingrained in her prior to her death from cancer several years before, "know everyone...trust no one." It is only when letting her guard down and forgetting these words that she was placed in a situation where she lost all control and the only family that she had left beside her fugitive father, her sister. With that mistake fresh in her mind at all times, Cali does everything possible to live by those rules of trusting no one, especially not some hot guy that sits next to her on a plane when she is on the run to get out of dodge before Reaper finds her.
Tango is a former military man, who is hiding a secret of his own. Watching two officers give his parents the news that he was killed in combat overseas, he takes a job as a mercenary where his first assignment is to protect Cali. Tango treats this job like a mission, knowing that he needs to keep Cali safe at all costs, knowing why she is running and who is after her. What he didn't plan for was the fiesty girl that he sits down next to on the plane that fights him at almost every turn, or the feelings that he begins to have for her at the most inopportune time of his life.
When Cali and Tango decide to travel to Mexico to actually find her father, all hell breaks loose and they are hunted by the same person that Cali wants dead, by her own hand as well as a group of others that they didn't exactly prepare for. Will Call and Tango be able to find her father and the truth before it's too late??? You will have to read to find out!
Tag was a very intense read about finding yourself after losing so much and dealing with a death sentence in more than one way. I found myself totally engrossed in this story from the beginning to the end. I will have to say I wasn't sure what the title of this book was completely about until towards the end of the book, which is probably a good thing because it kept me guessing the whole way. I would give this book a 4 star and would recommend it to others. The story line is like no other and I was so glad to finally read something that wasn't the same old boy meets girl they fall in love he cheats or she cheats supposedly and they break up and get back together.. oh no this book has mystery and many moments that make you want to cry and say no that can't happen. That being said there is a love story involved and it gets pretty steamy which of course I loved because who doesn't love a good smutty scenes! This is a standalone and didn't leave me hanging at the end which is another reason why I have to give high stars because lets face it I am all cliff hangered out! This is the first book I have read by this author but I look forward to so much more in the future. Thanks for a great story and I absolutely love military books and this just weaved its way into my heart tenfold!
Cali and Tango met in a very unique situation because Tango is supposed to be her bodyguard. What happens when Cali finally lets her guard down after years of making herself believe you can't trust anyone. Tango has a messy past and has suffered great loss and is still suffering from tragedy but when he gets an assignment to protect this young girl he never thought he would not only find the love of his life but he will find something that will truly save his and Cali's existence together. Tragedy will strike multiple times, fate will intervene and unexpected twists and turns will keep your head spinning but can these 2 find a way to live again through each other or will unexpected forces ruin everything they have built?
Is the Tag worth the Chase?
Go get this book now you will not be disappointed!
I've been seated among the dozens of other passengers for the past two hours, watching the gate times change a number of times before I see the plane actually arrive. Just as I'm powering my phone down, preparing to board, an awful stench burns my nose from a few inches away. A middle-aged man with greasy black hair and a thick lip-covering mustache who smells exactly like the inside of a port-a-potty has found a reason to sit directly beside me in a row of empty seats. When my eyes unfortunately meet his, he takes the opportunity to speak to me. "Heading to Boston?" he asks. I raise my eyebrows and force a tightlipped smile. I simply follow that with a nod and give him a no shit look. "I heard winter's coming early this year," he continues.
"Cool," I mumble with a sigh. I pull a magazine out of my bag and open it in front of my face, hoping to block my vision of the man's blackened-stained grin. But it's only seconds before I'm taken back when his finger sweeps down the bare skin of my collarbone.
"What does that mean?" he asks, pointing to my tattoo.
With a smooth motion, I lay my magazine down onto my lap and place my hand over his, giving him the false notion that I'm a gentle person. I take the opportunity to offer him a slight smile before I twist his forefinger backwards as far as it will go before the expectant snap. "I'm sorry," I say sweetly. "Did I tell you it was okay to touch me?" I pull down a little harder, and he smiles in response to the pain. But as I hold my hand there, I see the smile begin to fade.
"It's a free country, chicky," he sputters as his tongue knocks around between his bare gums.
"Why would you think it's okay to touch me?" I ask again, keeping my voice calm, yet stern. He licks his lips and looks me up and down, responding with only a look. "Do you go around touching girls half your age because you feel it's okay?"
He clears his throat and looks around to see who's watching or listening, but I don't move my eyes from his. "Why not?" he says, shrugging his bony shoulders. "Besides, you're definitely asking for it."
He thinks I'm asking for it? I'm wearing a fucking scoop neck, black long sleeve shirt, jeans, and combat boots. "The only reason it's okay, is because no one has ever probably told you no. But it occurs to me that after I snap your finger off your hand, you won't be able to touch people inappropriately anymore, will you?"
He hoots with laughter, dragging in attention he probably shouldn't want. "You think you could break my finger, little chicklette?"
I pull his finger a little further, and his smile grows. "Ow, stop. You're hurting me," he puckers his lips and winks at me.
"Oh, look, it's your right hand. You a righty?" I turn his hand over and see deep callouses bubbling on his palm. "Yes, you are. So, if I rip this thing off, you wouldn't miss it, right?" I turn his hand back over and glare into his beady eyes. He's questioning my words. He's unsure of my capabilities. And that's fine. "Sound okay to you? Or are you going to leave and stop touching people?" His smile fades and his eyes widen. I release his hand and offer him a smart-ass smile. "Oh, and the tattoo means death. It's a Maori Warrior symbol. They used to eat their enemies once they slaughtered them. Cool, huh?"
I see his Adam's apple struggle to move. He lifts his bag from the ground and nearly trips over his own feet, darting away.
I reopen my magazine to the page I was reading and refocus my attention on an article as I hear a soft chuckle coming from the other side of me. I turn to see who was enjoying the free entertainment and I'm faced with a man who looks to be either a wrestler or in the military--black shaven hair, stiff jaw and bulging muscles on every inch of his arms. His eyes are currently focused on a book, and I suppose he could have been laughing at that, rather than me. But as I question it, his large shamrock green eyes lift and look right at me. A slight grin tugs on the corner of his lips, and he winks so quickly I'm questioning whether it was me who might have blinked. Before I can react, he stands up and walks away.
I swallow hard and refocus my attention on the magazine once more. Stupid attractive man causing a moment of feebleness. I didn't react, though. He winked at me. I think. And I didn't make a snide comment or scowl. Weakness.
I let out a few short breaths, regaining my composure. He's gone. It's fine.
Bestselling author, Shari J. Ryan, hails from Central Massachusetts where she lives with her hubby and two lively little boys. Ryan has published the 3-book Schasm Series for Romantic Suspense/Thriller fans. TAG is her first book written solely for the Romantic Suspense audience, and she is hard at work on Red Nights, a standalone coming this spring. To learn more, visit her at:
