April 1 2015

Travis Blog Tour

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Travis

by Tracie Podger

Fallen Angel Series, Book #6

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Genre: contemporary adult romance, romantic suspense

For readers 18 and over due to sexual content and mature themes

 

Synopsis

Travis Curran spent his childhood surrounded by physical abuse, until he could take no more…

His father has a drinking problem – he liked to take that problem out on his family.
His brother has a drinking problem – he liked to take that problem out on Travis.

At the age of eleven, Travis was forced to run, forced to leave his sister, the only mother he ever knew and flee to Washington, DC, with a man he doesn’t know. It should have been simple; his sister was to follow a week later – But she never arrived.

Alone and homeless, Travis survived.
He survived with the help of a boy who became his best friend, his brother in all but blood.
He survived with the help of the family.

Today he lives a life of secrets, a life of wealth but also of crime.
He enjoys this life – until the moment his past catches up with him.

This is the story of an exceptional man, a dangerous man. His life in his words.
This is the story of Travis Curran.

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5-Star Reader Reviews….

This book was brilliant and intense. I felt Travis’ anger, fear, resentment and love to his “family” ie, Robert, Evelyn and Joe. He is a multifaceted character. He has all the usual emotions you would expect from one who has had a rough start in life but he is also fiercely loyal and protective to those he loves. He is also HOT and sexy and is incredibly charismatic. Yes, that is why I love him! This lovely by the incredibly talented Tracie Podger gets five stars from me. (But in my heart it deserves 100!) ~ Kerry-Ann (Kez’s Corner)

This book is simply spectacular. It tells the story of Travis, one of the pivotal characters in The Fallen Angel Series. I defy anyone to not fall in love with Travis from his turbulent childhood, through his journey of self discovery and sexual awareness! It’s a compelling, gripping story that grabs a hold of you immediately. This author has the unique talent of completely immersing you in her world with her descriptive and enthralling words. Travis will live in my heart always… ~ Karen S.

Purchase Link

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About the Author

Tracie-Podger-Photo copy 2_FotorTracie Podger currently lives in Kent, UK with her husband and a rather obnoxious cat called George. She’s a Padi Scuba Diving Instructor with a passion for writing. Tracie has been fortunate to have dived some of the wonderful oceans of the world where she can indulge in another hobby, underwater photography. She likes getting up close and personal with sharks.

Tracie wishes to thank you for giving your time to read her books and hopes you enjoy them as much as she loves writing them. If you would like to know more, please feel free to contact her; she would love to hear from you. She will be signing in London, York, Dublin, Birmingham and Aberdeen in 2015, and Liverpool, Leeds, Essex, and Dublin (to date) in 2016. Please stop by if you can!

Social Media Links:

Amazon * Facebook * Twitter (@TRACIEPODGER) * Website

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Other Books in the Fallen Angel Series…

Fallen Angel, Part 1

Fallen Angel, Part 2

Fallen Angel, Part 3

Evelyn (novella)

Robert

Check them out and one-click them today on Amazon!

Coming Soon…

Fallen Angel, Part 4 (this summer) – Series Conclusion

And then…

A Virtual Affair

The Passion Series

Release Giveaway!

“Reader’s Choice”- Any eBook from the Fallen Angel Series!

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Excerpt

Dan, my sister, my family, they had all abandoned me, they had all forgotten about me and I felt very alone. I watched people, couples holding hands, families playing together and the pain I felt inside intensified. I was on my own and I had to make the best of it. I didn’t leave the park, opting to lie on a bench once the night fell. It was a mistake. At night the drunks came and I guessed the bench belonged to one when he grabbed hold of my jacket and dragged me off. I landed in a heap on the ground. He was rambling, something about the war.

“F*ck off,” he growled.

“I’m sorry,” I said as I scrambled to my feet. I headed for a small wooded area, slid down a tree and waited for the morning.

The days had melded into each other, I lost track of what day of the week it even was. I only knew it was the weekend because the streets were less busy with suited people scurrying to and from work. The weekends were the hardest because that’s when I would see families, moms and sons walking and laughing, brothers and sisters playing and that loneliness would hit me like a punch to the gut.

I noticed a couple of boys, slightly younger than me I guessed. They were playing ball, tossing it to each other. I watched them for a while, smiling at their laughter as they had fun. I was itching to join in, to do something normal like playing catch. One threw it too far and it landed at my feet, I was still sitting with my back to the tree that had been home for the past two nights. I picked the ball up, stood and walked towards them. They smiled at me and I smiled back.

“You wanna play?” one said. I nodded my head.

“Throw the ball,” the other called out, jogging backwards and raising his arm, ready to catch the ball in his mitt.

It was nice to hear someone talk to me. That was until their dad appeared. He snatched the ball from me and without a word, grabbed the two boys by the hand. One child looked over his shoulder as he was hauled away and he gave me a small smile. Despite my promise never to cry again, I couldn’t stop the tear that rolled down one cheek. I angrily wiped it away. I had no idea what I looked like, what condition my hair was in or how dirty my face was – there were no mirrors on the street. Those boys hadn’t been bothered by how I looked; they had just wanted to play with me.

“F*ck you,” I screamed to their retreating backs. “F*ck you all.”

That day I hardened my heart. I would survive. I would shoplift and f*cking enjoy it. I would wipe my family from my mind and f*cking enjoy it. I would fight if I had to and f*cking enjoy it. No one would ever see my heartache again.

That one simple act of dragging those children away from me, and I was no more than a child myself, confirmed one thing – no one was going to help me.

I had no choice but to toughen up and help myself.


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