Bestselling author
Sawyer Bennett has released her latest New Adult Contemporary novel in the Off
Series! We have a guest post and giveaway below to help celebrate!
FACTS ABOUT OFF CHANCE
· Most importantly, this was supposed to be the last
book in the Off Series but I’ve had such an outpouring of requests to keep
writing… I’m happy to report that this is NOT the last book. There will be
others, but after I get a few other projects complete!
· Not to give away a spoiler, but there is a huge scene
in the book involving Emily and Nix from Off Limits and it’s based almost
exactly off a very important moment in my personal life.
· Fire fighters are hot! It’s a fact!
· There is a really cute, fuzzy and rambunctious dog in
this book named, Capone! He’s based off of my own puppy goodness… my Bernese
Mountain Dog, Atticus.
· I sobbed like a baby when I finished writing the
prologue. Warning: It might make you cry, too.
· You will get really good updates in this book on all
of the past Off characters… Ryan, Danny, Emily, Nix, Linc, Ever, Renner and
Cillian!
Release:
October 21, 2013
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He is seeking
absolution.
Flynn
Caldwell has a hero complex and it’s one of the reasons he joined the New York
City Fire Department. He has spent his entire professional career trying to
atone for that one person he failed to save. Because, if he can do that, then
perhaps he can be worthy of love again.
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She is seeking escape.
Rowan Page’s
life is nothing short of a disaster. Always immersed in trouble, she has only
herself to depend on. She’s determined to pull herself out of this mess and
make something of her life, despite the hard years she has lived on the streets
of New York.
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Together, they have the
chance to become complete.
Flynn and
Rowan’s worlds exist miles apart, but when a chance meeting brings them
together, neither of them can deny the instant pull that connects them to each
other. What starts as a tiny spark eventually flares into a fire so hot, it
refuses to be extinguished.
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Both are willing to
jump feet first into the flames to see where it takes them, despite the risk of
being burned.
EXCERPT
FROM OFF CHANCE
Flynn Caldwell
As I near the windows at the back of the house, I hear
the frantic barking of a dog. A big dog by the sound of it and it sounds
panicked. I can tell immediately it’s coming from inside the house and I easily
locate the window where the barking is the loudest. The window ledge sits
pretty high, just at my chest as I put my face up against the glass to look in.
I can’t see shit because the cheap, plastic blinds are partially closed but the
dog is definitely in there. I have no clue if a human is inside, so I may only
be going in to save a dog, but yup... I’m going in.
And nope... doesn’t matter that my Cap hasn’t given
the okay.
Taking my ax, I break the window and breathe a sigh of
relief that no smoke pours out. Making sure that all the shards of glass are
clear of the window frame, I reach in and get a good grip on the blinds,
pulling hard so they rip from the wall.
“Fuck, Flynn... can’t you wait two seconds?”
I knew Tim wouldn’t be too far behind but he’s not mad
at me for entering so quickly. It’s pretty clear that this side of the house
isn’t burning yet. I hear Tim speaking into his radio, letting the Captain know
we’re making entry. “Cap... we hear a dog and possible subjects inside.
Entering window to make a rescue.”
I think I hear the Cap curse but then he gives the go
ahead. Putting my hands on the ledge, I give myself a mental pat on the back
that I’m able to pull myself up and haul myself inside. Working out at the gym
five days a week pays off. I make a less-than-graceful fall onto the floor and
immediately jump up to take note of my surroundings.
I’m in a bedroom and the door is closed. Smoke is
seeping in under the bottom and the air already has a hazy quality to it.
Lying on the bed is a huge dog... probably at least a
hundred pounds. Although I only look at him briefly, it’s enough to know that
he’s no ordinary mutt. His coat is jet black, long and glossy. His chest and
paws are snowy white with a blaze of the same color down the middle of his
face. Russet-colored fur adorns his legs along with two brown stripes right
where his eyebrows sit. It makes his face very expressive, and he’s looking at
me now as if to say, It’s about damn
time.
I say it’s a “he” because his head is boxy and his
chest is huge, so I’m guessing he’s sporting a pair of big, furry balls underneath
all that hair. The dog looks at me expectantly and lets out another series of
panicked barks, which are still deep and booming.
It’s then that I notice the dog seems to be lying on
top of something, and based on the size and curves, it’s painfully obvious it’s
a person under a blanket.
Taking a step toward the bed, holding my hand out,
palm down, I speak in a calm voice, “Hey boy... you gonna let me help whoever
that is you’re lying on? Huh? Gonna let me take a peek?”
Not surprisingly, the dog lays his ears back flat and
issues a deep growl. My voice just issued through the amp of my mask and I
completely sounded like Darth Vader. I know I’m probably going to catch shit
for this, but I take my helmet off and toss it near the window. I see Tim standing
there, his face peering in. I hold my hand up to him to just wait and I quickly
loosen the straps on my face piece to pull it off.
With the mask gone, at least the dog can hear my real
voice and hopefully won’t be as freaked. I, on the other hand, immediately
notice the smoke is thicker and it’s hard to breathe. I’m guessing the fire has
breached into this unit.
Inching forward carefully, I keep talking to the dog
in a soft, reassuring voice. Now that the dog understands that I’m not Darth
Vader and I’m here to save, not destroy, his ears perk forward and he just
watches my progress with his head cocked to the side.
As I reach the edge of the bed, I take one last look
at the dog, which I can now see is lying across the legs of whoever is under
the blanket. He just stares back at me... expectantly.
“Do you mind if I pull these covers back?” I ask,
feeling ridiculous as I do so.
His gaze at me never wavers, but he cocks his head in
the opposite direction as if he’s saying, Well,
what the hell are you waiting for?
Reaching out, I peel the covers back, revealing the
face of a woman underneath. Her dark hair is lanky and her eyes are closed,
with dark blue circles underneath. She’s on her side and it stands out to me
that she has several piercings in her exposed ear, traveling all the way around
the entire shell. Giving a quick glance at the dog, who still lies across the
woman’s legs, I peel the blanket back further. When it reaches her shoulders, I
realize that she’s naked underneath so I halt my progress.
Grabbing onto her shoulder, I shake her slightly.
“Ma’am... I need you to wake up now. I need to get you out of here.”
She doesn’t move or respond in anyway.
Just great... she’s probably high as a kite right so
now I’m rescuing a dog and a bombed-out druggie.
I look at the dog again and he just stares back at me,
as if to say, It’s still your job to save
her.
“Yeah, I know... I got it,” I answer his silent plea.
I try one more time to rouse her, tapping her on the
cheek lightly. “Come on, lady. Wake up.”
She still makes no move so, with a sigh of
frustration, I reach down to lift her up, sticking my arms under the blanket so
it comes with her to keep her covered for modesty.
I give a pointed look to the dog. “Get up, you big
lug, so I can lift her.”
Much to my surprise, the dog immediately bounds off
the bed and walks over to the window, not caring in the slightest that there
are glass shards littering the floor. His paws are probably going to get cut
but I can’t worry about that now.
Bending my knees, I scoop the woman up and lift her
from the bed.
Except my momentum is stopped as something pulls
against us.
What the
fuck?
Lowering her back down to the bed, I flip the blanket
back and curse over the sight that greets me.
Her right leg has a manacle cuffed around it and it’s
chained to the metal bed frame at the bottom.
About
the Author
USA Today Best-Selling author, Sawyer Bennett, is a snarky
southern woman and reformed trial lawyer who decided to finally start putting
on paper all of the stories that were floating in her head. She is married to a
mobster (well, a market researcher) and they have two big, furry dogs who hog
the bed. Sawyer would like to report she doesn't have many weaknesses but can
be bribed with a nominal amount of milk chocolate.
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