Author Spotlight – Carolyn Crane – Eight Nights With A Hero Blog Tour

Today I’ve got the pleasure of having Carolyn Crane on my blog. She’s talking about off the edge. That’s her contribution to the steamy suspense romance box set, Eight Nights With A Hero. In addition to an excerpt, read on for your chance to win a $40 gift card or TONS of author swag. The rafflecopter link is posted below.


Without further adieu, let’s get to know Carolyn and read an excerpt guaranteed to have you one-clicking your little hearts out 😉




About Carolyn Crane

I am a RITA-winning author of romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and other tales of love and adventure (and erotic & dark romance as NYT bestselling author Annika Martin). My books have been published by Random House and Samhain, and I also go the indie route. I work a straight job as a marketing writer, I love to read in bed and run, I’m passionate about helping animals, and I make my home in Minnesota with my husband and two cats.

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Off The Edge (The Associates Series, Book 2)


For deadly secret agent Peter Macmillan, language is a weapon—one he uses to hunt criminals, destroy plots, and charm enemies. Seducing information out of a beautiful singer in a Bangkok hotel should be easy…except this particular singer has the power to destroy his cool façade, and with it, his last defense against a dark past.


He tricked her. He helped himself to her body and her secrets. He has enemies everywhere. Laney Lancaster should hate Peter, but when she discovers him shirtless, sweaty, and chained up in the hotel’s dungeon, all she can think about is freeing him. Because she knows what it’s like to be trapped and alone. And she could use a dangerous friend.

They might be wrong for each other, but the instant they join forces, Laney and Peter are plunged into an odyssey of hot sex and dark danger. To survive, they must trust each other with their lives—and their hearts.

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Excerpt from Off The Edge

Bangkok, Thailand

Laney Lancaster avoided the restaurant host’s patient gaze, trying to think what to say, hyper-aware that he was waiting, one hand on the back of the chair she was to sit in. The Hungry Steer was one of the best places to get authentic steak in all of Bangkok and this kind host had led her to a lovely little window table. An orchid stood sweetly in a vase at the center of it, and the view of bustling Nakhon Chaisi Road was amazing.

To anybody else, it would look like the best table in the place.

To Laney it looked like Russian roulette.

She was quite familiar with the game. It always used to be Russian roulette whenever her ex-husband Rolly beckoned her over to his easy chair, because there’d be no telling whether he meant to hit her or kiss her. It was Russian roulette back when she used to report him to the local cops for battery, because you never knew which ones were in his pocket. It was Russian roulette whenever she’d try to escape him, because it might mean freedom, but it could just as easily mean the horror of being dragged back to him after defying him. It had been Russian roulette when she’d helped that FBI agent gather evidence to put Rolly in prison, because it was either the end of her problems or the beginning of worse ones.

Laney was so done with Russian roulette.

Khap khun maak na kha tae wa chan yaak nang nai thee nang khang lang maak kwa,” she said, thanking him profusely and asking to sit in the back. She pointed to a table in the dark corner near the EXIT sign. The host shot her a questioning glance. She gave him a sunny smile. Always best just to smile.

He led her to the gloomier but safer corner.

Khap khun na kha,” she said with a little nod. An ultra-polite thanks.

When the waiter came by, Laney gave him her order plus money for the bill and tip all at once. This got her another questioning look. She responded with another sunny smile. What could she say? She was the kind of gal who liked to flee a restaurant with a clear conscience.

A full two years she’d been in Bangkok with no sign of Rolly’s thugs, but you never relaxed your guard with Rolly and his thugs.

A friend had once suggested that Rolly was the wrong name for him, because it rhymed with jolly. But actually that happy echo was what made the name perfect. Rolly was the ultimate wolf in sheep’s clothing—or python in sheep’s clothing, as Rolly would likely put it. Rolly charmed you with his smiles and money and manners, and once you realized he was squeezing the life out of you, it was too late.

Rolly was so powerful that even being in an Arkansas prison couldn’t stop his muscular and veiny arm from circling the globe in pursuit of her.

Even dining outside the safety of the hotel where she’d lived and worked these past two years was a gamble, but it was her birthday, dammit! And she was careful, wearing her hat and tinted glasses and taking the gloomy back table.

It was just as she was digging into her mushroom ribeye that she saw Harken, Rolly’s right-hand thug, enter the restaurant and walk up to the host’s stand.

She nearly dropped her fork.

She couldn’t be sure it was Harken—she only caught a flash of his face before he turned, but you didn’t wait around with a man like Harken.

You ran.

She pulled her hat low over her ears and rose from her seat—slowly. Fast movements attracted attention.

She strolled casually toward the back EXIT sign, heading down the dark little hall beyond it, picking up her pace.

She passed a little door set into the wall and continued on, heart racing. It had to be him. Even the way he stood had set off alarm bells, and you had to trust alarm bells. Sometimes alarm bells were your only friends.

She rushed on, dismayed that there was no corresponding EXIT sign at the end of the long, poorly lit hallway. Thais were a whole lot less keen on safety rules than Americans; it was actually unusual even to see an American-style EXIT sign. Thai restaurants didn’t typically have those.

It was when she felt the tickle of a cobweb over her cheeks that it dawned on her that the EXIT sign might have been put up for ambience, just as Americans sometimes hung up signs with Asian writing, not knowing the meaning. A brightly lit EXIT sign. Festive!

When she felt the floor sag with rot, her belly twisted with that old familiar fear. Trapped. Hopeless. She slowed, walking on the non-rot side, heart pounding. She could discern a door at the end, but did people use it? Could it even be opened?

Still she went forward. Sometimes it was all you had left. When she hit the door, she turned the knob and pushed with all her might.

The door gave a titch, then stopped dead. Boarded up on the other side. She rammed it with her shoulder.

No go.

She spun around, overcome with the instinct to freeze in the dark like a rabbit, to be very small.

No. No freezing. Move, move, move.

She pulled her gun from her purse.

Nobody coming.

Maybe it wasn’t Harken out there. Or maybe he hadn’t seen her.

But if it was Harken, and if he had seen her, he’d know she was trapped. He’d be sitting out there relishing her fear like a twisted connoisseur, enjoying its rich, robust undertones and high notes of hysteria. Harken had enjoyed mind fucking her almost as much as Rolly had. And if he caught her, he’d bring her back to the States and straight to Rolly’s prison. For the conjugal visit from hell.

The seconds crept on. She couldn’t go back through the restaurant. But she couldn’t stay. If somebody turned on the hallway lights, they’d see her and raise a fuss.

The little door she’d passed. Was it a closet? She could hide in there and call for help. She could defend herself in there.

She crept back down the hall and tried the knob. Open. She slipped in, eased the door shut, and flattened against it. When she turned on her phone light she saw it was a linen closet. Dry storage. She spied the hanging string for an overhead bulb, but she didn’t dare pluck it. Light would show through the crack under the door. Also, she preferred not to see the spider webs. There would be spiders and all manner of other critters in this little space. That was Bangkok, a city with a teeming jungle in the margins.

And now Rolly’s man. She’d been located.

Giveaway Details

There will be two tour-wide prizes (two winners, US only):

  • First Prize: $40.00 Amazon or Barnes & Noble Gift Card
  • Second Prize: Box of Swag with contributions from all the authors

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About Michelle Roth

Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book. In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on
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2 Responses to Author Spotlight – Carolyn Crane – Eight Nights With A Hero Blog Tour

  1. Hey, Michelle! Thanks so much for having me and our boxed set!


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