Addison Brae on Handbag and Book: When a #handbag screams "Buy Me!!" and a #newbook #Trigearrpublishing #readromance

Thanks, Vicki, for allowing me to share books and handbags! The bag with the flamingo is the one I would carry. Impractical as it is, it screamed “buy me” from behind the counter at a trendy Los Angeles thrift store a few years ago. The brand or its history didn’t matter. It was so fun I had to have it. Gillian, the heroine in Becker Circle is much too practical for a cute purse that only holds a phone, keys, and credit card. A good friend passed the colorful canvas bag to me at one of our regular clothing exchanges, and it’s very similar to the one that makes an appearance in the second scene of “Becker Circle.” It’s a special gift from her mom.  
My first and only boyfriend believed I was too gutless to leave. He was dead wrong. My name’s Gillian, and I graduated Harvard early and left his hot temper and everyone else behind for Dallas. Determined to make it on my own, I land a second job bartending at the neighborhood pub smack in drama central where most every jerk in the neighborhood hits on me—at a huge price. A week into the job, the neighborhood’s very popular drug dealer falls to his death a few feet from the table I’m serving. The cops say suicide, but the hot guitar player in the house band and I suspect foul play, and I intend to prove it. We dig deeper, grow closer, and make a shocking discovery. We know the murderer. 
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Rule one of my new life—forget about what already happened. Period.
Just as I turn the corner toward the tree-lined park, someone rams into me from behind. I gulp a breath as he twists me to the ground, dragging me along by the arm. The strap to my purse connects me to a guy who looks barely old enough to drive until he yanks it away. The purse holding the cash I have to live on until I get paid, my ID, one credit card, and proof I took an exam today.
The purse Mom gave me for my eleventh birthday.
“Stop!” I struggle to untwist my legs and sprint toward the strap dragging behind him. “No!” The distance between us widens.
At the edge of the park, a well-dressed man jumps out of a shiny SUV and shoves the guy into the shrubs. He leans over as they exchange words.A portion of the author proceeds will go to Hope’s Door New Beginning Center to help fight domestic abuse.

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