Blog Tour and Giveaway: A Tragic Wreck by T.K. Leigh


How can you continue living when you’re living a lie? How can you convince your body to stop feeling, your soul to stop caring, and your heart to stop beating?
Haunted by her past, Olivia Adler flees Boston for a beach in Florida, leaving everyone behind, trying to shut the world out. Remaining a relative recluse in her self-imposed prison, she tries to turn everything off, wanting to feel nothing. But a new acquaintance won’t let that happen. After being away from Alexander for a month, his voice constantly ringing in her head, reminding her that her inability to confront her demons will not only destroy her, but also him, can she really be expected to want to feel again when it brings nothing but pain?
Back in Boston, everywhere he turns, Alexander Burnham is reminded of Olivia… His Olivia… He tries to dull the ache left in his heart the only way he knows how… in the bed of a beautiful woman. But Alexander isn’t about to lose his Olivia. After a clue comes to light regarding Olivia’s whereabouts, can he convince her to return to Boston with him? When a force that has laid dormant for months resurfaces, can Alexander still protect her from the unknown danger? And when Alexander comes face to face with a shadow of both his and Olivia’s past, will he be able to tell her the secret that is threatening to tear them apart?
A Tragic Wreck is the continuation of T.K. Leigh’s heart-breakingBeautiful Mess series.



T. K. Leigh, otherwise known as Tracy Leigh Kellam, is a producer / attorney by trade. Originally from New England, she now resides in sunny Southern California with her husband, dog and three cats, all of which she has rescued (including the husband). She always had a knack for writing, but mostly in the legal field. It wasn’t until recently that she decided to try her hand at creative writing and is now addicted to creating different characters and new and unique story lines in the Contemporary Romantic Suspense genre.
When she’s not planted in front of her computer, writing away, she can be found running and training for her next marathon (of which she has run over fifteen fulls and far too many halfs to recall). Unlike Olivia, the main character in her Beautiful Mess series, she has yet to qualify for the Boston Marathon.



This book caught by breath just as the first one did.  It had my stomach in knots all of the way through.  The continuation of  Olivia and Alexander's heartbreaking story takes us on yet another roller-coaster!
Olivia has locked herself away from everyone.  She has shut everyone in her life out yet again.  She ran.  It's the only thing she knows how to do.  Her devastation from her own actions drowns her.  As she spirals downward into the never ending abyss, she longs for her heart to stop.... hurting.
Alexander is lost without Olivia.  His heart has been ripped to shreds.  What does one do when they are heartbroken?  Immerse themselves into someone else.  Lose themselves in someone who makes them forget.  Although, we all know that never ends well.
Let us not forget that someone is still out there lurking in the background awaiting to get their hands on Olivia.
Taking all of this in, you know you are walking into one hell of a book!  New characters walk into the fold.  Old characters emerge you didn't think you would see again, or at least you hoped you wouldn't.  Trust is lost.  Trust is gained.  Love is lost... Love is found... Relationships and people are not who they seem to be.  
As things start to unfold, and it looks like things are coming together finally, the book ends... Yes, it ends.  Yes, there is another book in this series.  I couldn't be happier for that!  I wasn't ready for this to end quite yet.


“Is this okay?” he asked, referring to his hand clasped around hers.
        She glanced over at him, a hopeful look in his eyes. “Yes. It’s fine.”
        He beamed, his smile reaching his eyes. He had dimples. God, he’s hot, she thought to herself.
        “Good. I like touching you,” he said quietly, gently rubbing her knuckles.
        Olivia didn’t know whether she should respond to that. She wasn’t sure she wanted to. What would she even say? Tell him that she relished his touch more than anything she could remember in recent history, but that she was ninety-nine shades of crazy at that moment, her thoughts consumed by one man she never should have let in? Her craziness was too much for Alexander, and it would surely be too much for Cam.
        “You don’t talk much, do you?” he asked as they crossed a set of railroad tracks, walking across Front Street toward a restaurant on the water.
        She shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I do, as long as I have something to say.”
        “So you have nothing to say?” Cam asked, grinning.
        “I don’t know.”
        “Well, surely there must be something going through that brain of yours right now. You have this look on your face and I want to die, it’s so fucking cute.” He stopped walking at the edge of the water.
        Olivia’s heart began beating rapidly as he turned to face her with a hopeful look on his face, clutching both her hands in his.
        “I don’t know what it is about you, Libby, but I’m drawn to you. I noticed you way back in October. I even remember the date… October seventeenth. It was a Wednesday. You looked so fucking sad, and it killed me. I wanted to find out what made you so incredibly sad, and I swore I would do whatever I could to fix it.”
        Olivia turned her head, gazing out at all the shrimp boats docked for the evening, trying to tame the butterflies that slowly fluttered in her stomach.
        “Come on, Libby. Let me in,” he quietly pleaded.
        A tear fell down Olivia’s cheek as she continued staring at the blackness on the water. “You don’t even know me, Cam,” she whispered.
        He sighed before grabbing her chin, pulling her face toward his so they were mere inches apart. Olivia could feel the heat coming off his body. “All I know is that you love the smell of the ocean.” He smiled thinking about how beautiful she looked when he pulled up in front of her house each day. “Every morning, you sit outside, drink your coffee, and close your eyes when a gentle breeze rolls in, inhaling deeply as if the salty ocean air will fix everything.”
        Olivia stared into his eyes, not saying anything, her breathing becoming heavy.
        “All I know is that you used to take your coffee with cream, but lately you’ve been drinking it black.”
        She felt shivers as Cam brushed his hand across her forehead where her scar was.
        “All I know is that last week you couldn’t decide what color to paint your toenails so, instead of making that decision, you painted one foot green and the other foot orange.”
        She looked down at her feet and smiled.
        “And all I know is that I desperately want to get to know even more about you.” He gently cupped her cheek, staring into her deep brown eyes. “So please, Libby. I’ll take whatever you can give me. Just let me know you.”
Another tear escaped from her eye. “But what if I’m too broken for that, Cam?”
        He pulled her to his chest and she reveled in the warmth emanating from his body. “Then let me fix you,” he whispered.

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