Blitz & #giveaway – Doppelgänger by Camille Taylor @camilletaylorau @xpressoreads @xpressotours


Book & Author Details:

Doppelgänger by Camille Taylor
(Harbour Bay Series, #4)
Published by: Limitless Publishing
Publication date: June 21st 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense


A new killer has descended on Harbour Bay, and he’s already killed five women…

Bestselling author Megan Bailey is devastated when her young cousin Stacey goes missing. She’s been watching the news and knows what this might mean. Stacey could be the newest victim of Harbour Bay’s newest serial killer. Megan is determined to do something, and enlists the help of her friend, the superintendent of police, Amelia Donovan.

Amelia has her best detective on the case…Dean Matthews.

Dean doesn’t believe in love. It makes men weak and vulnerable, and as a retired soldier, he’s experienced enough heartache to last several lifetimes. He also has difficulty dealing with emotional women. So when he shows up to interview Megan at the request of his boss, he isn’t exactly looking forward to it. Except Megan isn’t what he expected.

Megan is intelligent, witty, and not to mention, beautiful. Dean tries to maintain a professional distance, but with a killer on the loose, he breaks all his rules and gets involved. He offers Megan comfort and promises he might not be able to keep.

The body count continues to rise and Dean’s leads are empty as ever…

When Megan disappears too, Dean knows his time to solve this case is up. He must unravel the twisted web of clues the killer has left behind or risk the one woman who might finally teach him to love again.



He grinned and ran his fingers through his short hair, his fingertips brushing against his head. “My mother would like you.”

Megan frowned. “Why is that?”

“Because you’re the very embodiment of everything she’s ever wanted. She’s spent her life collecting and preserving books. Like your own mother, she consumed every written word she could get hold of. It was hard being the only kid in primary school who’d devoured every Shakespeare play, or Scott and Dickens novel in existence.”

His mother had ensured he’d not grown up ignorant and he knew words that could probably rival Megan’s extensive vocabulary, but he didn’t like to flaunt it. Besides, he rarely had the opportunity.

Megan’s enthusiasm was clear. “I’d love to meet her some time, discuss her latest find. Although I doubt I’d be of interest to her. My novels aren’t exactly going to stand the test of time like Austen or Alcott. But that’s okay, because it’s not why I do it. Not to sound conceited, but I want to share my vivid imagination with the world, or at least that’s my dream. Right now I’m working from the east coast to the west, but one day I’ll get there.”

“I don’t doubt it. You are a strong-willed woman, and like Stacey, you’ll get what you want in the end.”

“You make that sound like a threat or a promise.” She straightened. “It’s hard. As a writer, everywhere you look you see a story developing. You hear something and the next minute you have a plot sitting in your head. Hell, even my dreams are narrated like a book.”

“I wasn’t complaining. I like it. It’s sexy,”

Oh shit, did I just say that? Sexy? Great, now she knows. But from the moment they met, he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her. She’d probably already realised it.


“It’s all right. I know. You think I’m sexy.” She blushed, turning away.

She was teasing him, and she wasn’t very good at it, either. It was obviously as alien to her to tease as it was for him to receive. He couldn’t remember the last time any woman had teased him.

They stood staring at each other for several long minutes, and the urge to take her in his arms was strong. He found himself gravitating towards her tempting lips. His gaze locked on to what he assumed was satiny soft flesh. Her tongue swept out, moistening the pink, well sculptured lips, leaving a glistening trail behind as it disappeared back inside her mouth and Dean almost groaned aloud, the need to possess the sweet heaven they provided almost urgent.

He leaned forward, focusing on Megan, aching to know what she felt like. Was her flesh resilient or soft? Did she taste sweet? Would she come apart in his hands? His body hardened with the images and he jerked back, just inches—seconds away from entering a zone he could never return from. She wasn’t like the other women he’d had. She wasn’t a one night stand kind of girl, and he would hate himself for making her feel anything less than perfect.

Dean pulled back, angry with himself for what he’d almost done.

She wiped down her counter before looking up at him. He shifted under her gaze. Was she aware of what had almost happened? He doubted it.

purchase links

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Book 1 | Book 2 | Book 3


About the author

Camille Taylor is an Australian author who resides in the Nation’s Capital with her small dog. She was the typical 90’s kid and was raised on Goosebumps, Roald Dahl and Paul Jennings. In her teens she began reading the Queen of Crime, Agatha Christie and in later years found Christine Feehan, Janet Evanovich and Julie Garwood.

She started writing at sixteen and enjoys spending time with her family, doting on her nieces and nephews, writing the many stories floating about her head and working on her genealogy where she can trace her heritage to England, Scotland, Ireland and Russia.

Her other interests include, anything creative – such as scrapbooking and drawing and has travelled across Western Europe, New Zealand and the UAE, after spending a year living in London. She’s also dabbled in tae kwon do.


author links

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