Good morning! Yesterday, I had a lovely surprise when I opened my copy of the April issue of InD’Tale magazine. On page 107-108, there was a Review of On His Watch that absolutely thrilled me. Not only did the book get 5 starts, it also got Crowned Heart for Excellence. So, in honor of that lovely tribute, i decided to give you my tease from there this week.
On His Watch is a romantic suspense novel heavily weighed on the suspense side. Here’s the blurb!
On leave from the FBI, Special Agent Jason Spark is enjoying some welcome peace and quiet when he’s called on to help the local sheriff’s department check out a 911 call. Expecting a prank or misdial, he unwittingly steps into a horrifying bloodbath straight out of a Hollywood slasher movie, complete with clues scrawled on the wall.
Nikki Hart’s husband and son are killed, but she survives, badly beaten and barely clinging to life in a coma. When she awakens, she doesn’t know her name, recognize her face, or remember anything about herself and her past. Terrified, and unsure of whom to trust, she clings to the memory of the angel who comforted her in her darkest moments.
The investigation turns up a prime suspect: The Butcher, an elusive hired assassin for the Sicilian mob. As the news of Nikki’s recovery spreads, putting her in this ruthless killer’s sights again, Jason will do whatever it takes to protect the woman he’s learning to love.
Nikki’s beginning to believe Jason might be the angel who protected her in her dreams. But when she learns about the secret role he played in the worst day of her life, can she ever forgive him?
Sensuality Level: Sensual
Jason hung up the phone and headed out of the lounge. My God, what an arrogant prick.
Were all rich men like that? He hoped not.
He crossed the hall to Nikki’s room and stared at the closed door. He took a deep breath and pushed it open. The room had changed since his last visit. Most of the equipment surrounding the bed was gone. He grabbed the straight chair by the door and carried it over to the right side of the bed. He straddled it, leaning his arms on its back.
She was pale, but time in the hospital bleached color out of everyone. Her copper hair was short, with soft, baby-fine curls framing her face. There were small, slightly red scars along her left side of her jaw where they’d had to rebuild it. He was amazed at how well the doctor had repaired the damage. While the smaller nose and finely sculpted jaw did change her appearance, he could see the similarities Irene had mentioned. He reached into the drawer and pulled out the wedding picture Nadia Lincoln had placed there.
In the past few weeks he’d seen hundreds of pictures of Nikki Lincoln Hart. He examined the bride in the photograph. She looked happy and carefree. The groom looked stern and possessive. He’d learned a lot about the doctor over the course of the investigation. Life at the Hart house probably hadn’t been all sunshine and roses. He thought of the flowers on the kitchen floor—a peace offering?
There was no doubt Nikki had been a beautiful woman, and she still was in spite of what that monster had done to her. Her sculpted cheekbones might be more pronounced, but weight loss could account for that. Her eyes were closed, but those pleading hazel orbs haunted his sleep each night. What would it be like to see them clear and reflecting the happiness she’d shown on her wedding day? His eyes were drawn to her lips—perfect soft, pink lips begging to be kissed. Suddenly he wanted to kiss her so badly he ached.
Maybe if he did, she’d wake up like Sleeping Beauty.
Now that thought would have Rick rolling on the floor laughing his ass off. Fairy tales are for children, not men like me.
He examined her face again. She’d almost lost the use of her left eye, but it had been repaired and other than a slight swelling and minor bruising still, the difference was unnoticeable. Irene had said the vision was impaired, but millions of people wore glasses. It was no big deal. She didn’t look any older now than the woman in the photograph. Hell of a way to get a facelift.
She moaned, and he moved closer to her.
“It’s okay, Mrs. Hart.”
He reached out his right hand, intending only to offer her comfort, but her hand coiled around his, as it often had, and she seemed to relax. The tension marring her face disappeared. He sat in the chair and started talking as he did most Saturdays.
You can pick up a copy of On His Watch from Amazon
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