The last two weeks, I’ve taken the opportunity to introduce my new novel On His Watch to be released August 18th. I’ve gotten some great feedback on it so far, so I thought I’d give you one last taste. You’ve met Nikki and Jason, now here’s a bit about the situation
The Blurb to remind you:
What starts as a quiet evening alone watching football turns into the night from hell for FBI agent Jason Spark, who is covering sheriff duties for his honeymooning brother. He thought the 911 call was a butt dial but instead stepped into a bloodbath, complete with writing on the wall. It’s a scene straight out of a slasher movie—a dead physician, his son, and his wife so badly beaten, it’ll be a miracle if Nikki Hart survives.
When Nikki Hart awakes from a coma, she’s terrified. She doesn’t know her name, recognize her face, or remember anything about herself and her past. She clings to the memory of the angel who comforted her in her darkest moments, but no one in the world she wakes up in resembles the good guy.
Evidence in the case leads Jason to The Butcher, a hired assassin usually contracted by the Sicilian mob, a man who doesn’t quit until the job’s done. News of Nikki’s recovery puts her in the killer’s sights again. Jason will do whatever it takes to protect the woman he’s learning to love. But can he save her from a vicious killer intent on earning his million dollar fee and his employer bent on revenge?
And when the smoke clears, can Nikki ever forgive the secret role he played in her injuries?
This week’s tease:
Five minutes later, Jason pulled up in front of the brick and clapboard two-story house and turned off the siren. The garage door was open, and a late model BMW was parked inside next to a small minivan. The outside porch light was on, as were those on the main level and the one in the room upstairs. He took the steps to the veranda two at a time. He admired the porch swing hanging from the ceiling. Rick should have one of these. He’d talk to Junior down at the lumber store and see if he could buy him one as a wedding present. He’d have to think about moving on soon—either going back to work or retiring and starting a new career. His six month sick leave was almost up. The last thing newlyweds needed was a crusty, unemployed bachelor invading their privacy.
The lush baskets of flowers beside the doors bespoke a green thumb. The place was neat and tidy—well cared for as his mother would have said. Even the kids’ bikes were standing straight in their rack. Kids well trained or is it Mom? From what he remembered of the doctor, the man was fastidious and would insist on everything just so. He’d never been in such an orderly medical clinic in his life. Even the magazines had been lined up and stacked according to date.
The doorbell rang loudly, easily heard through the open living room windows. Jason frowned. The sheer curtains blew into the room. It was windy and cool out. Why hadn’t they shut the windows? If they’d gone for a walk, they’d have locked up the house. Larosa might be safe, but people still had to be careful. The hair on the nape of his neck stood on end.
Something was wrong here—something was very wrong. He went down the steps and walked over to the garage. He didn’t notice anyone in either car but, through force of habit, he walked over to check them. The minivan was closest, and it was empty and locked. He moved over to the silver BMW and cursed, choking on the wad of gum he swallowed in his surprise.
Through the open window, he saw the doctor lying in a pool of blood in the backseat. Jason didn’t have to touch the body to know he was dead. The man’s throat had been slit from one side to the other, almost deep enough to decapitate him, his face contorted in pain, his mouth taped shut. Every one of the man’s fingers had been cut off.
“Son of a bitch!” He pulled out his gun.
Why hadn’t he moved his ass? Why had he assumed it was nothing? Hadn’t he learned not to jump to conclusions? Rick was wrong. He wasn’t ready to get back to work; hell, he might never be, and now he’d have this on his conscience, too. Jason stared at the blood on the door knob of the door leading into the house and reached for his cell phone.
The time display read 9:45. Whatever he found in there was his fault, his alone. He continued to stare at the door, knowing he’d have to go inside, terrified of what he was sure he’d see. He listened to the call ring. When he heard Molly’s voice, he cut her off.
“Molly, get Buck over here and try to get hold of Pete. We need everybody on the job now. Have Lisa stay on patrol, but don’t let her come anywhere near the place. Get the state troopers on the line and have them send a forensic team here as well as backup. Call the coroner. We’ve got a massacre on our hands.”
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