MidWeek Tease: Because You Asked, A Bit More From On His Watch

midweekteaseHello and welcome to another exciting hump day mid week tease. I’m putting this together late Tuesday night because I’m pulling Grandma duty this week. School starts on September 2, but there is no Daycare available this week, so Grandpa and I have stepped up to the plate. That being said, Sandra had a few mechanical difficulties this week, so I’m posting last week’s list and adding two new authors to the group. Make sure you stop off and visit Danielle Doolittle and Meredith Daniels.

On His Watch was released last week and I’m awed by the reviews it’s gotten so far. The Reading Cafe began it’s review with: Move over Alfred Hitchcock, this wonderful suspense/romance is a must read if you love action and romance all in an incredibly well written bundle! If I could rate this truly…this would be off my scale!   Night  Owl Reviews gave it five stars and made it a top pick: This story was very moving … I truly recommend this book and it was a great read.

Book Blurb:

On His WatchWhat 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?

 

Buy links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/His-Watch-Susanne-Matthews-ebook/dp/B00MIMHNFI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1407754755&sr=8-1&keywords=on+his+watch

Kobo:  http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/on-his-watch

Barnes and Nobles: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/on-his-watch-susanne-matthews/1120082647?ean=9781440584398

 This weeks tease:

She floats on a blood red sea of fire. Pain, so much pain. There’s nothing here but agony. Something forces air into her aching chest and sucks it out again. Hot knives stab her brain. This torture is unbearable. What has she done to deserve this suffering? 

She wants to open her eyes. She needs to tell someone something important, but her mouth won’t cooperate. Her body no longer obeys her commands. Instead it sinks and bobs up again in this ocean of agony. Make it stop, make it go away. 

A body drifts over to hers, its large brown eyes open, condemning her. “Why did you let this happen?” it asks before sinking beneath the surface. A smaller body bobs up, lets out a mewling cry, and disappears. Dead mice float all around her, and she tries to get away from them, but she can’t move. The Cheshire cat grins at her and drops more vermin carcasses into the sea.

A fire-scarred demon, wearing a necklace of diamonds and blood-red-tipped fingers, rises Poseidon-like out of the water, sneers at her, and walks away, a metal instrument clutched in its clawed hand. 

Strange voices yell disconnected phrases into the gloom. “This is all your fault … You asked for this, bitch … If you hadn’t mollycoddled him like that, I wouldn’t have to discipline him … Dogs are vile creatures. I won’t have them in my house … So, you like it rough … It’s what our employer said to write … There’s no one upstairs.”

She flinches at each phrase as if the words are on the end of a whip, branding her with each stroke. Other voices speak from far away, their words low and garbled. The torturous ocean swallows them and leaves only their faint echo behind. 

The sea bubbles once more, and her fear intensifies. He’s coming for her. A black-haired demon walks along the surface coming closer and closer. She tries to flee. The pain he’ll inflict will be more than she can endure. Her body is a seething mass of confusion, fear, and anguish. Is this Hell? He reaches out a skeletal hand and grips her shoulder. Cold fills her, and the pain increases. She can’t take much more of this. Suddenly, it’s gone. Warmth fills her. He’s back. He’ll keep the monsters away. 

She fought her way out of the emptiness surrounding her. She’d tried to do it earlier, but there’d been so much pain that she’d descended into the oblivion of nothingness again, where the demons chased her and the angel came and comforted her. She moaned softly, and the sound vanished into the hiss of noises filling the room. She was stiff and sore, as if she’d been in the same position for an eternity. She opened her eyes, but the left one didn’t want to cooperate. The bright light hurt, and she closed her eyes once more.

She ached, and the pain seemed concentrated in her left hand and inside her head, like the worst hangover she could imagine. That must have been quite a party—why didn’t she remember it? Just how much did she drink?

And what the hell did she do to her hand? It was rigid, throbbed like the dickens, and she didn’t seem to be able to move her fingers. She slowly opened her eyes again, looked down, and found her hand encased in a plaster cast. She tried to turn her head, but her neck was stiff, and the slight motion sent pins and needles careening through her body and stabbing pain through her skull.

What the hell happened to me?

The room wasn’t familiar, but she recognized it for what it was—a private room in a hospital. She slowly forced her head to turn to the left and stared at a white-haired woman sitting in the chair under the window, holding rosary beads, her head bent in prayer. There was nothing familiar about this person, and when she tried to think about it, her head ached even more. 

“Water.” She forced the word from her dry throat. If the woman was going to hang around here, she might as well be useful. 

The woman jumped to her feet. “Nicole! Nicole, you’re awake, honey? The doctor said you’d wake up today, but I didn’t dare hope.”

Nicole? Who the hell’s Nicole?

I hope you enjoyed this little snippet. Now, stop over and visit the other great teasers this week. 

1. Sandra Bunino

2. The Reese Ryan Diaries

3. Kiru Taye Writes

4. Essence Write

5. Scandalous Stories

6. S. J. Maylee

7. Erin M. Leaf

8. Living the Dream

9. Siobhan Muir

10. Flirty & Feisty Romance Blog

11. Doris O’Connor

12. Carlene Love Flores

13. London’s Scribbles

14. Meredith Daniels

15. Raven McAllan

16. Danielle Doolittle

17. Lucy Felthouse

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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