Good morning and welcome to this week’s Midweek Tease. A lot has happened this month, including the official takeover of Crimson Romance by Simon & Schuster. Interestingly enough, that change came with all new ASIN numbers for my Crimson books sold at Amazon.UK
This month, all of my standalone titles are on sale for 1.99 USD. I thought this morning I would share a bit from In Plain Sight again.
Here’s the blurb:
In life, you pay a price for everything you do. Widowed, her dream of starring on Broadway in ashes at her feet, Misty Starr yearns for a happy, healthy, normal life for herself and her four-year-old daughter, Debbie. Settled in Pine Falls, New York, a sleepy little town filled with friendly people, she believes she’s found it and feels safe enough to sing in an amateur theater revival of Jesus Christ Superstar. She’ll do anything to keep this life even if it is built on lies, because revealing her secret is impossible. When Nick Anthony joins the cast as music director, Misty is attracted to the man who stirs up feelings she thought long dead, but can love grow on a bed of deceit?
A former concert pianist and secret CIA courier, Nick lives in darkness ever since the accident that killed his wife. The doctors say there’s nothing wrong with his vision, so why can’t he see? Hiding from his former life, he reluctantly agrees to help with the musical and is drawn to the young singer with the voice of an angel. When a mysterious fire destroys her home, Nick vows to keep her and her daughter safe. After one suspicious event leads to another, Nick is determined to protect them from an unknown assassin, but in order to do that, he needs to know her secrets. With his money and connections, he’ll do whatever it takes to save the woman he loves, but does she love him enough to reveal the truth?
This week’s tease:
Nick pressed his lips against Misty’s hair. She felt so good in his arms, as if she belonged there. He found himself wishing she did. What would life have been like if he’d met her before he’d met Rebecca? Would the child in the clinic now have been his? Would they be supporting one another or blaming one another for what had happened? No, Misty would never blame someone to avoid taking responsibility for her actions; she wasn’t Rebecca. She didn’t have a mean bone in her body.
He inhaled Misty’s scent, and a primeval need to protect her flooded him. Until this moment, he hadn’t realized he’d do anything he could for her and the child she loved so intensely. He didn’t understand how or why, but he knew he cared for this woman more deeply than he’d ever cared for anyone. He’d thought he’d loved Rebecca, but the feelings he’d had for her paled in comparison to the way he felt now. It wasn’t logical. It wasn’t rational, but it was powerful and compelling. He might be blind, but he had a fortune and a small army of trained people to call on to keep her safe.
He didn’t know why she needed to assume the blame for the fire, but he knew that the possibility she might not be responsible terrified her. What was she hiding? How could he help her if he didn’t understand the problem?
What he wouldn’t give to have his sight again. The doctors he’d consulted, among the best in the world, all agreed there was no physical reason why he couldn’t see, but they were wrong; they had to be. How could he be blind if there was nothing wrong with his eyes? Conversion disorder, they called it; what the hell was that? A mental and emotional rather than a physical reason for an ailment? It was all bullshit. Did they really believe it was all in his head? He might have been distraught and depressed after the accident, might have blamed himself, but he was fine now, so why couldn’t he see? Did they really think he wanted to be blind? Did they think he really wanted to keep punishing himself this way? Dammit! He wanted to see! And now, because of Misty, he had more reason than ever to want his vision restored.
He opened his eyes each morning, hoping somehow the blackness of the purgatory in which he found himself would be gone. The accident hadn’t been his fault. He knew that, didn’t he?
When Rebecca had called him in London to tell him about the baby and her plans to “take care of it,” he’d pleaded with her to wait until his tour was over, a week at best, so they could talk about it. When he’d returned from his tour, he’d gone directly to her opening and, seeing her with champagne in her glass, had known his flesh and blood was gone. Rebecca had laughed at him, calling him all kinds of a fool if he’d really expected her to ruin her body and her career for some brat.
She’d had a few drinks, and he should have insisted on driving. Why had she even told him about the child in the first place if she’d intended to get rid of it? Because that was the way Rebecca operated. She found your sore spot and cut away at it with a rusty, serrated blade, hoping to inflict the maximum amount of pain. He’d made no secret of the fact that he’d wanted a child.
He’d been so angry, ready to kill her for what she’d done so callously. He’d almost refused to get into the car with her, but unlike her, the last thing he’d wanted was to make a scene in public. She’d loved any and all publicity, and while his name frequently appeared in the press, he’d liked to keep his private life private.
He’d asked for a divorce the minute she’d pulled out onto the street. She’d laughed at him in that heartless way she had. He’d never forget her words or the venom in her voice.
“I’ll divorce you when I’m good and ready, not a minute sooner. Being married to the famous Nico Antoni is still good for my career. When you’re no longer an asset, I’ll throw you to the wolves, but I promise, when I do, there’ll be precious little left of your fortune or your career. When I’m done with my toys, they’re only fit for the garbage. Ask Laura.”
“You bloody bitch!” he’d cried, “I’ll see you in hell before you’ll get anything. I’ll call my lawyer in the morning.”
She’d thrown her head back and laughed, taking her eyes off the road. She hadn’t seen the truck crossing the median, heading straight toward them. He’d yelled, but it had been too late. Rebecca was dead. And he was blind.
He blinked his sightless eyes, the familiar sadness that came with memories of Rebecca and his unborn child were held at bay by the warmth and softness of the woman in his arms. Rebecca and the unknown child were gone—dead and buried. Misty was alive and breathing in his arms. Micah had indicated that she might still be mourning Trent, but she had Debbie to console her, and he’d make sure that when she was ready to let another man into her life, it would be him. He’d do whatever he could for them now to earn her friendship and gratitude. As soon as he could, he’d take the relationship to the next level. For the first time in a long time, he felt free.
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