Good morning–I’m a little late today because I celebrated my birthday yesterday. Judging by the way I feel, I must’ve had a hell of a time! Today, I bring you another tease from my latest book, No Good Deed.
Here’s the blurb–apologies to those looking for spice. I don’t rock that way. Maybe in the next one.
Psychological chills and thrills are woven around a heartwarming love story in this action-packed romantic suspense novel.
Escaping from her abusive fiancé, Alexa O’Brien pulls into a gas station only to walk in on an execution. She’s in protective custody until she can identify Nicoli Zabat, Montreal’s mob boss, at his trial. But her safe house has been compromised, setting in motion a dangerous cat-and-mouse game.
Lieutenant Mike Delorme on the Sûreté Du Québec has spent the last eighteen months undercover in narcotics to take down Zabat, the man he blames for the death of his wife and unborn child. He doesn’t have the interest or patience to babysit a woman whose memory isn’t clear—but he’ll carry out his assignment to show the brass he’s a team player.
As Mike and Alexa dodge danger, it appears she’s in deeper than merely being in the wrong place at the wrong time. When the mafia hit she witnessed is revealed to be just the tip of an international terrorist’s plot, they must rely on each other to survive—but only if they can learn to trust their instincts and let love map out their next move.
Sensuality Level: Behind Closed Doors
Alexa glanced anxiously at the clock. It was after ten. She huffed out a frustrated breath. If she didn’t get going, Ms. Personality on the desk would probably demand another eighty dollars. The longer she stayed here, the more likely it was that Richard would discover she’d escaped. He’d probably called by now, but she’d left her cell phone, and everything else he’d given her, in their bedroom.
As the wind had howled and the sleet and snow lashed the windows, she’d immersed herself in the old paperback she’d found in the nightstand under the French Bible. By early afternoon, the storm had stopped, and she’d hoped to catch four hours of sleep. Unfortunately, she’d made it eight, which was why she was running late.
Despite the tub’s despicable condition, she opted to shower to clear her head. As she washed, something dropped onto her, sending her scrambling naked out of the bathroom, squawking in as big a panic as any hen with a fox in the roost. Nude, wet, cold, and shivering, she grabbed her shoe and went back to destroy the monsters and felt like a fool when she realized her spiders were nothing more than flakes of paint from the ceiling, not the clear, whitish spiders she occasionally found in the kitchen or bathroom at home.
Using both hands, she shoved her damp hair off her face and pulled it into a low ponytail. She’d dressed in clean clothes, but already the odors in the room infiltrated everything. Time to get back out there and hope the cold would get rid of the stench.
Inching open the drapes, she smiled. This was more like it. Stars sparkled in the clear night sky and four-foot snowbanks lined the road. She’d given herself four days to get to the Newfoundland ferry terminal, but after two of them, she was still on the western outskirts of Montreal, a good fifteen driving hours away from where she needed to be. Since she didn’t dare travel during the day and had lost six hours of driving time tonight, it was going to be tight.
Closing the curtains, she inhaled deeply, regretting it as the stale tobacco smoke made her cough, the aftertaste lingering in her mouth.
Her stomach growled. The bag of chips, chocolate bar, and two cans of ginger ale she’d gotten from the vending machines before she ran out of change hardly constituted a balanced diet. While she craved a decent meal, most of the restaurants were closed now, and she wasn’t up for another greasy burger and fries.
Footfalls outside her room froze her in place. They were coming this way. Since the last room was already occupied—and judging by the squeaking bed, so were its occupants—there was no reason for anyone to be out there, especially at this time of night. Fear gnawing at her insides, she scrambled to find a place to hide, squatting down beside the bed, her gaze fixed on the door.
A single sheet of yellow paper shimmied under it before the footsteps moved on. She exhaled heavily, shoved the chair to the side, and picked up the flyer for L’hibou noir, a twenty-four-hour convenience store and gas bar. She dropped down on the edge of the bed. Her hands trembled.
She was jumping at shadows. It had only been some kid delivering flyers. Hell of a way to earn a few dollars. She glanced at the notice once more. Perhaps she should stop there for fuel and get tea and a couple of muffins before heading out. Since the car was down to a quarter of a tank, she wouldn’t get far unless she did.
After packing her meager possessions, she donned the secondhand winter jacket she’d bought at the Salvation Army in Kingston two days ago, put on a baseball cap, and pulled the brim down low. Her shoes were still damp, and her feet would be wet and frozen in no time.
Once she’d dropped her room key into the box in the motel office, she scanned the parking lot to make sure she was alone before crossing to her car. How long would she keep looking over her shoulder like this?
She turned the key in the ignition. The engine coughed twice before starting, and she let out a sigh of relief. While the heater did its job on the windshield, she brushed the sticky snow from the rest of the sedan. Ten minutes later, her feet wet and cold, she got into the car and drove off in search of L’hibou noir.
No Good Deed is available from:
Simon and Schuster: http://www.simonandschuster.ca/books/No-Good-Deed/Susanne-Matthews/9781507205631
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