It’s done! It’s finished! It’s here! Three of my books have been revised, re-edited, and released. They are better than ever with great new scenes, and more thrills and chills than ever before.
The series started in May with On His Watch.
You can’t outrun the past.
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?
It continued in June with Fire Angel.
Everything happens for a reason.
Criminal profiler Jake McKenzie returned from Afghanistan minus a leg, determined never to let anyone get close enough to hurt him again. When his old friend asks him to help with a serial arsonist case, he jumps at the chance to prove his worth, but as the bodies pile up, he realizes he needs help. He convinces the chief to bring in a fire investigator, stunned to discover that the woman is none other than the girl who vanished from his life twenty years ago.
Alexis Michaels fled Paradise and an abusive uncle only to almost die in a fire that left her scarred not only on the outside, but on the inside, leaving her with psychic abilities. With that gift, she’s climbed to the top of her profession. Her abilities may be the only thing that can find and stop the Fire Angel, a pyromaniac turned revenge arsonist serial killer who’s slowly turning a peaceful town into Hell on Earth. The problem is, to do the job, she has to return to the one place where she swore she would never set foot again.
Faced with confusing emotions and a killer who’s made it clear he wants her to stay out of his business, Alexis must deal with the past before she can move on. But things may get too hot even for her as the Fire Angel moves toward the final act in his revenge drama.
And now, in July, it ends with In Plain Sight
There’s a price to pay 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?
Here’s a sneak peek at the opening scene from In Plain Sight.
“What the hell’s taking so long?” Ryan Spencer mumbled, shivering in the front seat of the limo. November was one of those months when either Lady Autumn was in charge or Old Man Winter flexed his muscles. Today was the latter, and his joints reminded him that while he was no Methuselah, he was no longer a spring chicken either. At least it hadn’t snowed yet, something for which he was grateful.
The diamond motif streetlights came on, and he clenched his teeth. How long before that police cruiser he’d seen fifteen minutes ago made another pass? If it did, they were bound to stop and ask questions. He glanced at the glove compartment knowing the gun inside it would be a problem if someone got nosy. It wasn’t his, but would that matter?
He’d been Kerry Doherty’s driver for more than twenty-five years, taking the old man and now his son—and whoever else he was told to—wherever they wanted to go, waiting patiently in the vehicle until he was needed to drive away again. He knew some of those activities, like today’s, were illegal, but he was well-paid to keep his head down and his mouth shut. He also knew when something wasn’t going according to plan.
At the moment, the acid in his stomach burned a hole in his gut. He needed a cigarette in the worst way, but since the old man had been diagnosed with lung cancer, smoking inside the vehicle was strictly forbidden. He should quit—he’d tried, but…
Flexing his cold fingers, he waited, afraid to run the engine. He kept his head down low, trying not to attract attention, but a car double parked on Diamond and Jewelry Way at six o’clock on a Friday evening—even if it was a chauffeur-driven Rolls—was bound to be noticed.
Money flowed down this street like a damn river of gold, but not everyone got their fair share, and that included Samuel Hershel, the disgruntled nephew of Abraham Hershel, the richest of the diamond merchants, and the one responsible for making him freeze his ass off here watching and waiting. As the youngest nephew, Samuel got the leavings, the dregs of his great uncle’s attention and business, the lion’s share going to Isaac, his eldest brother, something he didn’t think was fair.
Hand shaking, Ryan popped a piece of nicotine gum into his mouth, hoping it might assuage the gnawing inside him, knowing it probably wouldn’t. What kind of idiot had invented leather gloves that didn’t even attempt to keep your hands warm?
Damn kids with their sense of entitlement. Liam, the boss’s son, was the same. No brains, no patience. Get rich quick and be done with it. He didn’t give a damn about how he did it, or who might get hurt in the process. No, he needed to make his own mark on the bloody world, just like his new friend who’d dragged them into this mess.
After working for peanuts for years, Samuel had looked for other opportunities to make money, hanging out at O’Toole’s in Hell’s Kitchen and getting cozy with Liam Doherty, heir-apparent to the Green Shamrocks, currently the most powerful of the Irish mobs in the United States. Six weeks ago, he’d presented baby-boss with what he’d claimed would be the perfect robbery. Ryan had tried to talk him out of it, suggesting he wait until the old man got back, but Kevin O’Hara, Liam’s right-hand man and Kerry’s golden boy, had put him in his place, reminding him that he wasn’t indispensable.
“You’re not the only man who can drive this, boy-o. You can easily be replaced.”
He’d shut his mouth.
Kerry Doherty was back in Ireland visiting Kay, something he’d been doing more often these last few months. Few people knew Liam was a twin, but just after the babies were born, Siobhan Howard, Doherty’s wife, always a fragile woman, had left him, taking the girl with her and leaving him the son. She’d died within the year, but Kerry had honored her wishes, leaving the girl with maternal grandparents who’d taken over her care, raising her away from the Green Shamrocks and the mob. Kerry had stayed away until their deaths five years ago. Since then, he’d worked hard to reestablish himself in his daughter’s life, something Liam hated. Now that he was sick, he wanted to reunite his family, but Liam was dead set against it. With this heist, the boy hoped to prove to the old man that he could handle things on his own.
Ryan had met the girl when he’d accompanied Kerry to Ireland last year. She managed McHale Shipping, a legitimate business with ties all over the world. Her only weakness was that asshole Kevin O’Hara. Kerry had brought him back to the states with him and set him up as Liam’s right-hand man—no doubt to learn the ins and outs in case he decided Liam couldn’t handle things on his own. Why the old man thought that hot-head would keep Liam in line was a mystery. The man had a bellyful of secrets, and when they came out, it would be a sight to behold. He would give anything to be a fly on the wall when Kevin explained about the little wife and the bun in the oven. The man would be lucky to walk away with his balls intact.
Glancing at his watch, Ryan frowned. He’d been here more than twenty-five minutes. Had that schmuck Samuel screwed up in some way? If he had, the 30 percent he was supposed to net from this would be zero in no time, and he’d be lucky to stay out of the East River. It was none of his business—he was just a driver as Kevin kept reminding him—but he had a really bad feeling about this. Now that he looked around, he realized the street was too quiet for a mid-November evening. Where were the early Christmas shoppers? Even the patrol car should’ve been back by now.
Nerves frayed, unable to stand the craving a second longer, he spat the gum into the ashtray and got out of the car, leaning against the vehicle, his breath teasing him with smoke-like puffs, as his frozen fingers fought to pull a cigarette from the pack.
Where was everyone? For days, he, Kevin, and Liam had cased the building, driving along 47th Street, walking the block-long sidewalk, checking out the storefronts, rubbing elbows with youths in yarmulkes, older bearded men in black suits and black hats, women, heads covered, dressed as if it was still the fifties and not the twenty-first century, and of course, the Hasidic Jews with their long curls, the pe’ah of the Bible, the injunction against shaving the corners of their heads, hanging proudly beneath their round, fur shtreimels.
Samuel had chosen the date and time to coincide with Shabbat. Abraham and Isaac never missed Temple and had started leaving him in charge of the skeleton staff at work about two months ago, after the store’s longtime manager had retired—not the promotion he’d wanted—a definite step down from assistant diamond merchant to glorified clerk, and the insult that tipped the scale. He would get what was rightfully his, one way or another. The old man might not even report it. Hell, according to Samuel, half the damn stones were of questionable origin anyway. You didn’t get as rich as Midas by playing by the rules.
Kevin, with Samuel and Liam’s help, had worked out the supposedly perfect plan. Liam had gone into the store, dressed to the nines, with his “bodyguards” standing beside him as if he had need of protection, to look at diamonds. Samuel had assured them that Abraham might be torn by the sight of the rich foreigner with money to spend, but as was his custom, he would leave him to see to this new customer after the traditional mazel and brucha handshake promising to deal with him personally next time.
Samuel should’ve unlocked the vault as soon as the men left, removed the tray of stones, and Liam would’ve pulled the gun on him, forcing him back to the vault where he, Sean, and Kevin would’ve cleaned it out before pistol whipping the ungrateful little bastard and locking him inside along with his clerks. When Samuel didn’t make it home, someone would come looking for him.
The little schmuck would be all over himself apologizing, and if he fooled his uncle into thinking he had nothing to do with it, things would go well indeed. Who wouldn’t want a diamond merchant in his pocket? And as Ryan had heard Kevin and Liam discuss, if anything were to happen to Isaac or Abraham—Liam could be looking at the goose who’d laid the golden egg.
Ryan had just finished his cigarette when the sound of gunfire erupted from the building.
“Son of a bitch,” he cursed, tossing the butt on the ground.
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Have a wonderful weekend. Summer is here!