Midweek Tease: From My New WIP!His Christmas Family

Good morning. Welcome to today’s Midweek Tease made possible by the wonderful Angelica Dawson.

As is my habit, when I finish one book, I start another. His Christmas Family, which I hope to release December 15th, is the product of two short stories, Her Christmas Hero,  and The Best Day Ever.  If you read either one, this scene is one that made the transition from the short story to the novel.

Blurb for His Christmas Family

His Christmas FamilyTen years ago, Lee Ostler lost his wife and children to a drunk driver just a few days before Thanksgiving. Suffering from survivor’s guilt, Lee blames himself, existing, not living, and refuses to celebrate the holidays. Running into the girl he admired in high school may be just the thing to crack the ice around his heart. Setting aside his pain and misery, he will do whatever he must to put a smile on her face again.

Life has dealt Laurie Wilson a lot of blows, but this year, the widowed mother of four has hit rock bottom. How will she give her children a magical Christmas when the cupboard’s bare, her wallet’s empty, she can’t work, and may well lose the roof over their heads? She needs a miracle, and if he happens to be the former high school quarterback she was too terrified to even speak to, this might turn out to be a Christmas to remember.

Here is your scene and today’s tease:

Pulling up the collar on her coat, head bent against the sleet, Laurie hurried out of the bank and collided head-on with two men, knocking the folded newspaper out of one man’s hand, landing on her backside on the cold, wet ground, her phone spinning out of her hand, her glasses askew on her face, and the contents of her broken purse spilling out all around them. Ignoring the icky wetness seeping through her coat into her body, she straightened her glasses, smudging the lenses with her wet gloves, reached for her useless bag, and stuffed her belongings inside it along with enough mud and water to make sure everything was ruined.

“Are you hurt, my dear?” the older of the two men asked as the younger one stepped in front of him.

“You, again,” the man growled, sounding more annoyed than concerned, freezing her in place. “That’s the second time you bump into me today. If you’re hellbent on getting my attention, you’ve got it. I’ll take responsibility for the first, but don’t you know how dangerous it is to text and walk, especially in this weather?”

Mortified, what little gumption Laurie had died when she looked up into the familiar eyes that went with the gruff voice berating her. Lee looked down at her, his scowl firmly in place.

Just what I need. Make a fool of myself in front of him, not once but twice on the same day.

Beside him stood Mr. Granger, the bank manager, whose assistant had been reluctant to authorize the mortgage and had only relented when her mother had agreed to cosign for it. What would he think of the mess she was in now? Third payment due, and she had to get money from her credit card to pay it. This didn’t bode well for the future.

Since she was blocking the way in and out of the bank, she’d amassed quite a crowd, further adding to her humiliation. She swallowed her tears. She would not cry—not here, not now.

Reluctantly reaching for the outstretched hand, she allowed Lee to help her up, ignoring the electricity coursing through her at his touch.

“I’m so sorry. You’re right of course,” she babbled, trying to wipe the muddy mess off her coat before it stained and sending the disgusting mixture onto his navy overcoat. “I should’ve been paying attention, I—”

“Stop,” Lee ordered, cutting off her apology. “Just leave it. You’re making things worse.”

Laurie looked up at the splotches of mud she’d sent flying onto his coat. “I’m so sorry.” Before she disgraced herself any further, bottom lip trembling, she turned and hurried away from him and the bank manager, slipping and sliding in her rush. The last thing she needed today was to fall and break something else, but she couldn’t stand there under that accusing gaze a second longer.

She managed to make it back to her vehicle, just as the skies opened once more.

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#MidWeekTease December 5, 2018


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Midweek Tease:A Last Peek at Murder & Mistletoe

MWTease15Welcome to this week’s midweek tease. November is almost over. It seems time has sped by at a remarkable pace this year. Only 4 weeks left before we welcome 2019!  To close off the year and usher in the holiday season, I bring you another tease from Murder & Mistletoe.

Thanks to Angelica Dawson and all of the wonderful talented authors who take part in this blog hop each week.

Murder & Mistletoe is a Christmas romance but one with a unexpected twist.

Enjoy.

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Going home for Christmas can be deadly.
Candy Kayne agrees to go to Black Oaks, the Georgia plantation her ancestor reluctantly left after the Civil War, to meet the family she’s never known and help Steve set a trap for his wife’s killer. Even the wildest tales have a kernel of truth in them and as she learns more about the family’s history, she realizes that coming here may have been the biggest mistake of her life.
Losing Amy almost destroyed Steve Anderson, but when Candy steps into his life, her sweetness chases the dark gloom away. But when he realizes the man who murdered his wife may have set his sights on Candy, he’ll do whatever he has to in order to keep her safe.

Here is your tease:

Steve moved closer to the wheelchair, his gaze fixed on the blackened chest. “Where did you get that? We removed all the things we could find from the shelves and cupboards.” His brow furrowed deeper, the twinges of a headache dancing in his temples. “Was it yours? Did you leave it there as a kid?”

“No.” Luke cradled the box. “Had I known it was there, I would’ve retrieved it years ago, and if I had … The firemen found it a few days after the fire when they were checking for structural integrity. It was between the floor boards in the bedroom above the library next to the vent they’d cut for the fire. They turned it over to the investigators. Special Agent Winston brought it over to me thinking it had nothing to do with the arson. He couldn’t be more wrong. That house still harbors secrets.” He looked up, his gaze freezing Steve in place. “And I’m not the only one who knows it. Someone murdered Amy because of it.”

Steve’s blood pooled in his feet, leaving him cold. He hadn’t told anyone about what Harvey had said, and he doubted the agent would’ve offered that information to his uncle. How did he know she’d been murdered?

Moving over to the bar, he splashed scotch into a glass, drained it, letting its heat burn away the ice surrounding his heart. He poured an inch of the amber liquor into the crystal tumbler and carried it to the chair next to the old man, dropping into it when his legs wouldn’t hold him up any longer.

“Go on,” he growled, fighting to keep his pain and anger hidden. “I don’t know how you know my wife was murdered, but if you know who killed her, why haven’t you told Winston?” If he held the glass any tighter, it would shatter.

“It’s not that simple,” the old man admitted, his eyes downcast. “I don’t know exactly who killed her, but I know why she was killed. The person who did it was looking for this among other things.” Luke rubbed his hand along the top of the box, residual soot staining his fingers. “I’ve learned over the years that even the most farfetched stories have a kernel of truth in them.” He raised his head and held the box out to him. “Leon had to break the lock. Have a look inside.”

Curious, Steve placed his glass on the table and opened the chest, revealing not the shiny rocks and antique toys he’d expected but a black velvet bag and a small book. From the size of it, it was a diary. He opened the bag first. Inside was a double strand of diamonds separated by a row of pearls with a tear-shaped emerald at the clasp. He gasped.

“Where do these come from? They can’t be real.”

“Six months ago, I made a choice I’ve come to regret,” Luke said, his voice raspy with unshed tears. “For better or worse, I have to pursue it to the end, and I need your help to do it. I decided it was time to collate the Kayne family history. I was fifteen when my grandfather, Ezra Kayne, the founder of Kayne Consolidated, died. As a child, I used to sit on the floor at his feet for hours while he told me tales of his youth. He often mentioned his grandfather, Tobias, who raised him, since his own father died at Appomattox. We’ve always known the captain was a cruel taskmaster with a vicious temper. One of the stories Grandpa told me centered around Amelia’s Tears, a diamond and pearl necklace Tobias gave his wife after the war, a visual memorial of the sons the conflict had taken from her.”

“This necklace?” He held it up, the gems sparkling in the light. “Diamonds and pearls in 1865?” Steve raised his eyebrows. “That makes no sense. No one had the kind of money needed for something like this when the country was trying to heal and the South was reeling under taxes and poverty, straining to rebuild and make ends meet.”

 

Murder & Mistletoe is available from all Amazon stores and is free to read on KU. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07K27QSLD

or at Amazon.uk

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MidWeekTease November 28, 2018


Midweek Tease: Release Day for Murder & Mistletoe

MWTease15Happy Thanksgiving to my American readers. I wish you a day of family togetherness and fun.for a fun family reunion.

Welcome to this week’s Midweek Tease and Release Day for Murder & Mistletoe, my holiday romance suspense. If you’re a fan of my suspense novels, I know you’re going to love this one. What’s not to love? There’s missing treasure, murder, a spooky old mansion, and a greedy relative who just doesn’t know how to share and play nice! All the ingredients needed for a fun family reunion.

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It’s especially wonderful to see author Doris O’Connor her again.  Let’s hope her health continues to improve.

Many thanks to Angelica Dawson for making this weekly bog hop possible.

The blurb:

Going home for Christmas can be deadly.
Candy Kayne agrees to go to Black Oaks, the Georgia plantation her ancestor reluctantly left after the Civil War, to meet the family she’s never known and help Steve set a trap for his wife’s killer. Even the wildest tales have a kernel of truth in them and as she learns more about the family’s history, she realizes that coming here may have been the biggest mistake of her life.
Losing Amy almost destroyed Steve Anderson, but when Candy steps into his life, her sweetness chases the dark gloom away. But when he realizes the man who murdered his wife may have set his sights on Candy, he’ll do whatever he has to in order to keep her safe.

This week’s tease follows those of the last three weeks.

The minister stopped speaking. What had he said? Had he spoken about Amy’s kind heart? Had he mentioned how her smiles lit up the room and made him feel like the luckiest man on earth? Had he mourned the angel child who would never brighten the world around her?

Hand in hand, he and his son approached the mound and stepped close enough to each drop two red roses—red for love—into the open grave onto the oak box filled with ashes.

Their unborn daughter had needed an identity, needed to be acknowledged even if she’d never drawn a breath. So many stones in this cemetery bore the name Amelia. Giving the accursed name to a child who would never see the light of day couldn’t hurt anyone.

Scotty, auburn-haired like him but with his mother’s hazel eyes, whimpered at his side, his body trembling. He squeezed the boy’s hand. They wouldn’t forget—that was impossible—but they both had to move on. He’d never given much thought to the afterlife, but if there was one, then Amy had earned her reward, and knowing her as he did, not even death could stop her from keeping an eye on them. He wouldn’t let her down.

Dazed with grief, he stood and watched as other family members dropped roses into the hole and then came over to express their condolences.

“Hang in there,” Michael said, pulling him into a bear hug. “We’ll get through this.”

Steve nodded. “I wanted to thank you for being there that day … It meant a lot.”

“Don’t. We’re family, real family. If there’s anything you want, anything I can do, just ask. I can’t stay any longer, but you know how to reach me.” Shoulders bent as if he too carried the weight of the world, Michael moved away and headed to his car.

“I’m so sorry, Steve,” Naomi, his cousin Beau Lascelle’s wife, pulled him into a fierce hug. “I loved Amy like a sister. Harvey’s promised to keep me in the loop, and I plan to do some digging myself. When we find this bastard, I’ll prosecute him with everything in me. Then, when the time comes for justice to be served, I’ll sit right beside you when they stick the needle into his arm and send him straight to hell.”

“And I’ll be there, too, right next to my lovely bride, getting justice for Amy,” Beau slurred, the smell of alcohol wafting off of him even though it wasn’t yet ten in the morning.

Naomi sighed. “Beau, for heaven’s sake, try to get hold of yourself.”

“For you, my dear, anything.” He turned to him, and reached for his hand, gripping it with both of his.  “Steve, whatever I can do.” He pursed his lips, nodded, and walked away.

“I’m sorry,” Naomi shook her head. “Losing the baby was hard on us, and now Amy … They were so close … she introduced us.” Tears shimmered in her eyes. “If he doesn’t stop drinking, his grave will be the next one dug here.”

A vicious gust of wind swirled, tossing up dirt into their faces, shrouding them in a fine red mist, forcing them to close their eyes. When the dust settled, he looked down at the petite attorney once more.

“They were closer than he is to his own sister,” he agreed. “Give him time.”

But time won’t help me. Nothing will.

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MidWeekTease November 21, 2018


Midweek Tease: More from Murder & Mistletoe

MWTease15Hello and welcome to the Midweek Tease. I’m a week away from the release date for this book and thought I would continue to share from its opening chapter. Thanks to Angelica Dawson and all the fine writers who make this blog possible.

I have recently discovered that due to Amazon’s strange way of doing things, many of my books, available in kindle format, are not showing up on my Amazon.com author page and this is incredibly frustrating for me.  I hope you understand that this is out of my control.  So far, I believe Murder & Mistletoe is visible. Fingers crossed it stays that way!

Enjoy!

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July 18th

Rain, rain, and still more rain. It seemed as if the sun hadn’t shone since he’d lost Amy. The wind howled, its eerie mournful sound raising goosebumps as the unseasonable cold burrowed deep into his bones. Water dripped from the mistletoe on the ash tree in the cemetery, the gentle plops on his umbrella strangely soothing. Scotty clutched his arm, his shoulders quaking.

The last month had been sheer hell. Because of the circumstances, a full police investigation had been launched into the fire, meaning they’d had to sit on their hands and wait for the body to be released.

The authorities had been forced to use dental records to identify Amy, her corpse so badly charred that the coroner refused to let him see it. No closure, no final goodbye. Harvey Winston, an old friend from school and now the Special Agent in Charge for the Georgia Bureau of Investigations for the region had visited the house a week ago. His words reverberated inside Steve’s head in a never-ending chorus and would haunt him the rest of his days.

“Steve, I know this won’t be much comfort, but Amy didn’t suffer. They found her in the library under a bookshelf. According to the medical examiner, her skull was crushed and death would’ve been instantaneous, but it wasn’t because of the bookshelf. There was granite dust embedded in her skull. Whoever did this must’ve expected the place to be empty, and when she surprised him, he killed her. We’ll pull out all the stops to find the one responsible. It was probably a robbery gone wrong with the fire set in order to cover it up. There were a lot of chemicals in the house that would fetch a high price on the black market. We’re keeping the actual cause of her death quiet while we investigate. Maybe we’ll smoke the bastard out. We’ve got fences on the look out for antique frames and light fixtures—there wasn’t much left in there to steal—but I won’t get your hopes up too high. The fire destroyed whatever evidence the killer might’ve left. I’m sorry. This might take a while to solve, but by God, we’ll do it. By the way, we didn’t find her cellphone. We’ve got technicians watching to see if it comes on, but so far nothing. I’ll keep you posted.”

Guilt had swamped him. Not an accident as Michael had suggested. Nor was it Jeremy’s ghosts and the damn family curse, but a flesh and blood killer. If he’d been there, he could’ve protected his wife. The coward who’d struck her wouldn’t have even attempted the robbery with him around. He should’ve asked David to take Scotty to that game, but Amy had gone on and on about father-son time. If only he hadn’t given in to her.

He and his son were staying at Magnolia Hills with Jeremy and Celia, well away from the ruins, unable to live in Mistletoe Manor, the home Amy had designed for them before Scott was born—there was just too much of her there, too many memories to consume them. Next week, he would move into a newly renovated house along the Fargo Road. He couldn’t bear the thought of living on the plantation a second longer.

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#MidWeekTease November 14, 2018


 

Midweek Tease: More from Murder & Mistletoe

MWTease15Good morning and happy November.

As we move toward the end of this year, the weather is still crazy. Let’s hope for better things to come. Thanks to the lovely Angelia Dawson for making this weekly blog possible. If you’re a writer and would like to join us, message me for the linky link!

This morning, I will give you another peek at the opening scene from Murder & Mistletoe, my new Christmas Romance Suspense.

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Going home for Christmas can be deadly.
Candy Kayne agrees to go to Black Oaks, the Georgia plantation her ancestor reluctantly left after the Civil War, to meet the family she’s never known and help Steve set a trap for his wife’s killer. Even the wildest tales have a kernel of truth in them and as she learns more about the family’s history, she realizes that coming here may have been the biggest mistake of her life.
Losing Amy almost destroyed Steve Anderson, but when Candy steps into his life, her sweetness chases the dark gloom away. But when he realizes the man who murdered his wife may have set his sights on Candy, he’ll do whatever he has to in order to keep her safe.

Here’s this week’s tease.

Claiming the house had an outstanding bone structure and swearing she could see the beauty and majesty of its heyday, Amy had put her heart and soul into this project—her labor of love. Pain stabbed so deep that he expected to see blood gushing from his chest. How was he going to tell his six-year-old son that his mother was dead?

“I told Uncle Luke restoring this place was a mistake, but he was hellbent on preserving the family history as if the thing deserved it.” Jeremy, the most superstitious and outspoken of the cousins, gritted his teeth. “The family abandoned it for a reason. The damn house is cursed and no amount of dancing around the issue and pretending it doesn’t exist is going to change that. We’ve all seen the lights bobbing in the windows late at night. How many accidents have you had on the worksite since you started the project? Three? Four?—and now this. We should’ve taken the damn thing down years ago and carted away every last brick and board. If Stowe had set her book at Black Oaks, Simon Legree would’ve been a choir boy compared to the plantation’s owner. Old Tobias is probably sitting at Satan’s right hand, gloating. If Uncle Luke thinks he can make up for all those atrocities by donating to every charity that knocks on the Kayne Foundation’s door, he’s got another think coming.” He shook his head, his fists clenched at his side. “I know you love the old man, but damn it. His single-minded obsession has cost you your wife and daughter. I won’t let it cost me mine. Let the accursed building burn until there’s nothing left of it. Maybe the tortured souls in there can finally rest in peace.”

Before Steve could answer, the fire chief stepped over to him. The man removed his helmet and licked his lips.

“Mr. Anderson, I understand your wife was inside the building. Was she alone?”

Steve shook his head. “I don’t know. I think so … She shouldn’t have been here at all, but…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.

The man nodded. “Where might she have been? It’ll give us a place to start looking.”

Rubbing the back of his neck, Steve frowned. Amy had been more excited about this restoration than anything else she’d ever worked on, but as much as she’d loved the work, she’d joked about the heebie-jeebies the place sometimes gave her when there was no one else around, as if every now and then, someone was looking over her shoulder. Why had she stayed late tonight?

“If something kept her, she would’ve been in her office—it’s on the ground floor near the front of the house, in the old dining room next to the library,” he answered, the words fighting their way out of his clogged throat as he sought to organize his jumbled thoughts.

“Did your wife often stay at the construction site alone?”

“I don’t like your implication,” his brother spoke before Steve could. “Amy was the architect in charge of this project for Anderson Restoration. Despite what you may be thinking, there’s nothing suspicious about her being here.”

“I didn’t mean to imply there was, Michael,” the chief’s voice betrayed his sympathy. He and his brother went way back to the days they’d played football together in high school. “I was just wondering whether or not there might be more bodies in there. We’ll save most of the original house—the fire seems to be contained in one area, but the addition at the back is gone.” He shook himself. “A couple of trees out there should probably come down, too.” Donning his helmet, he smiled, but there was no joy in it. “I’m sorry for your loss.” He touched the brim of his helmet in salute, and walked back to his men.

Within minutes, four firefighters, oxygen masks in place, climbed the front steps and disappeared inside.

Steve watched and waited, hoping against hope that she wouldn’t be in there, that she was at Mistletoe Manor sound asleep, but the pain burning deeper and deeper with each beat of his heart told a different story.

Had time stopped?

When two fireman came out, a body on a stretcher between them, his keening cry rivaled that of a banshee as he collapsed to the mud-soaked ground.

Murder & Mistletoe is available for pre-order with November 21 as the release date.

 

#MidWeekTease November 7, 2018


Midweek Tease: Quick Peek at my New Release: Murder & Mistletoe

MWTease15Hello and welcome to the Halloween edition of the Midweek tease.  The weather here is lousy, but hopefully the rain will stop before the little goblins come out. Thanks to Angelica Dawson for making this blog hop possible.

This week, I’m teasing from my soon to be released Christmas Suspense novel, Murder & Mistletoe. The book is available for pre-order and will be released November 21, 2018.

Here’s the very first public posting of the cover.Murder&Mistletoe

Going home for Christmas can be deadly.

Candy Kayne agrees to go to Black Oaks, the Georgia plantation her ancestor reluctantly left after the Civil War, to meet the family she’s never known and help Steve set a trap for his wife’s killer. Even the wildest tales have a kernel of truth in them and as she learns more about the family’s history, she realizes that coming here may have been the biggest mistake of her life.

Losing Amy almost destroyed Steve Anderson, but when Candy steps into his life, her sweetness chases the dark gloom away. But when he realizes the man who murdered his wife may have set his sights on Candy, he’ll do whatever he has to in order to keep her safe.

And here’s the first ever look at the new book!

June 18th

“No, God, no, don’t do this. Don’t take them from me this way,” Steve cried, tears coursing down his cheeks, his heart and soul shattered. How could a loving God let this happen? But then God hadn’t always been the one in charge at Black Oaks. You only had to listen to the rumors and know a smidgen of the family’s history to realize that darkness held sway here.

Thick black smoke burned his throat, but nothing could hide the vicious flames still leaping into the sky as firefighters poured gallon after gallon of water on them, slowly bringing the beast to heel. He stood beside one of the massive evergreen oaks that lined the driveway, its branches heavily festooned in mistletoe despite constant efforts to cut it back. Flames soared high into the sky as the original mansion built by Tobias Kayne, a Welsh sea captain turned plantation owner, burned hot and steady, taking with it yet another Kayne woman.

Steve hadn’t wanted to leave her today, that strange sense of doom hanging over him, but she’d insisted. Scotty had his heart set on attending that Little League game in Atlanta. They’d been in the top of the fourth inning when he’d gotten the call—an explosion at Black Oaks, Amy missing.

The speed limit had been irrelevant as they’d raced back to the plantation, stopping at Magnolia Hill where he’d left Scotty with Celia and, with Jeremy by his side, had rushed the last three miles here.

“Steve, this isn’t your fault.” Jeremy held him back. “Maybe she wasn’t in there.”

“Then where the hell is she?” His voice broke on the last word, his cousin’s arms the only thing keeping him on his feet. He pushed Jeremy away. “She would never put Scotty or me through this. If I’d been here, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Don’t be stupid.” Michael growled, grabbing his left arm and yanking him around to face him. “Whatever caused the explosion and fire had nothing to do with you. If you’d been here you would’ve gone up in flames, too. That place was full of chemicals, gases, and other materials for the restoration. Someone screwed up—didn’t close a valve all the way. How many times has your night watchman had to chase kids away from here? Maybe one of them knocked something over that mixed with something else with deadly results. It’s tragic, but it happens. We’ve seen it before. Think of your son. He needs you now more than ever.”

Jeremy scoffed. “If this was an accident, I’m the next lottery winner.”

Steve shook his head. Deep down inside, as an architect, he knew houses were nothing but bricks and boards, windows and roofing materials, paint and wallpaper, but damn it, this place had filled him with foreboding from the moment he’d removed the heavy boards blocking the front door, the stale air, strangely reminiscent of that in the crypt they’d opened last year, making his flesh crawl.

According to Uncle Luke, no one had been inside for more than forty years, not since seventeen-year-old Amelia, s distant cousin, had fallen down the stairs and broken her neck. To prevent another accident, the house had been sealed shut until four months ago when this project had started.

Steve didn’t believe in ghosts and curses, even though at least a dozen women had died within its walls, but there was something sinister about the place where the sun never reached. He’d had the oak trees in front of the house trimmed, but that hadn’t dispelled the gloom. Acid roiling in his stomach, he’d begged Amy to reconsider heading this project, but his wife had been as stubborn as they come. Discovering she was pregnant two months ago hadn’t even slowed her down.

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Midweek Tease: In Plain Sight, Book Three of the Revenge Is Mine Series

MWTease15Welcome to this week’s Midweek Tease.  Fall is definitely here with  winter flexing his muscles in the background, so I thought it fitting to bring you all into my world for this week’s tease.

Midweek Tease, is a blog hop made possible by the lovely and talented Angelica Dawson. The number of teasers is small this week, but as always, the quality exceeds expectations.

Today, I bring you a scene from the third book in my Revenge Is Mine Series, In Plain Sight. Like On His Watch and Fire Angel, there is a killer out there intent on getting his or her revenge regardless of the costs involved.

In Plain SightThe Blurb:

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:

… the payment will be life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth,

 hand for hand, foot for foot, burn for burn, cut for cut,

 and bruise for bruise.

 

Exodus 21:23

 Chapter One

“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.

In Plain Sight is available from all Amazon retailers and free to read with Kindle Unlimited.

 

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