Ally Thompson’s
life is perfect. Calm, quiet, some might even say boring. The sole
survivor of a tragic accident, she’s not the adventurous
type—something she’s decided to change.
One roller-coaster
ride…
A murder and a
detective in disguise shatter Ally’s first attempt at “fun.”
Detective Greg Marsing is everything Ally knows better than to want.
The gun-totting, tattooed scumbags trying to kill her are almost a
welcome distraction from her pointless attraction.
Blows her world wide
open…
A contract on Ally
has every lowlife for miles gunning for her. Sparks fly while she and
her unlikely hero scramble to unravel clues. As the deadly game
escalates, Greg has to decide if self-preservation rates higher than
a love worth dying for.
Excerpt
Oh, God! He was
shooting at her. Actually shooting. In broad daylight. In her
neighbor’s backyard. Didn’t they have rules about that sort of
stuff?
Nerves shredded,
Ally gritted her teeth. Three more feet. Two. Another crunch. She
swore the heat of the bullet singed her shoulder. Arms extended, she
jumped for all she was worth. Up, braced her arms and pushed off. She
landed with an oomph on the other side, followed by another crunch
and a hole in the wood fence.
For a split-second,
she crouched panting, staring in disbelief at the fence towering over
her head. Had she really done that?
Cursing from the
other side got her up and moving again. Squealing tires and a revving
engine brought her head around. A car tore into the alley and raced
toward her. More bad guys? Had he called in reinforcements?
Ally froze.
Did I do
something horrible in a past life to deserve this?
Truly, I’ll
help the poor. Serve food at the soup kitchen. Go to church every
Sunday. Donate money to the shelter. I’ll even babysit my friend’s
bratty kids.
Just please,
please, please get me out of this alive.
The shiny black
Camaro careened to a stop with the driver’s side door facing her.
Heavily tinted windows revealed nothing. In a last desperate bid for
freedom, she darted past the door. Strong arms encircled her waist
and dragged her back toward the idling car.
“No!” Ally
screamed like a banshee, flinging out her arms and legs, scrabbling
for purchase. Hard hands sent her flying across the front seat.
“Ally.”
“Let me go!” She
dove for the door handle.
“Ally!” He
grabbed her elbow and pulled her back, away from the passenger door.
“Damn woman, you are way more trouble than you’re worth.”
Almost blind with
panic, she twisted around and crouched on the seat, prepared to draw
blood.
Shocked hazel
clashed with furious aqua. Her mouth fell open. Muttering under his
breath, Detective Marsing threw the car into gear and spun out of the
alleyway. She whipped her head around in time to see a blocky head
pop up over the privacy fence as they disappeared around the corner.
She’d done it. Escaped. Stayed alive. Like an atomic bomb, the
events of the past hours and the emotions she’d worked so hard to
control mushroomed up, exploding inside. Tears stung.
“Can’t you stay
out of trouble for five minutes?”
~ Tell us a bit
about your writing process?
I’m an unabashed
panster. Typically, once I get the opening scene written, I’ll
pause and write back stories for the main characters. The first third
of the book is where I really flesh everyone out.
~ What did you want
to be when you grew up?
A freelancer
photo-journalist. “Freelancer” meant free-wheeling to me, though
I think it typically means “poor” in reality. I loved working
with a camera and I loved writing, so I thought photo-journalist was
the perfect fit. Life took me in other directions, however.
~ Who’s your
favorite author? Why?
~ Do you have any
shameless addictions—Starbucks, shoes, sunglasses, coins, books?
I adore Starbucks,
darling shoes—typically heels, books, and brilliant, complicated
villains.
~ Share one fact
about yourself that would surprise people.
I’m love the
outdoors, and I fish, hunt, and camp. Coupled with my love of heels
and all things frilly and feminine, that’s usually surprising.
Particularly for other cultures, who don’t have the freedom or
perhaps desire to delve into the forests and stalk their dinner.
My experience hunting has been a bonus when it comes to writing
romantic suspense, where I can utilize my familiarity with guns.
Plus, I’m feeding my family!
Thank you so much for
having me, Em! Harper Impulse Fortnight has been oodles of fun, and
I’m loving finding out so much about everyone’s books. My debut
novel is Sweet Deception, which will be followed up pretty soon with
my second romantic suspense, based where I live in Boise, Idaho! Be
sure to follow me on your favorite social media or my Amazon
author page to stay up to date!
Sounds kind of intriguing! Thanks for sharing :-)
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