Any Day Now by Robyn Carr – Book Review

ANY DAY NOW ! on sale: April 18th, 2017

THE SECOND NOVEL IN THE SULLIVAN’S CROSSING SERIES

#1 New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Robyn Carr is back with ANY DAY

NOW, the latest installment in her new, wildly popular Sullivan’s Crossing series. Return to the idyllic mountains and tranquil retreats of small-town Colorado, where Sierra Jones has just arrived off a bus from Iowa, for this story of self-discovery and second chances.

After years of wandering, toxic relationships, and struggles with addiction, Sierra has decided to follow her brother, Cal, to Sullivan’s Crossing in search of a fresh start. While Cal is busy preparing for a baby with his new wife, Maggie, Sierra is ready to put down some roots of her own, which means finding steady work, focusing on her sobriety, and, most importantly, avoiding men and all the problems they cause.

Sierra’s vow of chastity proves difficult to honor, however, when she meets Conrad Boyle, a local firefighter and kindred spirit who is recovering from heartbreak of his own. With his good heart, steady nature, and abs of steel, Connie will test Sierra’s resolve and force her to reconsider whether all men are worthless after all, and for the first time, she may have found someone she can finally trust and rely on. Above all, Connie seems more than ready to accept Sierra’s past and offer her a future full of the safety and stability that she’s always craved.

But for Sierra, her troubled past is still too close for comfort. Because while she’s trying to resist Connie’s ever-enticing charms, Sierra is also on the run from a dangerous man who could threaten everything in her new life she’s trying to protect. As long as that man is still at large, turning over a new leaf may be harder than Sierra ever imagined.

Robyn Carr is an award-winning, #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than 50 novels, including the critically acclaimed Virgin River and Thunder Point series, as well as highly praised women’s fiction titles such as Four Friends, What We Find, and The Life She Wants. Robyn has won a RITA Award from the Romance Writers of America, and in 2016 she was awarded RWA’s Nora Roberts Lifetime Achievement Award for her contributions to the genre. Her novels have been translated into 19 languages in 30 countries.

Originally from Minnesota, Robyn now resides in Henderson, Nevada, with her aviator husband; they have two grown children. When she isn’t writing, Robyn puts her energy into community service: sh has mentored a seniors’ memoir-writing group, attends book club chats in and out-of-state whenever possible, and is working with her local library on the Carr Chat Series, a program centered on fundraising and visiting author events that bring writers, their books, and the community together.

PRAISE FOR ROBYN CARR

“Carr’s gift for writing lovably flawed heroes and heroines is evident on every page.”— Publishers Weekly

“A layered, well-paced plot and flawed, three-dimensional characters whom readers will care about make this a quick and entertaining read for those who relish contemporary family sagas with strong female characters.”— Library Journal on The Life She Wants

“Robyn Carr writes with heart and soul in her latest contemporary…. Readers will laugh and cry along with the four friends and sigh over the good men that come into their lives. A satisfying, sweet and sexy read.” — BookPage on A Summer in Sonoma

“Robyn Carr is a master of the small-town romance.” — New York Journal of Books

“Understanding what women do and say and want is something Carr has considered hard over her long career…. [She] taps into female emotions over and over in her books.”— The Miami Herald

My Review –

 If you’ve read Robyn Carr’s books before, you know you are going to find drop-dead gorgeous, perfectly flawed, lovable characters. Any Day Now is no exception. Robyn’s books are well-written and contained well-thought-out characters, that as a reader, you just can’t help but fall in love with. I loved the Thunder Point series. I loved getting to know the characters and the town and felt that in each book, I was back for a visit with friends. I expect no less from this series and cannot wait to visit with this little town and it’s lovely residents again and again. 

If you have not read any of Robyn Carr’s books, by all means, pick up this one. You’ll be hooked in no time!

 

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Ashes by Steven Manchester – Review, Book Promotion

 

 

Middle-aged brothers Jason and Tom Prendergast thought they were completely done with each other. Perceived betrayal had burned the bridge between them, tossing them into the icy river of estrangement.

But life – and death – has a robust sense of irony, and when they learn that their cruel father has died and made his final request that they travel together across the country to spread his ashes, they have no choice but to spend a long, long car trip in each other’s company. It’s either that or lose out on the contents of the envelope he’s left with his lawyer. The trip will be as gut-wrenching as each expects it to be . . . and revealing in ways neither of them is prepared for.

At turns humorous, biting, poignant, and surprisingly tender, Ashes puts a new spin on family and dysfunction with a story that is at once fresh and timelessly universal.

Steven Manchester is the author of the #1 bestsellers Twelve Months, The Rockin’ Chair, Pressed Pennies and Gooseberry Island, as well as the national bestseller The Changing Season and the award-winning novels, Ashes and Goodnight, Brian. He has written A Christmas Wish (Kindle exclusive), Wilbur Avenue (novelette), Just in Time (novelette) and The Thursday Night Club (novella), while his work has appeared on NBC’s Today Show, CBS’s The Early Show, CNN’s American Morning and BET’s Nightly News. Three of Steven’s short stories were selected “101 Best” for Chicken Soup for the Soul series and he is the produced playwright of Three Shoeboxes. When not spending time with his beautiful wife, Paula, or their four children, this Massachusetts author is promoting his works or writing. Visit: www.StevenManchester.com

Excerpt | Ashes by Steven Manchester

Tom wheeled his late-model, platinum-colored BMW into Attorney Russell Norman’s freshly paved lot and parked between a brand new Lexus—sporting the license plate JUSTIS4U—and a custom pickup truck. Looks like I’m going after the hillbilly, he thought when he spotted the faded Massachusetts Department of Correction sticker in the rear window. His blood turned cold. “It must be Jason,” he thought aloud. I didn’t think he’d come.

Tom took a few deep breaths, not because he was nervous about his father’s death or talking to any lawyer but because he hadn’t seen his Neanderthal brother—for fifteen years, I think. He paused for a moment to give it more thought. Although their relationship had essentially vaporized in their late teens—the result of a fall out that still haunted his dreams—they’d occasionally wound up in each other’s orbits; weddings, funerals, and the like, enough to remain familiar with each other’s career choices, wives, and children. But even that came to an end fifteen years ago, he confirmed in his aching head before opening the door. While his toothache-induced migraine threatened to blind him, he took one step into the oak-paneled waiting room. His and Jason’s eyes met for the briefest moment. As though they were complete strangers, they both looked away. And here he is, Tom thought, disappointed. This is just great.

Through peripheral vision, Tom noticed that his older brother now wore a scar over his right eye, just above a bushy eyebrow that could have easily belonged to a homeless Scotsman. A jagged ear lobe, a piece clearly torn away, pointed to a crooked nose that sat sideways on his face—all of it rearranged since birth. What a big tub of shit he’s turned into, Tom thought, struggling to ignore his throbbing face and head. He’s as fat as a wood tick now, he thought, grinning, and he looks like he’s ready to pop. Jason looked straight at him, as if reading his mind. Tom immediately looked away, his rapid heartbeat starting to pound in his ears, intensifying his physical pain. Unbelievable, he thought. After all the years and all the distance, his elder brother—by only two years—still scared the hell out of him. He’s just a big asshole, that’s all, he told himself, but he still couldn’t bring himself to rejoin his brother’s penetrating gaze.

The secretary answered her phone before calling out, “Mr. Prendergast . . .”

Both brothers stood.

“Attorney Norman will see you now.”

Tom walked in first, letting the door close behind him—right in Jason’s face.

“Still a weasel,” Jason muttered, loud enough for all to hear.

“What was that?” Tom asked just inside the door.

“Don’t even think about playing with me,” Jason warned as he reopened the door and entered the room, “’cause I have no problem throwing you over my knee and spanking you right in front of this guy.”

I’m fifty years old, for God’s sake, Tom thought, and he thinks he’s going to spank me? I’m surprised the prison even let him out.

The attorney—his hand extended for anyone willing to give it a shake—looked mortified by the childish exchange.

Tom shook the man’s hand before settling into a soft leather wing chair. Jason followed suit.

The room was framed in rich mahogany paneling. The desk could have belonged in the oval office. Beneath a green-glassed banker’s lamp, stacks of file folders took up most of the vast desktop. An American flag stood in one corner, while framed diplomas and certificates, bearing witness to the man’s intelligence and vast education, covered the brown walls.

Attorney Norman wore a pinstriped shirt and pleated, charcoal-colored slacks held up by a pair of black suspenders. He had a bow tie, a receding hairline that begged to be shaved bald, and a pair of eyeglasses that John Lennon would have been proud to call his own. There’s no denying it, Tom thought, trying to ignore his brother’s wheezing beside him, he’s either a lawyer or a banker. He couldn’t be anything else.

While Jason squirmed in his seat, visibly uncomfortable to be sitting in a lawyer’s office, his hands squeezed the arms of the chair. What a chicken shit, Tom thought, trying to make himself feel better. Peering sideways, he noticed that his brother’s knuckles were so swollen with scar tissue they could have belonged to a man who made his living as a bare-knuckle brawler. He’s still an animal too, he decided.

Attorney Norman took a seat, grabbed a manila file from atop the deep stack and cleared his throat. “The reason you’re both here . . .”

“. . . is to make sure the old man’s really dead,” Jason interrupted.

In spite of himself and his harsh feelings for his brother, Tom chuckled—drawing looks from both men.

“The reason we’re all here,” Attorney Norman repeated, “is to read Stuart Prendergast’s last will and testament.” He flipped open the folder.

This ought to be good, Tom thought, while Jason took a deep breath and sighed heavily. Both brothers sat erect in their plush chairs, waiting to hear more.

As if he were Stuart Prendergast sitting there in the flesh, the mouthpiece read, “My final wish is that my two sons, Jason and Thomas, bring my final remains to 1165 Milford Road in Seattle, Washington, where they will spread my ashes.”

“Seattle?” Tom blurted, his wagging tongue catching his tooth, making him wince in pain. Quickly concealing his weakness, he slid to the edge of his seat. “Oh, I don’t think so,” he mumbled, careful not to touch the tooth again.

Jason was shaking his head. “Hell no,” he said.

The attorney read on. “I’ve always been afraid to fly, so I’m asking that I not be transported by airplane but driven by car.”

“No way,” Tom instinctively sputtered.

Jason laughed aloud. “This is just great. The old bastard’s dead and he’s still screwing with us.”

The less-than-amused attorney revealed a sealed envelope and continued on. “As my final gift to my sons . . .”

“Only gift,” Tom muttered, feeling a cauldron of bad feelings bubbling in his gut.

“I’m leaving this sealed envelope for them to share, once and only once they’ve taken me to my final resting place.”

“What the fuck!” Jason blurted.

Every cell in Tom’s overloaded brain flashed red. Don’t do it, he thought. You don’t owe that old man a damned thing. But every cell in his body was flooded with curiosity. He looked at Jason, who was no longer shaking his fat head.

“Maybe the bastard finally hit it big at the dog track?” Jason suggested.

Tom nodded in agreement but secretly wondered, Could it be the deed to the land Pop bragged about owning in Maine? He stared at the envelope. For as long as I can remember, he claimed to own forty-plus acres with a brook running straight through it. He stared harder. Could it be? he wondered, wishing he had X-ray vision. A parcel of land in Maine sure would make a nice retirement . . .

“How ’bout we travel separately and meet in Seattle to spread the ashes?” Jason said, interrupting his thoughts.

“Great idea,” Tom said, hoping against all hope that the idea would fly with their father’s lawyer.

Attorney Norman shook his head. “I’m sorry, gentlemen, but your father specifically requested that you travel together with his remains to Seattle. Any deviation from this can and will prohibit you from attaining the sealed envelope.”

There was a long pause, the room blanketed in a heavy silence. Son of a bitch, Tom thought, this couldn’t have come at a worse time. He turned to Jason, who was already looking at him. “What do you say?” he asked, already cursing his inability to curb his curiosity.

Jason shook his head in disgust. “The last thing I want to do is to go on some stupid road trip with you.”

“Trust me, that’s a mutual feeling,” Tom shot back.

“But I don’t think we have a choice,” Jason added. “Our fucked-up father wants to play one last game with us, so to hell with it—let’s play.”

This is insane, but he’s right, Tom thought. With a single nod, Tom stood. “Okay, let’s have the ashes then,” he told the lawyer.

The attorney shook his head. “I don’t have them. They’re currently at a funeral home in Salem.”

“Salem?” Tom squeaked, unhappy that his tone betrayed his distress.

“That’s right. You have to take custody of your father’s remains from the Buffington Funeral Home in Salem, Massachusetts.”

“You must be shitting me.” Jason said.

The attorney smirked. “I shit you not,” he said, throwing the letter onto his desk.

Salem? Tom repeated in his head. Just when I thought Pop couldn’t be a bigger prick . . . The migraine knocked even harder from the inside of his skull, making him feel nauseous. Amid the pain, his synapses fired wildly, considering all this would mean: I’ll have to take bereavement leave from school and find someone to cover my classes. I should probably double my treatment with Dr. Baxter tomorrow. And what about Caleb and Caroline? he asked himself, quickly deciding, They’ll be fine without me for a few days. Then he pictured his wife’s face. And Carmen, she’ll be fine without me for a lot longer than that. The nausea increased. Screw her.

“Are we done here?” Jason asked, obviously itching to leave.

The lawyer nodded. “I’ll need proof in the form of a video or a series of photos that you’ve deposited your father’s remains where he wished. Once I have that, the letter’s all yours.”

“How wonderful,” Jason said sarcastically. He stood, turned on his heels, and headed for the door.

Tom also got to his feet. He looked at the lawyer and, trying to ignore his physical discomfort, he smiled. “Don’t mind him,” he said, shrugging. “That imbecile is exactly what our father trained him to be.”

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My Review – 

I absolutely loved this book. The first few pages tell a little story about where each of the brothers are in their lives, but then they meet up in the lawyer’s office and all hell-fire comedy breaks out as an abusive father leaves one last task to the both of them! I laughed until I cried. The two brothers, Tom and Jason, reminded me of Niles and Frazier in the comedy “Frazier.” The banter goes back and forth throughout the book and in my head, the two insane characters looked like Niles and Frazier!

The book takes through ups and downs and many memories from the boy’s childhood that have helped to make them into the men they are today. It is a wild ride from one side of the country to the other as the brothers work through bad memories and their relationship, and try not to forget their father’s ashes along the way.

The author has also included quite a surprise at the end of the book – there are excerpts from his other books that you will delight in reading. I love reading Steven Manchester’s books and Ashes was another great one.

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Into the Firestorm by Kat Martin – Review

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At Brodie Operations Security Service, Inc., following your instincts is company policy . . .

M. Cassidy—Luke Brodie had heard the name before, some novice bounty hunter working Seattle, catching tricky skips with more success than a newcomer should expect. But the dark curls, sparkly top, and impressive cleavage were not what Brodie had pictured.

Emma Cassidy is tough and smart and sexy as hell. She’s also popping up a step ahead of him every time he’s close to the capture he wants most . . . and there’s no room for learning on the trail of this monster.

Emma has idolized Luke Brodie, the bounty hunter who can bring anyone in. The big man in the soft shoes, with a face like a fallen angel and a reputation for breaking hearts. Watching him in action is intoxicating. But her fight with Rudy Vance is fiercely personal. If he gets too close, Brodie will find out just how ferocious she can be . . .

ABOUT THE BOOK

Luke Brodie is a bounty hunter. A fat $600,000 is the 20% bail enforcement fee he’ll collect if he brings in international criminal, Rudy Vance.

Emma Sullivan is also hunting Vance. It’s been almost a year since she arrived at her sister’s home to find the housekeeper murdered and her young niece the victim of Vance’s sick assault.

Emma is determined to find Vance and make him pay. And no one–not even the infamous Luke Brodie–is going to stop her.

Review –

I am excited about this book. I have read the series up to this book and I have to say that this is by far my favorite. I don’t know if it was the action (although all the books are action packed) or the romance or the sassiness of the heroine, but I just loved this book.

You have the big, hulking, bounty hunter Luke Brodie and Emma is a small thing compared to him, but don’t let that fool you. This is a kick-ass woman who can hold her own.

If you haven’t read any of the series yet, be sure and grab one and start. They are all stand alone books, but you will miss out being introduced to some of the characters in a way that will make sense to the stories if you read them out of order.

I am definitely looking forward to the next book. Great job Kat Martin!

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into-photo-kat-martin-500x350New York Times bestselling author Kat Martin is a graduate of the University of California at Santa Barbara where she majored in Anthropology and also studied History. She is married to L.J. Martin, author of western, non-fiction, and suspense novels.

Kat has written more than sixty-five novels. Sixteen million copies of her books are in print and she has been published in twenty foreign countries, including Japan, France, Germany, Argentina, Greece, China, Russia, and Spain.

Born in Bakersfield, California, Kat currently resides in Missoula, Montana, on a small ranch in the beautiful Sapphire mountains.

Her last 12 books have hit the prestigious New York Times bestseller list. INTO THE FURY and INTO THE WHIRLWIND her most recent releases, both took top ten spots.

 

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Into the Firestorm by Kat Martin – Excerpt #5

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At Brodie Operations Security Service, Inc., following your instincts is company policy . . .

M. Cassidy—Luke Brodie had heard the name before, some novice bounty hunter working Seattle, catching tricky skips with more success than a newcomer should expect. But the dark curls, sparkly top, and impressive cleavage were not what Brodie had pictured.

Emma Cassidy is tough and smart and sexy as hell. She’s also popping up a step ahead of him every time he’s close to the capture he wants most . . . and there’s no room for learning on the trail of this monster.

Emma has idolized Luke Brodie, the bounty hunter who can bring anyone in. The big man in the soft shoes, with a face like a fallen angel and a reputation for breaking hearts. Watching him in action is intoxicating. But her fight with Rudy Vance is fiercely personal. If he gets too close, Brodie will find out just how ferocious she can be . . .

ABOUT THE BOOK

Luke Brodie is a bounty hunter. A fat $600,000 is the 20% bail enforcement fee he’ll collect if he brings in international criminal, Rudy Vance.

Emma Sullivan is also hunting Vance. It’s been almost a year since she arrived at her sister’s home to find the housekeeper murdered and her young niece the victim of Vance’s sick assault.

Emma is determined to find Vance and make him pay. And no one–not even the infamous Luke Brodie–is going to stop her.

 

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INTO THE FIRESTORM

EXCERPT #5

Once both of them had finished eating, Luke shoved his plate aside and leaned against the back of the booth. His gaze came to rest on her face.

“It’s quiet in here. If we’re going to catch Vance, I’m going to need all the information I can get. You ready to tell me what happened the day the housekeeper was murdered and Vance attacked your niece for the second time?”

Emma tossed her napkin onto the table and sat back, too. “I knew you’d ask me sooner or later. I’m surprised you waited this long.”

“I figured I’d give you a break. A lot’s been going on.”

A lot. Like another brutal murder. Like Luke spending the night in her bed–and morning. She sighed, resigned to telling the story one more painful time.

“My sister April met Rudolph Vance through one of her girlfriends. She and her friend Carrie are both dental hygienists–apparently Rudy is meticulous about keeping his teeth clean. One day April went by Carrie’s office to pick her up for lunch and Rudy had just finished his cleaning. He was attractive, only a few years older than April. I guess they got to talking.”

“I can see where a woman would find Vance appealing, at least on the surface.”

“My sister is very pretty. Rudy must have thought so, too.”

“She’s your sister. I’m not surprised.”

Emma looked up at him. “She’s blond and blue-eyed like our mother was.”

“Was? Your mom’s dead?”

“Small plane crash five years ago. Both she and my father were killed.”

“I’m sorry, Em, that’s rough.”

An understatement. Those were the worst days of her life–until Rudolf Vance. “At any rate, Rudy asked April to accompany him to a charity event, some kind of Heart Association dinner. April said he was a big contributor.”

“Rudy knows which palms to grease. The mayor is on the board of directors. He did a lot of favors for Rudy. Knowing whose pocket to climb into was one of the ways Rudy was able to stay under the radar so long.”

“He must be a pretty smooth operator. April said she enjoyed herself, looked forward to seeing him again. A couple of days later, he called, and she invited him over for supper. That’s where he met Ginny.”

Emma bit her lip as unwanted memories crashed in.

“Just take your time,” Luke said gently. “You don’t have to hurry.”

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “From the day Ginny was born, there was something different about her, something sweet and endearing. The moment Rudy saw her, he was enthralled. Of course now we know Ginny looks exactly like his stepsister, Cissy.”

Luke’s features darkened. “I can’t wait to get my hands around that sick fuck’s neck.”

“Luke…”

“Sorry, go ahead.”

“April sensed something was wrong. She said she didn’t like the way Rudy was looking at her daughter. When he called for another date, she turned him down.”

“Smart woman.”

“She was done with Rudy, but two days later, while she was at work and Ginny was in her bedroom alone, Rudy broke into the house. He forced Ginny down on the bed and raped her. He used a condom. There was no DNA, and since he’d been in the house before, his fingerprints wouldn’t hold up as evidence. It was Ginny’s word against his, a teenager against a man who could afford the best criminal lawyer in Seattle.”

“Elliott Markham,” Luke said. “Markham tried to make it look like his client was the victim. He claimed April was using Ginny to extort Vance for money. Rudy was released on a three million dollar bond.”

“That’s right. He was out, free to do more of his evil. Three days before his court date, he went back to the house and tried to rape Ginny again. Eleanor managed to stop him, but in the process Vance killed her.” Emma’s eyes filled as the horror replayed in her head. “Vance escaped. The police believe he left the country. You know the rest.”

Luke reached across the table and caught her hand, gave it a gentle squeeze and didn’t let go. “I know how hard that was for you. Thank you for telling me.”

Emma just nodded. She hoped it would help in some way. She hadn’t wanted to talk about it, but now that she had, she felt as if a little of her burden had been lifted.

“Let’s go.” Luke stood up from the table and pulled Emma to her feet. He paid the bill; they left the café, and took off in the Bronco.

“So what’s our next move?” Emma asked as the battered old Ford rolled down the road toward the ferry terminal.

into-photo-kat-martin-500x350New York Times bestselling author Kat Martin is a graduate of the University of California at Santa Barbara where she majored in Anthropology and also studied History. She is married to L.J. Martin, author of western, non-fiction, and suspense novels.

Kat has written more than sixty-five novels. Sixteen million copies of her books are in print and she has been published in twenty foreign countries, including Japan, France, Germany, Argentina, Greece, China, Russia, and Spain.

Born in Bakersfield, California, Kat currently resides in Missoula, Montana, on a small ranch in the beautiful Sapphire mountains.

Her last 12 books have hit the prestigious New York Times bestseller list. INTO THE FURY and INTO THE WHIRLWIND her most recent releases, both took top ten spots.

 

Visit Kat’s website at www.katmartin.com

Or look for her on Facebook at Katmartin/author.

 

Into the Firestorm by Kat Martin – Excerpt, Giveaway

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Luke Brodie is a bounty hunter. A fat $600,000 is the 20% bail enforcement fee he’ll collect if he brings in international criminal, Rudy Vance.

Emma Sullivan is also hunting Vance. It’s been almost a year since she arrived at her sister’s home to find the housekeeper murdered and her young niece the victim of Vance’s sick assault.

Emma is determined to find Vance and make him pay. And no one–not even the infamous Luke Brodie–is going to stop her.

 

At Brodie Operations Security Service, Inc., following your instincts is company policy . . .

M. Cassidy—Luke Brodie had heard the name before, some novice bounty hunter working Seattle, catching tricky skips with more success than a newcomer should expect. But the dark curls, sparkly top, and impressive cleavage were not what Brodie had pictured.

Emma Cassidy is tough and smart and sexy as hell. She’s also popping up a step ahead of him every time he’s close to the capture he wants most . . . and there’s no room for learning on the trail of this monster.

Emma has idolized Luke Brodie, the bounty hunter who can bring anyone in. The big man in the soft shoes, with a face like a fallen angel and a reputation for breaking hearts. Watching him in action is intoxicating. But her fight with Rudy Vance is fiercely personal. If he gets too close, Brodie will find out just how ferocious she can be . . .

 

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INTO THE FIRESTORM – Excerpt

Luke couldn’t believe his eyes when the lady grabbed Digby by the nape of the neck and shoved his head down, slamming him hard onto top of the table.

Skinner groaned and his muscles went limp. The brunette twisted one of Skinner’s arms up behind back, pulled a pair of handcuffs from the handbag on her shoulder, and shackled his wrist, did the same to the other one. Looking even more stunned than Luke, Digby swayed, his legs wobbly, as the brunette hauled him to his feet.

Sonofabitch. Luke turned to Eddie, who stood chuckling behind the bar. “What the hell just happened?”

“She’s something, ain’t she? Looks like the lady got to your bail skip first.”

“Who is she?”

“Name’s Cassidy. She’s a bounty hunter. Pretty amazing, huh?”

Luke was torn between annoyance and curiosity. “That’s M. Cassidy?”

“Short for Emma. The guys call her Em.”

Em Cassidy. He knew the name, thought it was a man. He watched the petite brunette–nine inches shorter than Digby’s six foot frame and no more than a hundred ten pounds–haul Skinner out the side door into the parking lot. Luke reached for his beer, took a last swallow, tossed a little extra cash on the bar, and followed the lady outside.

It took him a minute to spot her beneath a lamp post at the edge of the parking lot. He sauntered into the shadow of a car in a nearby space, got a real good look at her this time.

Late twenties, petite, but curvy in all the right places, thick dark hair that hung in heavy curls around her shoulders.

A bounty hunter. That was a laugh.

The smile on his face slipped a little as he watched her handle Skinner. She had the guy sitting cross-legged on the grass, hands cuffed behind him. She was pressing him to answer her questions–exactly the same questions Luke wanted to ask.

“There’s a guy you know,” she said. “His name is Felix Riggs. He’s your supplier. I want to know where to find him.”

Felix Riggs. Same guy Luke was hunting.

Skinner just grunted. “Yeah, right. Like I’m gonna tell you anything. You damned near knocked me out, you bitch.”

Emma lightly cuffed the back of Digby’s head, and Luke bit back a grin.

“You skipped on a drunk-driving charge,” the lady said, “third offense, Skinner. They’re going to stick your butt in jail for at least a year. Tell me what I want to know and I’ll let you go.”

She’d let him go? Luke hadn’t expected that. Now he was even more intrigued.

Digby sat quietly, considering his options. “Take off the cuffs, then I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

“Not a chance.”

Digby shook his head. “If Riggs finds out I told you, he’ll kill me. He don’t like snitches.”

Frustrated, Emma nibbled her bottom lip. It was plump and damp, and Luke felt a curl of heat he hadn’t expected.

“You want to walk or go to jail?” she asked, pushing, but not quite hard enough, only willing to go so far.

Luke glanced around. If Digby didn’t spill in the next few minutes, there was a chance the cops would arrive. Always somebody there to dial 911.

He stepped out of the shadows and Emma spun toward him, went into a wide-legged, self-defense stance. He pointed to the bail enforcement badge clipped to his belt and she relaxed.

“I didn’t hear you walk up,” she said.

Luke ignored her, zeroed in on Skinner Digby, crouched down in front of him. “The lady asked you nice and polite where to find Felix Riggs. You know who I am?”

Skinner grunted. “I know who you are. You’re Brodie.”

“That’s right. I’m going to ask you the same question just one time. You don’t answer, you won’t have to worry about dealing with Riggs. You’ll have to deal with me.”

Skinner swallowed.

“Now…where is Felix Riggs?”

Skinner ran his tongue over his lips. There was a lump turning purple in the middle of his forehead. “Riggs is…he’s out of town. Won’t be back till Monday.”

“Where can I find him?”

Skinner gave a sigh. “Hangs around The Polo Club. There’s a bitch he’s got the hots for.”

“What’s her name?”

“Lila Purdue…like the college, you know?”

“Yeah, I do.” Luke rose to his feet, turned to the lady standing a few feet away. The moon was out. She was prettier than he had first thought, with big doe eyes, fine features, and a firm little chin. He was a boob man and from what he could tell, hers were prime grade A.

“Emma Cassidy,” she said by way of introduction.

“Luke Brodie.” He glanced down at Skinner, who was grumbling beneath his breath, then looked back at Emma. “Nice work,” he said.

“Thank you.”

Luke glanced across the parking lot. “Here comes Skinner’s ride. I’ll see you around.” He started walking as a black and white patrol car rolled into the lot. Interesting lady, he thought, ambling over to his battered old Bronco. Pretty and feminine with a hot little body.

The very last person who should be running around trying to hunt down criminals.

Luke just shook his head.

He wondered why she was interested in Felix Riggs. Riggs wasn’t wanted, though he should be since he was a low-life scum. Maybe he knew something about another bail skip she was hunting. Luke hoped like hell Emma Cassidy wasn’t going to confront the guy. He didn’t think she’d come out as unscathed as she had tonight.

None of your business, he told himself as he crossed the lot, slid in behind the wheel of his beat-up old Ford, and fired up the powerful V-8 engine.

The Bronco, the perfect, non-descript surveillance vehicle, had been completely rebuilt. A powerful Ford Racing Aluminator XS 5.0 liter Coyote Engine–500 plus horses–idled like a predator under the hood. The Bronco had a Cobra jet intake manifold and fully CNC ported aluminum heads.

Welded restraints had been fitted into the back to hold any prisoners he had to transport to jail. Luke loved the Bronco. Like driving a rocket disguised as a paper airplane.

He checked the rearview mirror, saw little Emma Cassidy hauling butt-ugly Skinner Digby over to the patrol car. Why she would want to be a bounty hunter he couldn’t begin to guess.

He’d never understood women.

Clearly that hadn’t changed.

 

New York Times bestselling author Kat Martin is a graduate of the University of California at Santa Barbara where she majored in Anthropology and also studied History. She is married to L.J. Martin, author of western, non-fiction, and suspense novels.

Kat has written more than sixty-five novels. Sixteen million copies of her books are in print and she has been published in twenty foreign countries, including Japan, France, Germany, Argentina, Greece, China, Russia, and Spain.

Born in Bakersfield, California, Kat currently resides in Missoula, Montana, on a small ranch in the beautiful Sapphire mountains.

Her last 12 books have hit the prestigious New York Times bestseller list. INTO THE FURY and INTO THE WHIRLWIND her most recent releases, both took top ten spots.

 

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