I'm happy to host CAROLYN LaROCHE who will soon have a release from Breathless Press!
Someone wants Angelina dead…again. Will following her heart put her in danger or in the arms of the man she’s meant to be with?
As far as the world knows, NYPD detective Angelina Ferrara died in a violent firefight on Chelsea Piers over a year ago. Living in the witness protection program as history teacher Lucy Taylor was supposed to save her life, but being alive and living were two very different things. Until she meets detective Logan James when he goes undercover in the same private school where she works. Something about the handsome man with the gorgeous blue eyes piques her interest. There’s no doubt he has secrets… but then so does she. When the Ricci crime family discovers she’s still alive, she finds herself on the run with Logan. Her heart led her astray before. Can she trust it to let Logan help her survive?
little car had an engine about as powerful as a hamster wheel. There was no way
she was going to outrun the truck that was accelerating with lightning speed.
On one side of her was a deep ravine, the other the steep slope of a mountain
towered high and tree covered. The steering wheel shook violently as she pushed
her little car to its limits, sheer adrenaline keeping her focused on the
winding road. As she rounded a sharp curve, the back tires spun and fishtailed
out from behind her. The tiny car shook violently as Lucy struggled to maintain
control. The SUV caught up with her then, ramming into her rear bumper. The car
groaned but held on. Lucy spun the wheel to make the next sharp curve, all the
while her eyes searched for a way off the dangerous mountain highway. Another
crash from behind jolted her car forward with such force Lucy lost her grip on
the steering wheel. The car veered right but she managed to straighten it out
before hitting the tree line.
the hell do you want with me?" she screamed at the truck in her rearview
driver responded by slamming into the back of her car again. Metal ground
against metal, gravel flew everywhere, and the car careened toward a thick bank
of trees to her left. Straightening the car once more, Lucy crushed the gas
pedal to the floor and watched as the speedometer climbed quickly. Lucy felt
the little rush of excitement she always got in a good pursuit despite the fact
that she was the one being pursued.
whipped around yet another curve, and the SUV caught up with her. Just as she
managed to get her little car under control again, the SUV crashed into her
back end again with such force Lucy thought her car might shatter there in the
middle of the road. The little car veered to the right, aiming straight for the
side of the road and the ravine beyond. Lucy tried to regain control but the
effort was in vain. She braced herself as the car plowed through thick
vegetation, hit something, and started to slide down the steep embankment.
heard the growl of the SUV's engine roaring away over the revving of her own
engine as the tiny car crashed through the underbrush. The car flew over a log
and landed on the slick vegetation covering the incline. The car lost its hold
on the ground and rolled its way down the slope, finally landing up against the
trunk of a large pine tree where the engine died. Lucy's head smacked against
the steering wheel knocking her near to senseless. Everything fell deathly
silent as she fought to remain conscious.
crack broke the silence. As she watched through the broken windshield, the tree
in front of her began to wobble. Blood trailed from her forehead into her left
eye blurring her already shaky vision. Rubbing at it with the back of her arm,
she used her other hand to desperately claw at the seat belt release.
didn't get out of the car, the tree was going to fall right on top of her.
giant pine swayed once and then began its descent toward Lucy and her crumpled
car. Yanking hard at the jammed seat belt, her head swimming and her stomach
churning, Lucy finally freed herself. Just as the tree crushed the roof of her
car, like it were nothing more than a tin can, Lucy pulled her body through the
opening that used to be the driver's side window.
wood and crunching metal stirred up a cacophony of birds and small animals
protesting the intrusion in their habitat. Lucy lay on the damp moss and
rotting leaves, her heart banging against her chest wall. The sound of her
pulse racing in her ears muted the sound of the creaks and groans as the tree
settled against what was left of her car. Every inch of her body hurt, but her
head ached most of all.
Carolyn LaRoche grew up in snow country but fled the cold and ice several years ago. She now lives near the beach with her husband, their two boys, two finicky cats and one old dog. When she is not at the baseball field cheering on big hits and home runs, she is busy teaching science to unwilling teenagers. She is co-author of the book The Crazy Lives of Police Wives and hangs out online at both Carolyn La Roche - Author and carolynlarocheauthor.blogspot.com