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Shadow of Danger
by Kristine
Mason
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BLURB:

John
doesn’t believe in Celeste’s mystic hocus-pocus, or in her visions of the
murders. But just when he’s certain they’ve solved the crimes, with the use of
science and evidence, more dead bodies are discovered. Could this somehow be
the work of the same killer or were they dealing with a copycat? To catch a
vicious murderer, the skeptical criminalist reluctantly turns to the sensual
psychic for help. Yet with each step closer to finding the killer, John finds
himself one step closer to losing his heart.
Excerpt:
Fingers
clawing at the sheets, tearing them from the mattress, Celeste Risinski woke
with a scream. Panicked, disoriented, she shoved at hands she swore still
gripped her. As she struggled, she knocked the alarm clock from the nightstand.
When it hit the hardwood floor, the radio blared. The loud music, laced with
crackling static, startled her.
She whipped
open her eyes, relief slowed her racing heart as she looked down at her body,
to where her arms and legs were tangled in the thin sheets and comforter.
Brutal hands weren’t holding her down. She wasn’t in the woods. She wasn’t
fighting for her life. She was in her bedroom, waking up from another
nightmare, another look into hell.
Dragging in a
deep breath, she pulled herself to the edge of the mattress, bent and retrieved
the clock. After turning off the radio, she placed it back on the nightstand,
then wiped tears from her face she didn’t remember crying.
No, not true.
In her nightmare, she’d cried and screamed, begged and pleaded, while trapped
in the body of another woman. She hated the way her mind had been sucked into
the woman’s soul. She’d experienced every ounce of the terror, and even the
pain the woman had endured. She rubbed her neck where the phantom cord had been
wrapped during the dream. Even though she was blessedly free of the nightmare
and sitting in her bedroom, claustrophobia wrapped tightly around her, making
it difficult to breathe.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
When I’m not
writing contemporary romances and dark, romantic suspense novels (or reading
them!) I’m chasing after my four kids and two neurotic dogs.
LINKS:
FACE BOOK:
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TWITTER:
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WEBSITE:
www.kristinemason.net
Books
available
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3 comments:
Nice excerpt
bn100candg at hotmail dot com
Thank you for hosting my book! Also wanted to add that Shadow of Danger is available on iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/shadow-of-danger/id654252371?mt=11
Thanks again!
Best,
Kristine
You're welcome!
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