January 15, 2015

Release Day - EYES OF A HERO, Book 2, Hero Series





Hi, I'm thrilled to announce that Book 2 of my Mountain Hero Series, EYES OF A HERO, is now available on Amazon.

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Blurb:
Stumbling across a murder and getting chased off a cliff makes for one heck of a bad day. But when a handsome blue-eyed hero comes to Darcy's rescue, things begin to look up.

The last thing Randy expected when he made the hike up the bluff was to rescue a beautiful woman hanging off a cliff ledge. He soon learns that he's her only protection against powerful forces that want her silenced.

Excerpt:
“How’d you end up on the ledge?” Randy's gaze scoured the area for anything to help him retrieve her.
“I—I was running from some me—”she hiccupped on a sob“—men.”
A sense of unease rushed through him, and his eyes narrowed as he did another search of the area, looking for danger this time.
“How many men?” he barked, his voice low and threatening at the thought of a group of men chasing a woman off a cliff. Were they still around? His hands curled into tight fists, itching to get his hands on the bastards.
“I think they left.” A soft sniffle sounded. “But they . . . they killed a man.”
What the hell?
Keeping alert to any approaching danger, He knelt back down to speak with her. “What happened?”
“I—” Another frightened squeak came from her as more loosened stones tumbled into the water.
Shit! He had to get her off that damn ledge.
“Darcy,” he said urgently, “don’t move.” He wished like hell he could see her, because he had no idea how much time she might have before the rock underneath her totally gave away. The afternoon sun was blasting, and sweat slid down his back, under his shirt.
There was a long tense moment until the pebbles finally stopped falling. Her panicked gasp cranked up his urgency to get to her, filling him with a sense of impotence at his total uselessness. He needed to think of something, fast! As an avid outdoorsman, there had to be something here he could use.
“Randy,” her soft voice called up to him.
“Yeah, darlin’,” he said gently.
“If I don’t make it—”
“You’ll make it,” he snapped, standing, his body tense. He wouldn’t even entertain the thought that she’d die. He’d never be able to live with the guilt for allowing it to happen.
Ignoring him, she continued, “Please tell my family I love them . . . okay?”
The muscles in his shoulders tensed into hard knots, his mind working feverously. “You’re gonna tell them yourself, Darcy. Just as soon as I get you up from there.”
“How’re you going to do that?” The resignation in her voice indicated she didn’t believe he could save her.
Like hell . . . He set his jaw in determination.
“I’ve got a hiking kit back at my campsite. I’m going to get it, I’ll be right back.”
“You—you’re leaving?” Panic laced her voice.
“I’ll only be gone five minutes.”
She didn’t answer.
“Darcy?” he repeated, kneeling back down to peer over the edge. “I promise, I’ll be back for you.” Damn, he wished he could see her face, so she’d know he meant every word he said.
“Okay,” she responded quietly, though he could hear the tears in her voice.
The tinkling of small pebbles rolling down the cliff told him to get his ass moving. She needed off that ledge, before it was too late.
He just wasn’t quite sure how the hell he was going to accomplish that.

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