As a female firefighter in a small town, Suzanne O’Connell finds herself trapped in a dangerous situation with two men. And when the stakes turn deadly, trusting the wrong man could put her life in jeopardy. #AUDIO: readerlinks.com/l/1797086
"Once again Lorhainne Eckhart has shown why she is known as the queen of family dramas...intriguing, well written and exciting..." ★★★★★ Samanthagirl, Reviewer
"This book had everything I enjoy in a good story...conflict, action, mystery, romance, villains and heroes...Mix in small town politics, lies and corrupt politicians and you have a very exciting read...I could not turn the pages fast enough." ★★★★★ Reading Susan, Reviewer
As a female firefighter in a small town, Suzanne O’Connell knows that every day will go one of two ways: Either nothing happens, or she suddenly finds herself in over her head. Firefighters never, ever say the words “It’s a quiet day!”—because that’s when all hell breaks loose, and their peaceful, easy day suddenly turns into their worst nightmare. This is exactly what happens to Suzanne when she finds herself trapped with Harold Waters, local law enforcement officer and her old flame, and fellow fireman Toby Chandler, who, according to everyone, is the kind of guy you want watching your back.
In an unusual turn of events, the stakes turn deadly, and Suzanne discovers that trusting the wrong man could leave her life hanging in the balance.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Suspense
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
“Bullshit, Suzanne. You’re usually way better at hiding your off-ness, so what’s got you so glued to that phone? You’ve been texting someone, and all I can figure is whoever it is has you kind of distracted. You’ve barely said anything to anyone, just glanced at your phone every thirty seconds. This isn’t like you. Then you slipped off alone to the kitchen, eating away your stress, as Charlotte says.”
She hadn’t realized he’d been watching. She had to fight the urge to pick up her phone, to look again at the texts that had gone unanswered.
“The silent treatment?” Marcus let out a sarcastic laugh.
“It’s nothing, really,” Suzanne said. “And I wasn’t stress eating,” she added for effect.
He turned around, tossed the scoop in the sink, and wiped his hands on a dishtowel before gesturing to the ice cream lid, which was still beside her on the counter. “Whatever you say, Suzanne.”
She reached for it and crossed the kitchen to hand it to him, just shaking her head when he gestured as if asking whether she wanted more. He had a way of making her seem defensive when she was anything but.
