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Book Excerpt from Trapped

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We’re hosting a snippet from romantic suspense novel “Trapped” today. Enjoy the snippet!

Book Excerpt

“Her Eyes! Her eyes! They’re open.”

The three men rush to the two little windows, the sports jacket of the tallest flapping in his haste.

My eyes? What about my eyes? Why is he so damned excited?

The taller of the two surgeons pushes in front, very close to the glass, his head seeming to fill both openings. She winces, blinking, from a bright light shined into her eyes.

“Mrs. Maren, can you hear me? Are you all right?”

“Of course I hear you! You’re standing right there, aren’t you?” He squints, bushy dark brow creased, lips pursing, but doesn’t respond.

Is he deaf?

“Mrs. Maren, if you hear me, please signal somehow.” A furtive glance at the other men, then back to her, his brown eyes boring into her. “Can you move anything?”

OhmyGod! She shivers, the truth crashing over her, sending her heart on a rumba rampage inside her breast.

I wasn’t talking! Were they… oh, God… they were only thoughts inside my head!

I didn’t… Oh, Jesus. I can talk, can’t I? Stomach roiling, she gags back rising gorge, acid burning her gullet. Another reality stabs her, freezing her mind. She gasps… or did she?

Did I actually swallow? Despite the bitter taste, she senses no connection to her throat, her tongue, her lips. She feels nothing! The sour taste of bile fills her head, not her mouth, as if everything is disjointed. She can sense, but can she feel?

No! There’s only this ethereal aura of weightless floating.

What’s happened to me? Why can’t I talk? Why can’t I feel anything?

“Mrs. Maren?” His voice breaks through the jumbled panic surging through her head. “I’m sure you hear me. I see your eyes moving. Can you do anything else? Please, try.”

Struggling to clear her mind, she focuses on his face, so close to the two little windows.

Move? Yes, I must be able to wiggle something!

Oh, God! Oh, God! Why can’t I… Something! I gotta do something! Twitch, finger. Nothing. Move arm… move. It refuses.

Wag a foot! Make a fist! Nothing cooperates. She grunts silently, straining at the effort.

Scrunch, toes. No luck there, either. No need to see them to know the results.

Nothing! She tries to shake her head. Stupid! Can’t do that either.

Oh, God! Can’t move! Can’t talk! Can’t do anything! Nothing at all! Her mind spins dizzily, whirling down… down… down, into a black, chaotic whirlpool of terror.

“No physical activity,” the other man in blue scrubs says, glancing at an electronic monitor, “but her heart rate’s way up. She’s agitated.”

“I’m not surprised.” The taller man studies his patient. Shrugging, he reaches for her hand. It’s beyond her vision, and she feels nothing.

“Can’t you signal us somehow? Maybe blink your eyes?”

Jesus! What have they done to me? What have they done?

Only she hears the screams of terror echoing through her head.

Trapped

TRAPPED reduced cover 3Title: Trapped

Author: George A. Bernstein

Genre: Romantic Suspense

The darkness is still, silent. Jackee Maren’s heart pounds reverberating through her body as fear sears her veins. Someone’s coming. No way out. This time they will kill me. Her breath is short, her chest burns. Must run. Faster. Faster! Her eyes fly open, her heart still racing with blinding fear. Jackee breathes deeply with relief and stares at the ceiling desperately trying to calm herself. The same dream. Something, someone is watching… and waiting.

A tragic car accident leaves beautiful, vibrant Jackee Maren completely paralyzed, mentally alert but trapped in “Locked-in Syndrome,” able to move only her eyes. Jackee’s husband, Phil, is devastated and her two young boys left with nothing but a shell for a mother, but still, Jackee senses the foreboding of an evil presence and knows time is short.

Slowly, Jackee learns to communicate with her physical therapist, Kevin, by blinking her eyes. As evidence comes to light that her car accident was no accident, Jackee knows she must expose the person who wants her dead before they get a second chance.

While Jackee works her mind to put all the clues together, she discovers she has the ability to sense the thoughts of others, but she hides this talent from everyone but her sons, not knowing whom she can trust. By actively exercising her new psychic ability, Jackee finally learns who masterminded the accident but seems helpless to stop them from trying to kill her again.

Slowly a psychic plan forms to not only ensure her boys are safe forever, but to exact revenge on her would-be murderer. Jackee vows not to rest until this would-be-killer understands what it is to be TRAPPED! But she must hurry, with only a year to live.

Author Bio

GeorgeGeorge Bernstein is a youthful seventy-seven-year-old, with a B.A. from Northwestern University, now living in south Florida with Dolores, his wife of 54 years. He is the retired president of a publicly held Chicago company.
George’s main interest now is as a serious novelist. He has attended numerous writers’ conferences and seminars, including that of famous fiction agent, Donald Maass, and he has worked with independent editor, Dave King, all with the goal of improving his craft.
George’s first novel, Trapped, is published by TAG Publishers, after being a finalist in their Next Great American Novel contest. Dee Burks and her staff really love the story, and have put a lot of effort into comprehensive editing and revision suggestions, making Trapped the best it can be. Trapped was also a finalist at the 2012 Florida Writers Association RPLA fiction contest, and has since acquired over seventy 4 & 5-Star reviews on Amazon and Goodreads.

George has also recently released his 2nd novel, A 3rd Time to Die, which has been received with several 4 & 5-Star reviews. The most common comment for both novels is: “I couldn’t put it down.”

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Book Excerpt from Cast The Cards

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We’re hosting an excerpt from romantic suspense novel “Cast The Cards”. Enjoy the excerpt!

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Savannah blinked, wincing at the gritty feel of sand behind her lids. She’d been scouring over the databases and come up empty-handed. The search was still too broad. Time to take a break.

Since she’d officially reopened the case they’d set her up in Carey’s office. Being confined in a small space with him was strange. It wasn’t a situation she was prepared for. In one swoop she’d gone from running away from Carey and Clark to running beside them.

Clark. Even as an apparition he had the same effect on her. Caring, sensitive, and quirky, the man—ghost—whatever the hell he was made her melt. Her body didn’t seem to differentiate the difference between alive and not, and the constant arousal was driving her to distraction. Frustrated, she pushed away from the desk.

“You okay?” Carey’s concerned voice caressed her in places long-ignored. Her self-imposed celibacy was on shaky ground.

“Yeah, I just need,” she gestured toward the door, “air.”

“Sure, take your time. You’ve been at the computer for a while. Why don’t you pack it in for the night?”

A glance down at the black sports watch on her wrist told her it was almost midnight.  Keeping things simple, she’d told her parents she had a case in Dale she couldn’t talk to them about. No sense in forcing them to relive the horror a second earlier than they had to. They seemed excited to have her home for a bit, and were respectful of her wishes. Though she hated to admit it, it was nice having the both of best worlds. Family closeby and her job.

“You know what? I think I will.” Closing out of the databases, she logged out, locked her computer, and shut it down. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“Come in late. You look like you could use some sleep.”

Inside, the words made her flinch.  No woman wanted to hear she looked like shit. On the outside she smiled.

“We’ll see.”  She lifted her bag from across the back of her chair, placed it over her shoulders, and left.

She waved at Rodriguez who was manning the front desk.

“You out of here for the night?” the caramel skinned woman asked.

“Yep.”

“Have a good one.”

“You too.” Fifteen minutes later she was in her bedroom stripping off her sports coat and draping it on the arm of her computer chair.

“Vannah?”

The soft spoken words startled her.  She spun to face a bashful-looking Clark. Her hormones surged and she silently cursed her biological make-up. Technically he was still twenty-on,e which made her a bit of a cougar. The thought thrilled her instead of dissuaded. Fuck.

“Clark.” Awkwardness set in and she shifted her weight.  “H-How are you?”  She forced herself to look at him, boxing with the urge to look away. Seeing him still felt wrong, and interacting with him made her feel a bit crazy. It wasn’t so bad when Carey was there to act as a buffer. The irony of the role reversal didn’t escape her. Carey had never been the one she went to for comfort or understanding.

“I’ve been better.”

The hint of sadness she picked up on cut through her internal cluster-fuck.  He’d suffered atrocities straight out of Saw in life, only to come back to warn them and be tortured in the process.

“What’s wrong?” Whatever form he took he was still Clark, her best friend and the potential love of her life that got away. She couldn’t let him bleed out if she could patch the wound.  She walked over to stand beside the six-foot-one male. Reaching out a hand, she stopped millimeters from touching his arm, snatching it back before it made contact. Can I even touch him?

“We’ve left things unsaid between us for far too long.”

No, please don’t do thi,s Clark. It’ll make your leaving even more painful.

“Don’t.”

“I’m sorry, Savannah. I have to.”  He used my full name— he isn’t going to back down.

“Go ahead. I’m listening.”

“There were things I kept from you, Vannah. I was afraid.”

“Why? You were my best friend. Nothing you said would’ve made me see you any differently.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

“Clark. You’re scaring me.”

He gave her a small smile, ran a finger down the side of her face. The touch was real albeit a little cool. She closed her eyes, leaned into savor the feel of his flesh against her own with a chill that had nothing to do with temperature. She opened her eyes only to be snared by the blue-green jewels full to the brim with emotion. This is so wrong.

“I love you.”

Her mouth flopped open and closed. “Wait—what?”

“I should’ve told you back then. I hid it for years. Played the best friend when what I wanted to be was your everything, I knew we were meant to be after your eighteenth birthday. You were wearing this peach dress that stopped at your knees. It took my breath away. Jason Mclaren was giving you the eye the whole party. The minute you turned your attention to someone else I took him aside and pretty much told him if he even tried to talk to you Carey and I would make his life … unpleasant.”

“Clark,” she gasped. Her pulse raced. Joy bubbled to the surface like the fizz in soda.

“You stole my heart somewhere along the way growing up. I could never give it to another. Who could be a better match for me, Savannah? We finished each other’s sentences. Didn’t hide a thing from one another. It was a rarity that I took for granted. I just… I didn’t want to risk losing what we had.”

“I felt the same.” Her admission lifted the heavy boulder off her chest.

“Felt?”

The wounded expression that crossed his face cracked open a door inside she’d chained shut. She clossed the inches of space that divided them and cupped his cool face in her hand. “I will always love you, Clark. You and I were soul-deep. When you were gone I became a piece of driftwood lost in the ocean of life. I had to rebuild myself from the ground up. I hurt a lot of people that way but it was what I had to do to survive. Now you’re back and I can’t help but wonder what I’m going to do when you’re leave.” Her voice cracked. Her bottom lip quivered.

“How can we miss out on a second opportunity because of fear? That’s what robbed us in the first place.”

She pulled away. “What do you want me to do?” It seemed wrong to say “when you’re dead”. Yet the words spun around in her head.

Her phone rang out like the ding of a bell ending the round of a prizefight.

“I have to get that.”

“Yeah.” Clark stepped back and released a deep breath. As he paced the length of the room, his nervous energy set her on edge.

She picked up the phone. “Speak.”

“Jeez. You need sleep more than I thought.”

“Carey?”

“I just wanted to make sure you got home okay.”

Her anger melted away. “I’m fine. It’s like a ten-minute drive.”

“I know, but you didn’t seem right tonight.”

“Nothing sleep won’t cure.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Then I’ll let you go.”

“Thank you, Carey.”

“Any time, Vannah Banana.”

He hung up before she could scold him, and she smiled.

“Carey?” Clark asked.

“Yeah. He wanted to make sure I got home okay.”

“How nice of him.”

There was an edge to his words. “Clark?”

“I have to go—”  He disappeared before she could say more.

 About Cast The Cards

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Author: Shyla Colt

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Savannah escaped a kidnapping but her best friend Clark—the man she secretly loved—didn’t. Guilt-ridden and changed after the event, she gives up her dream of teaching and earns a position in the F.B.I as a profiler. When she’s targeted by the very same kidnappers wishing to finish the job, she is armed with her skills, backed by her first love’s twin brother, and forced to revisit her demons when Clark’s ghost appears.

After his twin’s murder, Officer Carey Carr loses more than his brother. Savannah avoids him for a decade. Her return—and her steaming-hot body—stir brand new feelings in Carey. But Clark’s reappearance has Carey battling to control his primal desires around the woman his twin loved.

As Savannah and Carey, with Clark’s help, embark on a cruel game of cat and mouse with the kidnappers, the twins come to an understanding that involves Savannah and more pleasure than the three of them have ever dreamed.

Author Bio

Shyla ColtTold once ‘You have to be an author, then you’re craziness becomes eccentrics’, Shyla Colt has always been in love with the written word and possessed a desire to write. Named after Super Girl in the comics, she often mistakes her mortality for super hero status. So, she holds many hats, Mother, Marine Wife, and writer are her top three.  Writing allows her to explore new venues, face her demons, and touch others. A huge practitioner of paying it forward, and putting in what you want to get out, she hopes to inspire, enlighten, move, and entertain you with her work. Mixing humor, drama, and strong women, often with a paranormal element, she continues to soldier ahead in the writing field. One of her favorite things is talking to fans.  If you’d like to learn more or just drop a line, please check her out at http://www.shylacolt.com.

Guest Post Finding Amy Tour

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I’m hosting a guest post today for the Finding Amy tour. Finding Amy is a romantic suspense novel written by author Carol Braswell. I’ll leave the stage to Carol now.

The Journey of Finding Amy by Carol Braswell, Author

When I got the idea from our local news paper for “Finding Amy” I started writing this thrilling suspense about a gorgeous Texas Ranger and a beautiful woman with long auburn hair and clear, emerald green eyes. The story came easily until I sent them fishing, skiing and just having fun in Montana. Then I thought, “Wait a minute. He’s a Texas Ranger on assignment and he’s taking the time to entertain the twins and a four-year-old.” I deleted 20,000 words and wrote it again.

I knew I had to have an awesome cover and couldn’t find any stock photos I liked. My cousin, Danny, posted a picture of a young lady, Courtney Bridges, and I knew instantly she was Amy. When I told him I needed a Texas Ranger he sent several pictures of great looking guys, but none of them quite fit. He called me one day and said, “You know we have the perfect ranger in our family.” Lights went off in my head. The very handsome Dustin Tallent, my second cousin, became Carson Garrett, Texas Ranger.

I have the perfect setting, the perfect characters, and my niece, Christy sent me to Elizabeth Noe Photography who took the pictures. So I had Liz, Danny, and Christy taking pictures and ended up with over 300 pictures for me to choose from. That was a job in its self.

My great friend and fellow author Barbara Ivie Green spent the best part of a day with me designing the cover. It never looked perfect for me until Barbara suggested a winter scene in the background since half of the book takes place in snowy Wyoming. That’s what it needed and the awesome cover was born.

Now I had to find the perfect editor. Up pops Wendy Ely and she has done an outstanding job for a reasonable price.

Bottom line, first you have to write a great book. That is the most important. Find a wonderful editor, as many beta readers as you can, get a talented cover designer, and an editor within your budget. You think your set. Not quite. Even after the edits, after the proof of the cover, after the reviews, I read the story again. I want it perfect for the readers.

Finding Amy

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Author: Carol Braswell

Genre: Romantic Suspense

What begins in Montana as routine for Texas Ranger Carson Garrett, quickly turns into a ‘run for your life’ chase in order to protect the two women and child he is returning to Texas.

How far would you go to protect the ones you love?

                When Texas Ranger, Carson Garrett is assigned to locate and place in protective custody the wife of a man suspected of illegal activities with a Columbian drug lord, it turns into more than routine. The estranged husband has put out a hit on his wife and the only person who knows where she is hiding is her twin sister, Amy Summers.

Protecting the sister she loves may be the thing that destroys her…

                It is a race against time for Carson to find Amy, convenience her of the imminent danger and get her to lead him to Jamie so he can escort both women and Jamie’s four-year-old child back to Texas.

Even if they make it can love on the run survive?

                Besides the obvious problems of running from a man who is trying to kill them, Carson and Amy have an instant attraction to each other and it is clouding his usual sharp judgment and causing them both to make costly mistakes.

A determined hitman, a diabolical plan. There is only one way to stop them both…

Author Bio

I love to write. I love to put characters in situations that seems impossible to get out of. Almost. Then, out of the blue, along comes that sexy, breathtakingly, handsome hero who can and will save the day. Sometimes, (I like this part), it’s the heroine who steps up and saves the day. I love to write. Did I mention that? Anyway, I love mystery, suspense and the forever kind of love. When someone asks me, “what do you write?” I can’t say romance. It’s not that simple. I want action, adventure, suspense with caring, loving, sexy, characters that seem to find trouble wherever they go.
I am married to my real life sexy hero who finds my imagination intriguing, but refuses to read my books. Thank God. Our, live-at-home children greet us at the door with tongues hanging and tails wagging. They travel with us when we vacation and get depressed when we have to leave them. We have four grown children who live close enough for us to see often.
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