About Rescued from the Dark....
This is a story about an FBI agent, Jason Michaels who goes undercover with the Irish Mob to get information on their gun smuggling ring. While on assignment he realizes they have joined forces with a known terrorist group manufacturing drugs. He searches for information to tie the two together when he finds out they have kidnapped a fellow agent and the only girl he has ever loved. Jason soon realizes their using Mercy to perfect their dosage and that his cover has been blown. He knows he has to save her so takes off a journey that will take him up against his enemies, peers and the Agency that he loves, but willing to give up to save his country and bring Mercy back to him.
Rescued from the Dark
She has no memory of their love...
Kidnapped by terrorists and sent into a drug-induced coma, FBI
intern Mercedes Kingsley awakes with no memory of her ordeal—or the intimate
interlude that left her pregnant. Convinced her child was fathered by her
ex-fiancé, she walks away from the only man she has ever loved, determined to
make things work with her ex, a man the FBI suspects is implicated in her
abduction.
He knows the truth, but no
one will listen...
FBI undercover agent Jason Michaels remembers what Mercy can’t
and those memories are breaking his heart. Forced to keep his distance from his
lover and their unborn child, Jason risks his life to protect Mercy from a cell
of international terrorists who have vowed to get the secrets locked in her
memory, no matter the cost. Can Jason convince Mercy to trust him until she
remembers their past, or will he lose her to a man who will trap her in a
nightmare world of darkness from which there is no escape?
EXCERPT:
An
explosion ricocheted behind Jason Michael’s eyes as the pressure mounted in his
head. The rush of panic consumed him. He struggled to move, tried to swallow,
but nothing. His throat burned as the flames engulfed his lungs. He needed to
breathe but couldn’t. Shit. He
strained to make out the muffled voice, but the pounding in his ears erased all
hope. His head started to spin and he succumbed to the realization, this was it, the end. He won. The flames
dampened and his heartbeat slowed as the drums subsided, then the voice became
clear.
“Give
it to him now you son of a bitch. What were you thinking? We still need him.”
In a
split second, Jason sucked in a breath, causing stabbing pains to shoot through
his chest. Every muscle fiber burned as the cold blast of air shot through his
lungs releasing the oxygen his body craved. He arched his back, raising his
chest up to pull in more air when his head snapped to the side and the crack
from his neck echoed in his ears. The pain ripped through his jaw, racing
across his cheekbone. Before he could gather his senses, intense burning set
his face on fire. What the hell?
The
slap against his cheek stung, and his eyes snapped open. He wrenched upright,
hitting his head on the roof of the SUV. His gaze darted back and forth looking
for something familiar until he locked onto the ice-cold stare of the devil
himself, Shaun Flanagan.
Damn, that was close. Jason could not blow his cover, even if it meant he
would die as David Logan and not Jason Michaels.
“You’re
finally awake, my boy. We almost lost you,” Shaun cold, emotionless laugh
caused Jason’s blood to boil. “You stopped breathing, I think. It’s hard to
tell with this new stuff. I hope you’re not too injured. We’ve got work to do.”
Jason’s
vision blurred, but his other senses were sharp. Shaun had known exactly what
the drug would do and the burn in Jason’s throat was a harsh reminder. Shaun’s
sarcastic tone spoke volumes to him. He was evil and did not play by anyone’s
rules but his own. Jason had spent the last two months undercover, playing
their games and doing their dirty work to buddy up tight to this family. He’d
earned his spot with Thomas Flanagan, but his son Shaun had issues trusting
anyone, even his own father.
Jason’s
anger burned inside of him, but he couldn’t afford to make mistakes, not now.
He was too close. It’s time to step it up, but first the drugs had to stop. He
rubbed his aching jaw with one hand, clenching his other into a fist to hide
his visible shaking. He had to get control of this game before he lost
everything.
I’m an avid reader of romantic suspense and started writing about a year ago after a vivid dream. I know, sounds cliché, but that’s how it started. I work full time at a Cardiology clinic, then at night you will find me in front of my computer writing. I grew up in Pennsylvania, but now live in Arkansas, surrounded by the Ozark Mountains where I get to enjoy the four seasons without a long, cold winter. Other than spending time with my wonderful family, my favorite things to do are writing, reading and listening to music, but my most favorite is going to the beach. Surf, sand and a good book, my stress relief.
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1 comment:
Thank you Dawn for having me here today. My day job hijacked me for a 16 hours today and I am now at home looking over your great site.
Thank you again, you're great.
Lynda
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