Friday, February 17, 2017

On A Knife’s Edge by @AuthorLyndaB #Suspense #Action #Romance #BookTour #Amazon #Kindle

On a Knife's Edge 
She was once his sweet salvation…
Lynch Callan has been a dead man walking most of his life—nothing out of the ordinary for a member of the 5th Street biker gang. There was a brief period, though, when she made him believe he could be more. That he could be worthy of her, and her love. To protect her, and keep their relationship from being discovered, he went to prison. Except now the Streeters are in danger. But in order to save his crew, he must first betray them. If caught, he’ll end up dead for sure. It’ll be the mother of all balancing acts—especially with her in the picture. But Lynch will do whatever is necessary to protect the people he loves.
He was once her deepest desire… Shasta Albright doesn’t break the rules. Not anymore. As an unruly teenager, she defied her family at every turn…even secretly befriending, then dating, then falling in love with a bad boy Streeter. Finally her recklessness caught up with her—with lasting and even dire consequences. Now she leads a pristine existence, always staying within the lines and keeping her secrets hidden. That is until he gets released from prison. Can Shasta hold her perfect world together, or will everything get hurled into chaos?
With young girls going missing, the sleepy town of Stardust, Nevada becomes an unlikely epicenter for an illicit slave trade—with Shasta and Lynch caught in the middle. Amidst the rising body count, they fight to keep their loved ones—and each other—safe. A single slipup could have deadly repercussions. It’s an untenable and treacherous position. Much like walking On a Knife’s Edge…

Excerpt #4 – PG…

Agent Newman pulled out his phone and swiped the screen. The device chirped once. “Shit.” He stuffed the cell back into his pocket then came around the sofa and none-too-gently elbowed Shasta into standing. He scooped Wyatt into his arms.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Getting you and your son out of here.” The agent turned to the door. “I’ll come back for Callan.”
Panic swelled in Shasta’s chest. “We can’t go. What about Graham? He doesn’t have his wheelchair. He could in one of the bedrooms, unconscious and hurt.”
Newman flattened his mouth. “You smell the gas. This place could catch fire any second. I won’t risk your safety.” He jerked his chin to the door. “Now let’s go.”
She headed for the hallway. “Take Wyatt outside. I’ll just be a minute checking the rooms.”
“Goddamn it…wait.”
She stopped and looked over her shoulder. Newman carefully deposited her son back on the couch and came up beside her. He flipped on the hallway light switch, but nothing happened.
After another colorful expletive, the agent propped his foot on the wall and unstrapped a handgun from its ankle holster. He held it out to Shasta. “You know how to shoot?”
She shrank back slightly. “Why do I need a gun?”
“Is that a yes or no?”
“Yes, I can shoot.”
“Good.” He chambered a round and pressed the weapon into her hand. “The safety’s off. Stay here and try not to shoot me when I come back.”
Shasta watched him move stealthily down the dark corridor until blackness enveloped him. Lynch moaned and she dashed to his side. “Hey…”
His eyelids fluttered as he lifted his head. “Shaly?” It sounded like the word hurt his throat.
She gripped his hand. “Yes…it’s me.”
He blinked, his focus unclear. “Go. Get outta here…now.”
“We will once Agent Newman finds Graham.”
Lynch shook his head then groaned. “You…don’t understand. Danger…you’re in…” His eyes rolled back. “…dan…ger…” His head sagged down to his chest.
Shasta carefully jostled his shoulder. “Lynch?”
A loud thump from the bedrooms jolted her heart. She hastened to her feet. Adjusting her sweaty hold on Newman’s gun, she tiptoed toward the unlit hallway. Slow, steady footsteps approached.
“Agent Newman?”
No answer. But the footfalls grew nearer.
She retreated as an indistinguishable figure gradually walked forward. She knew it was a man, but she also realized it wasn’t Agent Newman. This man was taller and not as broad in the shoulders.
The first thing she saw were his shoes. Even in the weak illumination, she could tell they were expensive, with a polished shine. Next came slacks with crisp, tight creases. Newman wore a unkempt suit.
“Agent…Newman?” She hated that her voice quaked.
“No, sweetheart. Not Agent Newman.”

Shasta recoiled at the familiar baritone voice.

About Lynda…

I have no doubt I was born a storyteller.

I remember telling my first “story” in kindergarten. I informed my teacher, Mrs. Downing, that my mom had just had a baby boy. She hadn’t, of course, and while I got thoroughly admonished for my “storytelling,” I wasn’t deterred from what would become a lifelong passion.

From making up tales as a kid which centered around my favorite TV shows to today, I love telling stories! Stories with handsome guys and spunky gals, that always…always end with a happily-ever-after.

My romances are full of passion, with heat levels that range from hot to sizzling! I've been a finalist in numerous writing contests, including RWA’s® prestigious Golden Heart® in 2010. Please join me for laughter, love and that all important HEA.

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