I was there. I saw what you did.

Blaise

I wasn’t supposed to be there that night, but my friend Sienna talked me into going to the party in Land’s End so she could spy on her boyfriend. While hiding out in the woods, we witnessed an unspeakable crime. And we did everything wrong afterward.

Connections run deep in our small town.

I was pressured into keeping my mouth shut, even though every part of me objected. I assumed I’d always do the right thing in any situation. I was wrong about that and a lot of other things.

I was wrecked by what I saw and how the victim was treated by kids I’d known all my life. I’ve been sick over it ever since, even as I moved on, far away from the town where I was raised.

Fourteen years later, I learn that the guy who committed that unspeakable crime is running for Congress, and something in me snaps.

I can’t bear the weight of that knowledge for another second.

Finally, I report what I saw, and all hell breaks loose for me and others who were at that long-ago party. Some of them will do whatever it takes to keep the truth from coming to light…even if they have to kill me.

In the midst of an epic battle, a new love gives me the strength to stay strong, to fight for my life and to right a terrible wrong.

Content warning: A sexual assault storyline may be upsetting to some readers.

Book Type:

Romance

Excerpt: In the Air Tonight

Jack is throwing the ball for a gorgeous Golden Retriever. The dog sees me and loses interest in the ball as she charges over to greet me.

“Watch out for the lethal tongue from hell,” Jack says.

I sit on the stairs and find he wasn’t kidding as I’m bathed in dog spit, which makes me laugh for the first time in longer than I can remember. It takes about two seconds to be completely covered in dog hair and spit.

Jack rushes over to rescue me. “I’m sorry. I keep thinking she’ll grow out of her puppy behavior, but she’s three.”

“She’s beautiful. Where was she yesterday?”

“Having her teeth cleaned at the vet.”

“What’s your name, gorgeous?”

“Fenway.”

“I love that. A tip of the hat to the Red Sox.”

“Yep. Are you a fan?”

“Of course. And let me tell you, that’s not an easy thing to be in New York City.”

“I’ll bet it’s not.” He tosses a tennis ball that has the dog sprinting toward the main house. “Did she get hair in your coffee?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Sorry if we disturbed you.”

“You didn’t.”

The dog comes back with the ball, which she drops at his feet. She waits expectantly for him to throw it again.

“How many times do you have to throw it for her?”

“Two to three hundred a day?”

I laugh at his grimace. “My brother has a bat he uses to wear out his dog faster.” I know this because I’ve seen video of Arlo playing with his dog, not because I’ve ever met the dog.

“That’s a great idea. I need to get out my Little League slugger.”

I sip my coffee as I watch them play while wondering what he does for work.

He’s good with the dog, laughing at her antics and praising her for rare seconds of good behavior.

Though I hardly ever give much thought to men or dating or any of the baggage that comes with such things, I can’t deny that Jack is truly adorable and sexy in a rugged sort of way. His faded jeans fit him just right, and his flannel shirt is mostly unbuttoned, revealing a muscular chest and abdomen, as he wanders the yard barefooted. I want to ask if his feet get cold, but he speaks before I can.

He throws the ball for what must be the hundredth time. “How long are you in town?”

“I’m not sure.”

He waggles his brows at me. “You’re a woman of mystery.”

“Not so much.”