When Olivia Doyle’s
father dies under suspicious circumstances, rather than inheriting a family
fortune, she inherits a new identity. She learns they were placed in the Federal
Witness Protection Program when she was five years old. Her father was involved
in an art forgery ring and testified against the mob. Brought up not to trust
anyone, Olivia has a difficult time relying on U.S. Marshal Ethan Ryder to
protect her, and to keep her secret. She fears her father may have continued his
life of crime through her art gallery. She has little choice but to depend on
Ethan when she realizes someone is now after her. Olivia’s search for the truth
leads her and Ethan across country to a family and past she doesn’t
remember.
At the age of ten,
Ethan witnessed a brutal murder. He vowed when he grew up, he’d protect people
in danger. Protecting Olivia is difficult when she won’t trust him. He soon
realizes his desire to protect her goes beyond doing his job, but if his
judgment becomes clouded by emotions, her safety could be
jeopardized.
Can Ethan and Olivia
learn to trust each other when they uncover secrets that will change their lives
forever?
Identity
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The footsteps drew
closer. Her breathing quickened. The intruder paused outside the door and she
held her breath, a death grip on the pepper spray. The barrel of a gun appeared
through the doorway, followed by a man. In that split second, she blasted him
with a steady stream.
“Shit!” he yelled,
snapping his head away from the line of fire.
Unsure if she’d made a
direct hit, she flew past him, still spraying the air behind her. Although it
wasn’t a blanket mist, she couldn’t help but inhale some of the toxic vapors in
the air. Her eyes burned slightly and she coughed, racing down the hallway and
across the open foyer.
She was almost to the
door when the guy yelled out in a raspy voice, “Touch that door handle and I’ll
shoot it off.”
She came to a
screeching halt, unsure if he planned on aiming for the handle or her hand. The
blood pulsating in her ears muffled the roar of the lawn mower as it passed by
near a window. Nobody would hear her scream. She eyed the security alarm keypad
on the wall by the door. Two quick steps and she could hit the panic button. Two
quick steps and she might get shot. She slowly turned around, her gaze locking
on the gun pointed at her from the opposite side of the foyer. Sheer panic
pressed against her chest, and she sucked in a deep breath.
The guy cleared his
throat. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” He cautiously lowered the gun, but didn’t
holster it. “Unless you spray that crap again.” He blinked rapidly and ran a
hand up over the top of his head, sweeping back a clump of wet hair. Her aim had
obviously been off. It was impossible to spray straight when her body was
shaking uncontrollably.
The guy’s dark hair
was just shy of touching his shoulders and he had a five o’clock shadow. A black
T-shirt covered his broad chest and faded, relaxed fitting jeans contradicted
his rigid stance. A scar across his cheekbone, and a thin one slashing his
eyebrow, added to his don’t mess with me look.
“I’m Ethan Ryder with
the U.S. Marshals.” The man flashed a badge, then slipped it back in his pants’
pocket.
If the mob had hunted
down her dad, who was to say it hadn’t been through a U.S. Marshal snitch? He’d
trusted Roy Howard, not Ethan Ryder. Maybe he wasn’t even with the U.S.
Marshals. Rather coincidental that he showed up right after a
robbery.
“I assume you’re
Olivia Doyle?”
At the back of her
mind she heard her dad’s voice. Don’t trust him, Livvy. Be leery of people you
know and certainly don’t trust someone you don’t know.
Eliza Daly’s first
attempt at creative writing was in fourth grade. She and her friends were huge
Charlie’s Angels fans and she would sit in her bedroom at night writing scripts
for them to act out at recess the following day. She was Kelly Garrett. Fast
forward to the present, she’s still writing stories about beautiful women who
always get their men. The journey from fourth grade script writer to published
author wasn’t an easy one, but it was always an adventure and the final
destination was well worth it.
When Eliza isn’t
traveling for her job as an event planner, or tracing her ancestry roots through
Ireland, she’s at home in Milwaukee working on her next novel, bouncing ideas
off her husband Mark, and her cats Quigley, Frankie, and
Sammy.
You can find Eliza on the web
at
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6 comments:
Ooooh, cannot wait to read this! Darn you, dissertation writing, for sucking me into your deep dark hole of despair! :P
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Nice excerpt!
lyra.lucky7 at gmail dot com
I use to love Charlie’s Angels as well :) great book!
lilypondreads at gmail dot com
Ethan sounds so cool under pressure! Really enjoyed the excerpt which put me in the middle of an action scene. I hope the action continues through the whole book :)
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This book looks awesome!!
I love the cover too!!
carriefort29 @ yahoo .com
Sounds like a nice read
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