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Stormy Nights
Sharleen Johnson
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BOOK SYNOPSIS
Frank McCrae's sister and parents have been murdered. He's determined to prove the guilt of the person he knows to be the murderer. Once a true crime writer, mystery author Crissa uses her skills to help collect evidence. But as they draw closer to the truth and to each other, the danger to their lives escalates. Crissa falls in love with Frank, but she suspects he is capable of murder.

In the middle of a hurricane, Frank realizes what he feels for Crissa, but his realization may have come too late--Crissa is missing.

BOOK EXCERPTS
Charlotte, North Carolina

The young woman emerged from the air-conditioned bar into the steamy heat of a July night. Two too many drinks had made her legs a little rubbery, but she could handle it. Tonight, liquor had been a rare necessity. It dulled the pain of learning that her husband had been unfaithful--and with her supposed best girlfriend.

Could she forgive him? Was there any way to wipe from her mind the image of him having sex with another woman? Tangled sheets, bare limbs, and heaving bodies. Whispered words of love. The painful answer was: no.

She could make it on her own. Tomorrow, she would call her lawyer. Tomorrow, she would think about what to do with the rest of her life. Her long slender fingers touched the slight bulge of her abdomen. Now, there was another life to consider. Pregnancy, drinking, and driving were a lethal combination, but she vowed it would never happen again. Tomorrow she would begin her life anew. Starting over was something she was getting good at.

Her Jaguar glistened like a jewel against the black-velvet asphalt. The streetlight imparted a slightly greenish tint to the sparkling white finish of the car. She settled into the comfortable leather seat and turned the key. The engine purred as though begging to show the power lurking beneath the hood.

Nothing like a new car to lift a girl’s spirits she quietly mused then inhaled slowly. That distinctive smell of newness was pleasant--even if it did come from a spray can.

Removing the wedding ring from her finger was a slow, ceremonial gesture. That touch of finality. She dropped it into her purse then slipped the gear lever into drive.

Fifteen minutes later she stopped for a red light. Her moody concentration was jolted when she was bumped from behind. Without thinking about the late hour or the seedy part of town she was crossing through, she angrily threw open the door. She was a little unsteady in three-inch heels and braced herself against the fender as she stomped back to confront the driver.

"You dumb son of a bitch! Didn’t you see the red light? I haven’t had this car two weeks."

"Angie, baby."

She peered into the dark interior of the car, wondering if the face was familiar, wondering which of her friends was playing a sick joke on her. "What the--"

The shining blue barrel of a pistol lifted to her face. She never heard the blast that claimed her young life.

AUTHOR BIO
Sharleen Johnson has several published novels to her credit with more in the pipeline. She has been active in the local chapter of the Romance Writers of America and has lectured beginners on the craft of writing fiction. She writes romantic suspense in both contemporary and historical settings. Her other interests include training dogs, gardening, genealogy, crafts, "my beloved Macintosh computer," and playing casino blackjack.

Sharleen lives near Chattanooga with her husband, Joseph Rhinock, and Tiger, their Norwich Terrier. They have a son, daughter and seven grandchildren.

BOOK REVIEWS
This story is an exciting suspenseful tale that will keep you on pins and needles until the end. The lead duo are thrown into a very quick, very passionate affair that is as volatile as the storm brewing around them. McCrae is an angry, bitter man who wants to kill whoever ended the lives of his family. He's a real hot-head where Crissa keeps cool under pressure. A very interesting plot with the storm and their raging emotions make for an explosive storyline.” Highly Recommended - -Robin Peek, "Under the Covers."

This story is smoothly written. From the prologue to the last page, the action is paced to keep the pages turning. The hero, Frank, is driven and well motivated, and while the heroine, Crissa's motivations are less clear, she comes alive. The developing romance literally steams. Sharleen Johnson has written a page-turner.” Five Stars --Janet Lane Walters, simegen.com

This story by Sharleen Johnson will have you sitting tall and tapping your foot in impatience. You want to get to the end of this book. You have to get to the end because the need to know what happens is intense. Johnson knows her police work and pulls off the story by filling us in just as we need to know. Filled with details, sensual love scenes and spicy dialogue, Johnson has a winner. © --Diana Lesire Brandmyer, Sharpwriter.com

Ms. Johnson has created a riveting page-turner filled with colorful and extremely fleshed out main characters. A skillful balance between her use of narrative and dialog makes for easy reading, as well as an extremely well researched and visually rendered locale. This reader thoroughly enjoyed this exciting work by an up-and-coming author to keep an eye on.”-- Denise Clark, Road to Romance


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MORE BOOK INFO
ISBN: 1590888715
ISBN(13-digit): 9781590888711
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Wings ePress
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 264
Paper Weight (lb): 11.2



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