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“Stop!” The voice shouted behind her, spurring speed to her already-flying feet. Stop? Not if she wanted to live. Rasping breaths escaped Gina Santino’s throat as her bare feet pounded hard sand. She squinted into the inky darkness and her heart drummed in her ears, drowning out the sound of the waves crashing onto the beach. She could almost imagine the breath of her pursuer on the nape of her neck. A hand reaching out to spin her around… Goose bumps puckered her skin, but fear and adrenaline heated her body; sweat beaded her forehead. The waves pulsed beside her as she stayed near the edge of the water, desperate to stay out of reach of the lights along the upper end of the sand. Multicolored lights announcing the fast-approaching Christmas season were strung from the roof of the public beach–access restroom and briefly illuminated part of her path. Long dark hair whipped into her eyes, blinding her as terror threatened to knock the strength from her legs. Her large antique locket bounced against her throat, matching the frantic beat of her pulse beneath it. How had they found her? She’d been so careful. Yes, she’d left her house in a rush, but she’d driven a crazy route that had her arriving at the beach house two hours later than the direct approach would have. And they’d still found her. Her mind cramped at the possibilities as she flung a frantic look over her shoulder. Was that a shadow? Were they still chasing her? Of course they were. Fear-induced adrenaline added wings to her fleeing bare feet. Oh, Mario, I need you! But Mario, her fiancé, was dead. Killed six months ago when a bomb exploded during a routine army training exercise. Or so she’d been told. Who knew what the real story was? And now she was facing the holidays, Thanksgiving and Christmas, without him. Of course, that was the least of her worries right now. Driftwood crowded her path, and she jumped over another fallen piece of debris that had washed in at high tide. Stumbling, she went to one knee, her momentum propelling her into the sand, rolling her over twice before she could push herself back up. Ignoring her screaming, sand-burned knee and oxygen-deprived lungs, she regained her balance, pumping her legs back up to full speed. She couldn’t keep running, not at this pace. But she sure couldn’t slow down. He—they?—would kill her this time. Please, God. Her eyes darted, desperately seeking a hiding place. Shivers danced on her overheated skin as the freezing wind blew. Up ahead, a light flickered. Someone walking toward her? She skidded to a halt, gasping, panting, sucking in much-needed oxygen; her knee throbbing a reminder that she needed to find a place to hide. The light bobbed closer. Friend or foe? Had they surrounded her? Surely they couldn’t have gotten in front of her. But then she wouldn’t have guessed they would have been able to show up on her doorstep either. What do I do, God? What do I do? The safety of her little cottage lay approximately two miles behind her. Thank goodness she’d taken up running every morning for the last year. If not, she’d never have made it this far. The light flickered, then disappeared. A split-second decision had her making a sharp right to trudge through the softer sand. She didn’t even have a cell phone. But the little diner just up the road would have a phone and she could call for help. If she could get there. A gunshot rang out, and Gina flinched when it hit the ground in front of her. A warning shot. That told her one thing. They wanted her alive. And that scared her more than the thought that they might want her dead. She double-timed her struggle through the sand, praying that whoever was chasing her was having the same problems. Finally, her feet hit asphalt. Another gunshot. She cringed, expecting at any moment to feel the pain of a bullet entering her body. She pressed on. She needed a phone. She needed help. Where was Ian?
Ian Masterson pressed his foot to the gas pedal. He’d promised Gina he’d be there at 9:00 p.m. It was now 11:45 p.m. and the darkness pressed in on his windshield like dirt on top of a coffin. She’d called him yesterday and asked him to meet her at the beach house. He didn’t have to ask for directions. Gina’s cousin, Antonio Santino; her late fiancé, Mario Anthony; and he, Ian Masterson, had been the Three Musketeers. Best friends and fellow U.S. Army Rangers—no three men had a tighter friendship. Until Ian moved away. Then Mario had died and Antonio had flown off to Iraq on a mission. Ian was home for the moment and would be until Gina’s troubles were resolved. But he’d been held up on the way to meet her. He’d had to request emergency personal leave to get out of a last-minute assignment in Pakistan. Fortunately, a buddy with another unit had volunteered to go in his place. Ian owed him big time. Only now he was almost three hours later than he’d said he’d be, and Gina wasn’t answering her phone. He didn’t like the thoughts crowding his mind. Punching her speed dial button one more time, he offered up a prayer on her behalf. Her voice mail clicked on again. He hung up and clenched his teeth. What were you working on, Mario, that’s put Gina in danger? She hadn’t told him much when she’d called yesterday morning asking him to meet her. Just that some men had tried to kill her when she’d walked in on them tearing her house apart in Spartanburg, South Carolina. Now, she’d fled to the coast and trouble had followed her. His gut clenched as he pictured her face. Dark hair, with upturned black eyes that hinted at Asian ancestry somewhere back in the Italian family line. He clearly remembered those eyes, which hid her innermost thoughts but could flash with compassion or laughter at the drop of a hat. The next-to-the-last time he’d seen her had been about eight months ago, when he’d stopped in to see his old commanding officer and had overheard her in the hallway. She’d been moaning about losing weight so she could fit into the wedding dress she wanted. She hadn’t known he was there. He’d left as quietly as he’d arrived. The last time he’d seen her had been at Mario’s funeral. She’d lost the weight. Ian’s fingers clenched the steering wheel. His molars ground together as he remembered Gina’s devastation at the funeral. He’d gone to her and offered her a hug, but her stares were like daggers cutting through him, the accusation clear in her liquid-chocolate eyes. She might as well have shouted the words, “If you’d been here, he wouldn’t have died.” But she didn’t, just hunched her shoulders against her grief and walked away. And caused Ian a fresh bout of crippling pain. Ian had envied Mario for a long time but finally had given up fighting his feelings and had requested a transfer to a different base so he wouldn’t run into the two of them together. Not Not that he begrudged his friend’s happiness; Ian just had a hard time controlling the ache in his heart every time he saw Gina’s smile. The way she tilted her head to the left when she really listened to what you were saying. Or the way she pulled her hair back into a long ponytail that revealed her slender neck. He’d watched her pulse beat there one time and had to leave the restaurant they were in because of his overwhelming feelings for her. He’d done the unthinkable. He’d fallen in love with a committed woman. His best friend’s future wife.
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While I was reading this book by an author I had never read, I began to enjoy how the writer pulled her faith into the book--a book that was very violent... I began to think about the fact that I love this type of good versus evil book, where at least 99% of the time result in the good guys winning. Yay! At first I thought about asking for a book interview, but then found that I found and could share several already available. Even if no book would compare, in storyline, to another...
So, as you have already read above, I share the first scenes in the book... In a few words, Gina Santino is running for her life and she has no idea why. The only conclusion she can make is that it has something to do with her fiancée Mario who had recently died while on the job. In a training accident, supposedly, which Gina has a hard time believing giving his job...
But she had done exactly what Mario had told her to do if something happened to him and she herself got into trouble, she was to call Ian... The thing is that Ian had earlier left their unit of Rangers suddenly and it seemed that everybody was upset that he had abandoned all of them, including Mario. Gina found it hard to trust Ian since nobody had known why he had suddenly transferred. The only thing Gina could do is trust in what Mario had wanted her to do... And Ian, when she had called, said he would immediately come.
Albeit later than he'd said--and Gina was literally on the run!
It had started when she came home and found that her home had been broken into. She had seen a little of what had happened, called the police and immediately left. This will be happening over and over throughout the book, with Ian catching up and immediately taking over to plan how to deal with keeping Gina safe while at the same time working to discover what was happening--and why?
The author takes the opportunity to quickly alert her readers just how bad things are when Ian takes Gina to one of his friends, a judge, who has built an extreme security-controlled home, together with escape methods... And, yes, whoever the group who was chasing Gina, found them and were forced to go on the run again...
Ian started by calling only one of his former friends in the earlier ranger unit, who, with hesitation, did then agree to provide him needed equipment, such an encrypted cell phone, so he could begin to ensure at least a layer of security cover immediately. But even before Ian had left the unit, for purely personal integrity reasons, there has been rumors of a possible mole in the unit... But, thankfully, Gina's family could also offer some assistance, once Ian and Gina had talked about how to keep her family safe, while she continued to be on the run... Finally, Gina called her brother, an FBI Agent and his wife, a homicide detective!
So, at this point it is appropriate to spotlight that the suspense is kept tight, because of the skill of the writer in creating excellent characters in both good and bad guy roles that simply cannot be assumed to be what will be later discovered... There were a few hints that help me foresee the "possible" who and what will happening...which I appreciated, LOL...
Now, I had to admire how the writer took her faith into account as to how Gina and Ian would be able to work closely and yet hold true to the emotional feelings of each that had resulted in the choice Ian made to break from his unit... In fact, I don't think I've seen another writer do this minute-by-minute thoughtful decisions made by each as two people, both afraid for their lives, are able to... still... come... to... trust! That goes especially for Gina, who still felt a major loss with the death of her fiancée...
I loved it and highly recommend...
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