Teaser Tuesday: Beneath the Surface

Welcome to #TeaserTuesday on the NGWN blog! Today I’m sharing an oldie, but a goodie… This is the first book in my Small Town Secrets series, BENEATH THE SURFACE. If you love romantic suspense, this series is for you. There’s also a free novella available on my website that’s related to the series. You can find that information at the bottom!


Too many secrets…
Hidden in a quiet town along the Tennessee border, a secret gathering exists where the privileged fulfill their darkest desires. One of their members initiates a desperate act designed to bring home his lifelong obsession: Emma Hartwell.

A past not forgotten…
Drawn back to her hometown by the psychic connection with her twin sister, Emma must fight the stubborn silence of those around her in her quest to find her missing sister. Colin McIntyre hopes to make up for his past mistakes with Emma by helping her, but his own ties to the Gathering might be exposed along the way.

Time is running out…
Exposure could be dangerous for his family, along with himself and Emma. Can they fight the secrets and lies to rescue Emma’s sister… and their own chance at life-long love?

Street Cafe At Night


She knew she should shut down the car and go inside, but the churning in her stomach had her delaying a bit longer. Who would she run into on the other side of those doors? How many of the boys that were there that devastating summer night had grown up to become Cadence police officers? City officials? Several had been the sons of prominent councilmen, cops, and business owners. They’d held all the power. She’d been lucky to escape with only a few bruises to show for it.

Would any of them believe her claims about her sister? She had no proof that Amy was missing, only a “feeling” and the lack of an answer on the phone. What good would that do her if they wanted evidence? Considering the carnality of the images, she certainly wasn’t going into details about her dream. Still, the memory of the burning sensation around her wrists and the ache of shame finally forced her from her car.

Her legs gained strength as her inner assurance grew. She strode across the wide stretch of cobblestone and up the short flight of steps to the veranda-inspired threshold protecting the entrance.

Just as she reached the top, a man swept out from behind one of the columns right in front of her. Too late to stop, her momentum carried her forward and he bumped her opposite shoulder with his body as he passed. A jolt that had nothing to do with the impact rocked her.

The collision, slight as it was, had him jerking to a halt on the second step. Pausing, she glanced over her shoulder, not recognizing more than a shadow looming over her despite his lower elevation. It took a moment for the man’s features to register and coalesce into a blast from her past.

Tall, close-cropped dark hair, and the most piercing gaze she’d ever encountered. The body had matured, muscles now defined and straining the black T-shirt covering them. A hectic flush whipped her cheeks and heaviness settled low in her belly.

Recognition and shame jolted through her like lightening, taking her back to that long-ago night when those same dark eyes had scanned her predicament with disgust and dismissed her with a blink.

Colin McIntyre.

Instantly images filled her mind. Watching those broad shoulders as he turned his back on her, leaving her exposed and helpless on the table. The whimper escaping her throat as her chance for help disappeared with him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice deeper and steadier than the last time she’d heard him speak. For a moment she thought he’d read her mind, but her haunting memories weren’t his. He probably hadn’t thought of that night even once in the years since she’d left town. Despite her hard-won confidence and professional success, for the life of herself she could not think of one appropriate response. Not surprising, considering the last time she’d seen him he’d barely been able to look her in the eye.

So she turned on her heel and walked into the cool protection of the courthouse. The one person she’d hoped to avoid had been the first one she’d met in town. Just great. She hoped it wasn’t any indication of how hellish this trip would truly be, but twenty minutes later, she realized it just might be worse.

“I know she’s missing.”

The policeman across from her waved as if shooing away a fly. “Good ol’ Amy. What would you be worried about her for?”

“Because I’m her sister.” Dumb-ass.

“Oh, I think Amy is more than capable of taking care of herself.”

Though she was normally a reserved person, it was literally all she could do not to come across the desk and smack Lt. Tom Abernathy on his impassive, ruddy cheek. He’d been far from helpful. In fact, the leer on those fleshy lips didn’t come a mile close to professional. She’d be damned if she was going to spill her guts about twin visions and psychic connections. Besides, he probably expected her to make some kind of trashy scene—based on her family’s history in the area—and she wasn’t about to indulge him.

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Street Cafe At Night

Don’t forget the FREE novella available on my website! SNOW BOUND is a short, sexy addition to this series! Get your Special Offer copy HERE!

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