Blurb:
The Shadow
was watching her again. Sophie Diem could not see him. She could not prove he
was there. She could never prove that he was there. But she
constantly felt his eyes.
Sometimes he would
approach. On those occasions she tried to run. Running was pointless, though.
He would always return. And he would always ask the same question−over
and over and over…
Where is Nathan
Bethard?
Sophie's boss has
skipped town, abandoning their counseling firm. Now a stranger is stalking her.
In an attempt to flee the man, she seeks a new job...in London. Surely crossing
the Atlantic will be enough to deter her shadow.
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Excerpt:
Sophie Diem closed the trunk of
her Corolla with her elbow. It popped back open, of course. There had to be a
sensor that detected just how many shopping bags she could juggle at once. Throw
in a cold October rain and she realized that the free pinky on her left hand
did not possess enough power for the deed. With a sigh she dropped three bags
down on the wet sidewalk and slammed the trunk shut. Stringing her fingers
through the plastic bag handles, she cursed when the paper towels toppled out.
Something made her pause. That
keen sense of being watched. It crawled up the back of her neck as surely as if
the perpetrator stood behind her with his fingers around her throat.
It
was him.
He was watching her again.
Her shadow.
She could not see him. She could
not prove he was there. She could never prove that he was there. But his eyes
bore into her back.
Would he approach her today? He
had done so in the past−the tall man with eyes the color of the darkest storm.
The man who moved with catlike agility, but looked as if he rarely slept. The
man who evoked chills even when she could not see him.
She had told others about him.
Under their encouragement she had even approached the police. There was nothing
they could or would do, though. She
had no name for this man. No identity. Anytime she tried to trap him, he
disappeared.
Oh, she had tried. She had even
attempted to record him once with the microphone on her cell phone. But what
good did a voice do? In the eyes of the police there was no physical threat.
There was no name or body for them to go after. And again, the man would slip
back into the night.
“Hello Sophie.”
The deep voice rumbled in the
rain. The drops concealed his tread as he crossed the street to stand at her
side. Dark rain coat. Dark pants. Gleaming dark hair. A face cast in shadow. He
was a manifestation of the street itself−as if the pavement had morphed into
this daunting figure.
She did not bolt, though. If she
ran as she had done in the past, he would just let her go.
But he would always return.
He would always find her.
And he would always ask the same
question−over and over and over…
Where
is Nathan Bethard?
About the
Author:
USA TODAY
bestselling author, Maureen A. Miller's first novel, WIDOW'S TALE earned her a
Golden Heart nomination in Romantic Suspense. A
great fan of the romantic suspense genre, Maureen created the site, JUST
ROMANTIC SUSPENSE
where authors and readers of this wonderful genre can mix and mingle.
You can learn more
about Maureen on her website at www.maureenamiller.com
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