The FBI wants their star witness happy and will do anything to make sure Cassie testifies. But it is clear to Jake that the shooter isn’t the only person who wants Cassie dead. Not knowing who to trust, he vows to protect Cassie at all cost despite the fact that guarding the beautiful novelist is a serious distraction.
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Lisa gave me an excerpt to make sure I was hooked. Read it and you will be too…
Material Witness EXCERPT:
Uneasiness skittered through her, settling in her stomach. It wasn’t the same stirring she felt just seconds ago. Cassie refused to believe it to be a premonition, so she passed it off as fatigue.
Jake’s presence in her home was too intimate. He’d been an enigmatic stranger at Rory’s, and a highly professional police officer at the police station last night. He was much the same now, except in her apartment, surrounded by her personal things, Cassie felt almost…naked in a way she hadn’t felt for some time.
“Colombian coffee on the refrigerator door. Filters in the cabinet above the coffee maker on the counter,” she said.
As Jake treaded to the kitchen, Cassie plopped down on her slipcovered sofa and draped the afghan over her legs. This man had been privileged to see more of her than any man had in three years, and she hadn’t even known him a full twenty-four hours.
It wasn’t only modesty. Scratches from the flying glass and bruises from hitting the floor were now surfacing on her skin. Cassie hadn’t felt them when she’d showered last night or before she went to bed, but now that the adrenaline rush had worn off, they were nagging at her.
She reached for the newspaper. “What am I reading?”
“Front page,” Jake called out from the kitchen.
Cassie slapped the newspaper on her lap, fingering the edge of the paper as she examined the headline. “The President vetoed—” she started to say before Jake came back into the room and cut in.
“Bottom of the page, big bold print.”
Her eyes grazed the page of the Providence Journal Bulletin until they settled on the article Jake was referring to. Her whole body collapsed as the newsprint screamed at her. Crime novelist Cassie Lang involved in deadly shoot-out.
Cassie’s heart stopped beating and her hands shook so violently, the newspaper slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor. When she finally found her voice, it was barely audible to her own ears as she spoke.
“You said you weren’t going to reveal my name.”
Jake was at the doorway, leaning his shoulder against the doorjamb.
“Then how? Who?”
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