CRIMSON POINT SERIES #2 
Release Date: November 27, 2018
ISBN: 978-1-928044-30-7
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Format: ebook & print
Length: Novel (75,000 words)
*Wisconsin Write Touch Readers’ Award winner*
BLURB
She left her painful past behind.
Poppy Larsen is finally free. She moved to Crimson Point to make a new life for herself, full of bright possibilities. A whole new world awaits her, if she can find the courage to trust again—even her gorgeous neighbor, the town sheriff. But darkness lurks in the picturesque Oregon Coast town, concealing a deadly threat that’s closer than she ever imagined.
Now a killer is watching her from the shadows.
Sheriff Noah Buchanan can’t help but be intrigued by his new neighbor. She’s hard working, sexy as hell, and unlike most of the women in town, she hasn’t thrown herself at him. After it becomes clear that she plans to put down roots here, he finds himself falling more and more for Poppy and her big heart. When someone from her past tries to hurt her, it triggers all his protective instincts. But the real danger is hiding in plain sight. When the unthinkable happens, Noah is thrust into a race against time to save her before it’s too late.
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EXCERPT
The hardwood floor was cool beneath her bare feet as she headed for the stairs to get dressed, but she was warm and cozy in her robe.
Two steps into the hallway, she looked up and froze, a strangled cry sticking in her throat. What the hell is he doing in my house?
He stood there blocking the far end, a weird look on his face as he stared at her.
She shook off the shock and found her voice. “What are you doing…” Her words trailed off as he took a menacing step toward her.
Fight or flight kicked in.
A weapon. She needed a—
Her grandfather’s rifle!
But dammit, she couldn’t get to the hall closet now—he was barring her way.
She whirled and darted into the office instead to grab the first substantial thing she could see—an old stapler, and her keys. Whipping around, she stepped into the hall and threw the stapler at his head with all her might.
He threw up his hands and ducked. She spun and raced for the door, keys in hand as a heavy thunk sounded behind her but she didn’t stop, her entire focus on reaching the door, just steps away. All she had to do was get out and make it to her car.
She shot out a hand to grab the antique doorknob, conscious of him coming closer and closer with each heartbeat. It took precious seconds she didn’t have for her fumbling hands to unlock the door and twist the knob.
But it was already too late. He was on her.
He wrapped frighteningly strong arms around her from behind and jerked her off her feet. She screeched and clawed at his arms with the keys, cutting him. He yelled in pain and seized her wrist with an angry snarl.
Poppy shrieked and fought him. They struggled there in the front entryway, him trying to wrench the keys from her hand while she used all her strength to try and drive her hand upward and gouge his face with the serrated edges locked in her fist.
His fingers bit deep into the underside of her wrist. In seconds her entire hand was numb and weakening. Poppy screamed and twisted as hard as she could but she couldn’t make him let her go. The keys clattered to the floor.
Out of desperation she wrenched her body to the side and kicked out at his legs, tripping him. They tumbled to the floor with a crash and his grip momentarily eased.
Gasping, Poppy scrambled to her knees and lunged for the front door again, terror giving her added speed. This time she got it open. She staggered to her feet and took a lunging step through the doorway.
Powerful hands seized her arms and dragged her down to the porch.
“Let me go,” she screamed, so overloaded with adrenaline and fear that nausea churned in her belly.
Breathing just as hard as her, he didn’t answer, just banded his arms around her to hold her down, his legs coming around hers. Trapping her.
His erection pressed hard against her hip.
Cold speared through her, bile rushing up her throat. She screamed in fury and denial, thrashing, trying to bite him. But he held her so tight it was useless. He clamped a hand over her mouth, simultaneously silencing her and keeping her head immobile.
Poppy sobbed against his restraining hand and wrenched her head back and forth, trying to rip his hand away from her mouth.
No use.
Out of the corner of her eyes she barely caught the blur of his other hand as it swung up toward her head. She flinched, jerked as something sharp jabbed into her neck. A needle.
No. No!
A feral, animalistic snarl tore from her throat. Why was he doing this? She could barely suck in air in the tiny space above the meaty fingers clamped over her mouth. Her muscles burned, her bones aching from the effort of trying to throw him off.
Don’t give up. Fight. You have to fight him off!
Within moments her head began to spin and her body grew weak. She fought against a new, more powerful threat—whatever drug he’d injected her with.
Her body was shutting down fast.
She was still conscious when she went limp against him, though her thoughts were sluggish and it took superhuman effort to force her heavy eyelids open. Her body was eerily unresponsive as the jangle of her keys reached her. Then he dragged her from the floor and slung her over one shoulder like a sack of grain.
She hung limply over his back, unable to move, much less scream. While inside her chest, her heart pounded in a frantic rhythm.