Tina Foster's romantic suspense is a real page turner!
Hi, everyone,
I’m Tina Foster, author of: Flirting With Danger.
Lovers of suspense, thrillers, romance, action, and
crime fiction will enjoy this fast-paced and tension-filled novel.
Flirting
With Danger Summary:
All Amanda Lewis wanted was to meet her date and
enjoy a peaceful dinner. Instead, she finds him murdered.
She also sees the killers’ faces and the last thing
they need is a living witness. Now they
want to eliminate her as well. How can
she evade them?
Special Agent Steven Walker is there to meet a
snitch. He and Amanda collide. Can he keep her alive and safe from the
killers?
Both police and the killers are looking for a “list”
which will crack the case. It also
contains the identity of the mysterious head of the drug organization that
Steve has been investigating.
Can he find the missing list before he and Amanda
are killed?
How can they stay one step ahead of the killers when
someone is leaking information to the bad guys?
(Warning:
contains a couple of explicit adult scenes.)
About the author:
Tina Foster has spent 15 years as a literary agent. Now retired, she is concentrating on her own
writing. Flirting With Danger is her
first fiction novel.
She has also published four smaller books on the
craft of writing.
To sample the opening chapters, you can visit her
author page and click on the cover to peek inside, at:
http://www.amazon.com/author/fostertina.
Blog:
http://www.tinafosterspageturner.blogspot.com.
Web site:
http://www.tinafosterauthor.com.
They
certainly didn’t look like river runners.
Goose bumps prickled on Amanda’s arms.
She had a bad feeling. About to
retrace her steps and head for her car, she stopped when one of them spun the
swaying bag around. It took a moment to
realize this wasn’t really a bag the men were gathered about. Amanda stepped back, caught her breath in a
sharp gasp.
A
body.
Hanging
by the neck. Face twisted and blue. The swollen tongue lolled from the side of
the mouth. Blood smeared the nose, and
the eyes bulged from the sockets. The
neck bent at an unnaturally awkward angle.
The combination produced a grotesque face that was barely recognizable. But she did recognize his dark, thick
eyebrows and his hair.
Tony!
Oh,
Tony! Oh, GOD! Amanda wanted to scream, to run, to faint,
but for some reason couldn’t do anything but stand and gape at the deadly scene.
An
icy dread sprinted up her spine while her eyes flicked between Tony’s body and
the four men. She had obviously walked
in on a murder, and the last thing these men wanted was a living witness.
She
gulped in deep breaths of air. Had she
made a sound?
To
her horror, she realized she had. Her
hand flew to her mouth.
Four
pairs of eyes instantly riveted on her as the men turned toward the slight
sound of her gasp. For some reason, her
rubbery legs were unable to move. Frozen
with horror. Like gawking at a car crash.
“I
got this.” The demon man pinned her with
his gaze. The steel-like glint of his
eyes chilled Amanda to the core. He
began to run toward her. At the same
time, he reached inside his jacket and withdrew a dark object.
In
her confusion and terror, it took a moment before she realized he held a gun.
Willing
herself to move, she spun around. Scrambled
back the way she’d come. Amanda dodged
motor parts and fishing gear. Her heart
threatened to tear its way out of her chest.
Where the hell was the door? Feet
thudded several yards behind her.
Amanda
finally found the inner door to the office.
Dashed across the small room, but halted at the front entry. She glanced outside.
In
an instant, she evaluated her situation.
The parking lot was bare and wide open with no place to hide. They could easily shoot her in the back
before she got to her car. Panting with
panic, she saw a metal desk in the corner.
Instead of running outside, she slammed the front door shut with a loud
bang. Amanda sped behind the desk and
ducked down just as the inner door swung open.
She
crouched in the leg-well and held her breath.
Scrambling
footfalls came through the inner door. “Come
help me!” Demon-man’s voice.
Amanda
counted them as she heard the men rush past the desk and go outside. One . . .
two . . . three . . . four.
All those men were after her now.
They shouted to each other as they combed the parking lot.
Amanda
sat hunched beneath the desk, trying to decide what to do next. Tears rimmed her eyes while fear clenched and
twisted her stomach. That was real
smart, she chided herself. You can’t run
out right behind them now, can you?
Although, it did buy a few extra seconds of time while they searched
outside.
When
she scrambled from under the desk, she noticed a phone on top. She grabbed the handset. Punched in 911. It took a second to realize there was no
sound. No dial tone. No static.
Nothing. Phone lines must have
been cut. Her cell phone was in her
purse. In her car. In the parking lot. With the killers.
To sample the full first chapter, or to learn more about my books, or to purchase, go to my author page at: http://www.amazon.com/author/fostertina.
Or you can visit my website at: http://www.tinafosterauthor.com.
To contact me, email to: fosterliterary@yahoo.com.
My best to all of you.
To contact me, email to: fosterliterary@yahoo.com.
My best to all of you.
