Genre: Romantic Suspense
Publisher: SilverTree Publishing
Date of Publication: May 18, 2014
Number of pages: 223
Cover Artist: Karen Lopp
Detective Rissa Marten sacrificed her only chance for a normal life to put a drug lord behind bars. Now, her life in the shadows has to be brought to life to save the man she has secretly loved for years. With a price on her head can she risk letting him know?
Detective Jerah Qassem has built his career as an undercover agent in the dangerous world of drug cartels. But when a ghost from his past is resurrected can he overcome his bitterness in time to save her life?
Rissa peeled her eyes open and tossed the pillow off her head. Sun filtered in the room through the cracks of the curtain. A few blinks later, she let out a slow breath. Jerah slept by her side. Propped on her elbows she took a leisurely study of him. Hair mussed and shirtless, his dark toned skin made her mouth water. Two days’ worth of whiskers darkened his firm jaw that hung slightly open. The urge to run her fingers through that curly chest hair pulled at her heart. His abs were ripped and yummy. She grinned and reached out.
A cold fist of reality punched her in the gut and Rissa yanked her hand back. She could never jeopardize Jerah’s life like that, no matter how strong the temptation. Even a date was off limits. She jerked up and rubbed the base of her neck. The last two times she dated, both men ended up dead. Nothing but a deep rooted gut feeling suggested foul play, but she would never take that chance again. Besides, a life on the run didn’t make relationships an option. If Rissa were killed that was one thing, but anyone she ever got close to ended up six feet under. Even though Chief Wassom took her in, she had never gone to any family functions and rarely saw him outside of work.
Rissa tugged on her shoes and cast one last look at Jerah’s bare chest. Would he still be alive if he had taken her up on her offer of sex eight years ago? Somehow, even from prison, her mother managed to find and kill those she cared about. That was a worse punishment than being tortured to death.
A quick survey of the sparsely furnished room reminded her of her place. No family photos, no personal items, and probably frozen dinners in the freezer. She hated to think Jerah lived like this.
Still tired, Rissa padded to the kitchen and peeked inside the refrigerator and frowned. Didn’t Jerah ever have a meal at home? Hungry, she fetched her borrowed jacket and grinned when she spied some cash on the dresser. Jerah hadn’t moved and she flicked another longing glance over him. Look but don’t touch. She did have one thing in common with her mother. They both were in prison. Her mother’s was concrete and bars, hers was forced isolation.
Outside, she glanced up and down the street in search of food. Across the street a few tables sat along the sidewalk and she headed in that direction, grateful Jerah had a hefty stash of cash. She passed a phone store and slipped inside. It was past time to get a cell phone and check in with Montoya.
Phone in hand, Rissa stepped outside and punched in a quick text. Stomach rumbling, she hurried to the burger joint.
Her phone buzzed. “Hello.”
“I think Qassem may be the perp.” Montoya’s sharp tone startled her.
Ice trailed down her spine. “Why?”
“Meet me in one hour in front of the USS Midway Museum.”
Rissa frowned when Montoya hung up on her without any more explanation. Something had happened while she was gone. With a bag of burgers, fries, and two large cokes, she hustled back to Jerah’s apartment. Jerah couldn’t be a murderer. He just couldn’t. A lump formed in her throat. She would have never believed her mother could kill either. But she had, right in front of her.
More Romance Please Author Interview Questions
MRP would like to extend a very warm welcome to Karen Lopp, author of Splintered Lies. Karen, who or what most influenced you to become a writer?
My greatest influence to become a writer came from reading everything in the library and getting frustrated when I had finished and there were no new books available. By the time I had finished my first draft I knew there was no going back. I needed to write as much as I needed to read.
If you were to be left alone on an island, what three books would you take with you?
The Scarlet Pimpernel for a love story, any Hank the Cowdog book for a good laugh, and the Bible for inspiration.
What are your most and least favorite movie genres?
My favorite is action/thrillers and my least favorite would be horror.
If you could choose any man for your next book cover, who would he be?
I’ve never thought about that one. I’d prefer someone unknown so the reader didn’t have a preconceived idea of the character in the book.
When you are on a deadline, what aspect of your ‘regular’ life suffers most?
What advice would you give aspiring authors?
Always be willing to learn from your mistakes and listen to your instincts but be open to advice. Take criticism with grace and turn it into a positive.
What advice would you give seasoned writers?
Never forget your first love of writing anddon’t get so comfortable with your career that you refuse to continue to grow as a writer.
When reading for pleasure, do you prefer a physical or electronic book?
From the first stroke of a pen (or laptop), how long did it take you get published? Approximately 7 to 8 years. I wasn’t too serious about publishing in the beginning.
Did you ever feel like calling it quits?
No, I have been extremely frustrate at times, though.
What did you do when you got your first contract?
Did a jig and called all my kids.
Thank you so much for joining us today, Karen. We really enjoyed the visit. Good luck and great sales with Splintered Lies.
About the Author:
I love history of all times and places. And my second but equal love of suspense fills my books.
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