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I started a tee shirt project back in the year 2000, but then completing the books I'd started back in the mid-nineties became an obsession. From time-to-time, when I had writer's block, I'd tinker around with the designs.  Well, keeping true to my past life (over twenty years) as an anal-retentive accountant, I was determined to complete the project.

Ta-da... Done.





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Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Cover for Clandestine Impasse ~ Revenge Book 2

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Cover for Clandestine Impasse ~ Revenge Book 2

 Revenge is awesome, but unless it’s contagious, or acquiring a domino effect, why is a woman without known relatives, a discernible past, or enemies, now the focus of a personal vendetta.


A Throwaway at birth, ward of the state until adoption, and iffy sexual relationships...all interactions devoid of love—an emotion she has no reason to believe exists. He’s a covert federal enforcer, whose private life consists of as-needed sexual hookups. He embraces the lifestyle.

Family crisis brings Vi Leon and Christopher Corbett together. An irrefutable attraction becomes explosive passion. They spend nights satisfying mutual needs, then return to their separate cynical lifestyles, a decision that might cost them their lives, when Vi realizes she's pregnant. Afraid the nature of his job will put her and the baby at risk, she conceals the pregnancy and birth from him, until fate intervenes.

The son of an alleged crime family has Corbett under surveillance when a personal emergency reunites him and Vi. The man redirects his attention to Vi and discovers her link to Christopher. Verifying her worst fears, not only do Vi and her child become pawns in the deadly subterfuge of Christopher's undercover operation, their deaths become crucial to the endgame.


    She opened the kitchen door, was about to step inside, but a sense of unease brought her up short. Something wasn't right. Apprehension seemed to heighten her senses—is that cologne? Had someone been in her house…was someone still there? Damn, this reminded her of what had happened to Marissa. Did that mean it was her turn, that stalking and terrorizing are contagious, because she didn’t have any known relatives, a discernible past, or enemies. Who would want to terrorize her…oh wait, that car!
     It was what…several months ago, outside Marissa’s house. Now she remembered. Hell, she’d forgotten to mention it to the family. Did the car’s occupants follow her home that night, been trailing her ever since, waiting for a chance to use her to get even with Marissa, like the attempt on Tristan?
      Afraid to reach for the light switch, she backed up, turned in the doorway—a hand clamped over her mouth. A brawny arm circled her body.
     The door slammed shut.

© Emily Wade-Reid

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