Dark Legacy: (Dark Falls, CO Romantic Thriller Book 3)
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Strike three.
With that in mind, she faced him again, only to find him eyeing her from top to bottom. She couldn’t read his expression, so she wasn’t sure how she measured up to his expectations.
This is not a date.
“Will this work?” she asked, pointing down at the little black dress she’d purchased that afternoon. She was not ordinarily a shopper. She didn’t like crowded stores, and she hated fitting rooms. Online shopping was far more her style. But she hadn’t arrived in Dark Falls with anything she would deem appropriate for tonight, nor did she have time to order something and have it delivered.
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Sneak Peek: Dark Terror (Book Five)
Dark Terror
Dark Falls, CO Series
Book Five
By Sandra Owens
Blurb:
Librarian Cara Jennings is probably going to die... and it's all because of a dog. Until the night she follows a little dog trailing a leash into the park, thinking to rescue someone's lost pet, and witnesses a murder, she's led a quiet life, doing her best to come to terms with the death of her brother. But when the killer starts hunting her, Cara only feels safe with Gabe Calder, the detective assigned to the case.
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Gabe Calder lives to catch bad guys. He's organized to the extreme, focused, and dedicated. His attraction to Cara Jenner is inconvenient. She's the only witness to his murder case and strictly off-limits. Gabe knows he should step back from Cara as soon as he realizes he's seeing her as more than a witness. That fact hits home the day he kisses the sexy librarian.
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In spite of taking precautions to keep Cara safe, she turns up missing. It becomes a race against time to save her from the hands of a killer. Failure is not an option.
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Excerpt:
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If it hadn’t been her Friday to work until closing—the only night the Dark Falls library had extended hours—she wouldn’t have been going to her car in the dark.
If she hadn’t seen the little dog frantically barking and trailing a leash, she wouldn’t have chased it, afraid it would get run over. She glanced down at the brown and black dog sitting on her lap, his gaze glued to the door as if waiting for his mistress to appear any minute. That was never going to happen, poor thing.
If either of those things hadn’t happened, she wouldn’t have followed the dog into the park across from the library, and if she hadn’t gone in the park she wouldn’t have witnessed a murder.
“Can you describe him?”
Cara Jenner blinked, lifting her gaze to the detective, wishing they’d sent someone older to interview her, a man who wasn’t just about the hottest thing she’d ever met. The black hair, those green eyes behind black frame glasses—who knew glasses on a man could be that sexy? Not her, that was for sure.
He’s a cop, Cara, she reminded herself. You do not get all hot and bothered over cops.
She glanced down at the dog again. “Why do I need to describe him when he’s right here?” Stupid cop.
“The man you saw,” the detective softly said, as if he understood that after being the only witness to a murder, her brain was thinking about as well as a bowl of mashed potatoes.
“Oh, right. Him.” Duh, Cara. Heat warmed her cheeks, and she knew she was blushing. “Ah, it was dark, and he had on a hoodie. I’m sorry, Detective….”
“Calder. Gabe Calder.” He leaned forward. “Close your eyes, Cara, and tell me what you saw.”
“Huh?” She inwardly cringed, realizing she sounded like an idiot. But his voice, all soft and sensual, made it difficult to concentrate. He smiled, and she clamped her teeth down on her bottom lip to keep from telling him his smile was lethal and that he should stop doing it.
“Close your eyes,” he said again.
At least he hadn’t added her name that time around. Because seriously, she was dangerously close to embarrassing herself by drooling. Stop it, Cara. You’re getting ridiculous. Right, she’d just witnessed a murder. Mustn’t forget that. Although she’d very much like to do exactly that, which was maybe why her mind was more than willing to divert its attention to Detective Gabe Calder.
“Ah, okay, closing my eyes.” She closed them. She blinked them open. “Sorry, I saw him… you know, the killer, raise a wicked looking knife and smash it into the woman’s chest as soon as I closed my eyes.” She shuddered. “Was it… was the victim a woman? Seemed like it, but I’m not sure now.” She gave Detective Calder a helpless shrug.
“See, other than saying the man had a knife you hadn’t told me or the cops who talked to you earlier that the knife looked wicked, or that you thought the victim was a woman. Or that you actually saw it happen.”
“I was trying to forget that last part.”
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