NOT YOUR USUAL SUSPECTS

A group blog featuring an international array of killer mystery, suspense, and romantic suspense writers. With premises and story lines different from your run-of-the-mill whodunits, we tend to write outside the box. We blog several times a week on all topics relating to romantic suspense and mystery, our writing, and our readers. We welcome all comments and often have guest bloggers. All our authors can be contacted separately, too, using their own social media links.

We find our genre delightfully, dangerously, and deliciously exciting - join us here, if you do too!


Julie Moffet . Clare London . Cathy Perkins . Jean Harrington . Daryl Anderson . Nico Rosso . Maureen A Miller . Sandy Parks . Lisa Q Mathews . Sharon Calvin . Lynne Connolly . Janis Patterson . Vanessa Keir . Tonya Kappes . Julie Rowe . Joni M Fisher . Leslie Langtry

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Prize Draw and Celebration at NYUS - Maureen Miller

The authors of Not Your Usual Suspects thank you for following the blog, and celebrate 250,000 hits!

This week we'll be featuring a selection of delicious and delightful excerpts from our books. A lucky commenter at the end of the week will win a set of books from ALL the authors in e-format.

Just leave your email in the RAFFLECOPTER draw below - and you can earn extra entries by leaving a comment on the blogpost, too.

Today's featured author is MAUREEN A. MILLER and her book SHADOW. Please enjoy the excerpt, pop the book on your wishlist if you're tempted, and don't forget to enter the Rafflecopter draw below.

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The Shadow was watching her again.


Sometimes he would approach. On those occasions Sophie Diem tried to run. Running was pointless, though. He would always return. And he would always ask the same question…

Where is Nathan Bethard? 

Sophie's boss has skipped town, abandoning their counseling firm. Now a stranger is stalking her. In an attempt to flee him she seeks a new job...in London. Surely crossing the Atlantic would be enough to deter her Shadow.

But what Sophie learns is that the Shadow does not have evil intentions. In fact, he may be her only ally--her only protection.

"The sexual tension with Sophie and The Shadow was off the charts. Overall, the book had it all: romance, suspense and humor." 


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Sophie Diem closed the trunk of her Corolla with her elbow. It popped back open, of course. There had to be a sensor that detected just how many shopping bags she could juggle at once. Throw in a cold October rain and she realized that the free pinky on her left hand did not possess enough power for the deed. With a sigh she dropped three bags down on the wet sidewalk and slammed the trunk shut. Stringing her fingers through the plastic bag handles, she cursed when the paper towels toppled out.

Something made her pause. That keen sense of being watched. It crawled up the back of her neck as surely as if the perpetrator stood behind her with his fingers around her throat.

It was him.

He was watching her again.

Her shadow.

She could not see him. She could not prove he was there. She could never prove that he was there. But his eyes bore into her back.

Would he approach her today? He had done so in the past−the tall man with eyes the color of the darkest storm. The man who moved with catlike agility, but looked as if he rarely slept. The man who evoked chills even when she could not see him.

She had told others about him. Under their encouragement she had even approached the police. There was nothing they could or would do, though. She had no name for this man. No identity. Anytime she tried to trap him, he disappeared.

Oh, she had tried. She had even attempted to record him once with the microphone on her cell phone. But what good did a voice do? In the eyes of the police there was no physical threat. There was no name or body for them to go after. And again, the man would slip back into the night.

“Hello Sophie.”

The deep voice rumbled in the rain. The drops concealed his tread as he crossed the street to stand at her side. Dark rain coat. Dark pants. Gleaming dark hair. A face cast in shadow. He was a manifestation of the street itself−as if the pavement had morphed into this daunting figure.

She did not bolt, though. If she ran as she had done in the past, he would just let her go.

But he would always return.

He would always find her.

And he would always ask the same question−over and over and over…

Where is Nathan Bethard?

4 comments:

Peggy Hyndman said...

I read anytime I have a free moment and don't need a companion when I'm reading.

Joan Varner said...

I read whenever I can get a few minutes to sit quietly and not be working. I also listen to audiobooks while walking. I actually find other people around me to be distracting.

ceblain said...

I would like to enter this contest as I am trying to get books for a friend who is ill and loves to read romance especially. She has nothing more that she can do but read due to health reasons (and I know how that is after being confined to bed for many many many months last year and the year before), so want to try to help get her some reading material. Thank you so much.
Cynthia Blain
I left my e-mail prior to this comment. I have been getting a lot of strange mail and I don't like to leave my e-mail on a public post such as in this comment. Thank you.

Julie Moffett said...

No problem! Good luck!!

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