by Sandy Marshall
About The Author
Sandra grew up in the mid-west in a small farming community where she belonged to 4-H. When she was thirteen, her family moved to, Lawrence, Kansas, the town where the University of Kansas thrived. After high school, she traveled to California to live with a friend and to find a job. She became very homesick and returned home.
She worked for a major airline for thirty-six years and did extensive travel during that period. It was a lovely time in her life working for a wonderful company. In 1999 she retired to write full time and worked seriously toward publication.
In 2008, she had her first book published, and then her second one in 2009. Shortly after her publisher closed their doors, and she immediately moved to a new publisher. She is still with the publisher and has had three books and a novella published with them. She has just contracted a short story with them titled Hitting Bottom, and is working on another short one.
About The Book
Book Genre: Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Eirelander Publishing
Release Date: October 25, 2013
The games they play can lead them to love or ruin.
Melanie Dubois detests her family’s casino business. The way this addiction destroys people has her on a tear of magnificent proportions. Then again, this young lady has been put through a train wreck of her own design. She distrusts everybody except for the people who are determined to use Melanie as a poster-child for zealots.
Mike Mercer has spent nearly a year in a deep cover mission for the FBI. The one fly in the ointment of completing his objective to take down a group of dangerous anti-gambling zealots is a fiery-tempered, blonde-haired woman named Melanie DuBois. Worse than that, she’s got a passion brewing just beneath the surface that’s an even deadlier attraction.
Fighting for your life is never easy when the odds are stacked against you.
“She’s feeling left out,” Janet said, pausing as she watched Melanie go up the stairs. “If we don’t give her something more to do, she’s going to get bored and leave.”
“We can’t let that happen,” Al Slavery said.
“Why not?” Dan asked angrily. “I say let her go and good riddance. She’s nothing but a spoiled brat, and she might ruin everything for us.”
“Good thing you aren’t running the show,”Al sneered.
“Well, you aren’t either,” Dan said.
“Stop it right now.” Janet glared at both men. “Dan, I want you to make sure Melanie doesn’t get too bored around here.” Al was right, they couldn’t let her leave, but even he didn’t know the plan Janet had concocted for little Miss Dubois.
“Yeah, and how do you want me to do that?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“You could start by talking to her for one thing. I’m sure you can come up with some ideas on your own.” Janet smirked. “You’re a man, aren’t you?”
“Not much of a one,” Al snarled, then snickered.
Janet watched Dan send a baleful look Al’s way. She’d better watch these two; they hadn’t hit it off since they’d met. These men wouldn’t be allowed to mess up her scheme. Which one would she get rid of if she had to?
Al had been with her since the beginning when they started doing harmless things like picket at cemeteries for dead soldiers. Dan was unknown, but he seemed more reckless, more willing to take chances. He might be more useful than Al for what she planned next.
A loud knock at the door caused Janet to turn toward the sound just as it banged open and a large man stormed through the entrance and stopped. “Where is she?”
“Who in the hell are you?” Dan demanded, running forward to grab the man by the collar.
Exactly. Who is this man invading her house? Janet watched the giant brush Dan off like a fly. Dan wasn’t exactly short at six feet, but the other fellow had a few inches on him. As she saw Dan raise his fists and Al rush forward to help, she decided it was time to stop this nonsense before they tore up the place.
“Wait a minute,” she said, walking forward. “Who are you looking for?”
“I want Melanie Dubois.” The agitated man looked around the room. “Where is she? I know she’s here.”
“Al, go get Melanie,” Janet said. “Why do you want her?”
“Her mother asked me to bring her home.”
“Don’t you think we should leave that up to her?” Janet asked in an appeasing tone, as she watched Al run up the stairs. “I’m sure Melanie is old enough to make up her mind where she wants to live.”
“I’m sure she’ll want to leave when she learns that her sister is getting married soon,” Mike said.
What was she going to do if he actually persuaded the girl to go with him? Melanie loved her sister and would want to be included in the wedding. “Well, we’ll see, won’t we?”
She watched the dark-haired man with sideburns turn as Melanie ran down the stairs. He looked familiar to her for some reason.
“Who wants to see me?” Mel asked, stepping off the last step and moving close to Janet.
“This man wants to talk to you,‛ Janet said, waving her hand at the giant. Now, she remembered, he’d confronted Melanie on the picket line a while back.
Melanie swung around, her head rose until she stared at the man. “What are you doing here? Didn’t I make myself clear before that I’m staying here?”
Towering over her, he said, “You did. I sure as the devil wouldn’t be here if it were up to me. I’m only here because of your mother and your sister.”
Her hands on her hips, she said, “Well, you can go back and tell my mother and sister I’m not coming home.”
Janet put her hand on her shoulder as an idea formed in her mind. “Melanie, you should hear him out. Your sister is getting married and wants you to be in her wedding.”
The big man nodded.
“When is the wedding?” Melanie asked.
“It’s in December, the day after Christmas.”
Melanie stared up into his face. “That’s a long ways off. I’m not going with you. Tell my sister I’ll be in touch.”
“Have it your way. It doesn’t mean a damn to me.” He turned, pulled the door open and glanced over his shoulder. “Sorry to have bothered all of you.”
Watching him pull the door closed, Janet already had a plan.