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Title: His Frozen Heart
Author: Nancy Straight
Publisher: Self-published
Age Group: NA
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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For best friends, Candy and Libby, money is tight with hardly enough to cover their living expenses. When they are desperate for grocery money, the girls bet on their pool playing skills to add to their income.
A simple wager on a quiet winter evening has devastating results, with a stalker determined to kill them both. With Libby in the hospital after a vicious attack, and Candy being pursued by the same stalker, she vows to find Libby's attacker.
What she finds is Dave, an old friend with a secret past filled with misfortune. Will Dave’s past provide the answer to all of Candy’s problems or will it become Candy’s worst nightmare realized?
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His Frozen Heart
– Excerpt #4
I
took another look at the black monitor in front of me. A suspicious man was here while I was
alone. He said the
bathroom door was jammed, yet I knew he hadn’t even tried to open it. He had tried to get me to let him inside even
though there were signs everywhere saying no entry after 10 PM. I pushed the panic button under the counter
before I could talk myself out of it.
The device sent a silent signal to the police station – if it turned out
to be a glitch in the surveillance system, I would apologize profusely to Mr.
Sanders tomorrow. My eyes went to the
clock: 12: 43. The police should be here by 12:48.
My
eyes continued looking at the three working monitors, attempting to find him
somewhere in the shadows. A second
monitor went out. There were four
cameras on the premises: one on the
pumps, one on the front door that showed the front of the store, one on the
back near the restrooms, and the fourth around back aimed in on the
dumpster.
The
cameras by the restroom and dumpster were now both out. The one by the pumps worked, but it could not
see the back of the store, and the one aimed in on front was taking footage of
me through the glass getting more freaked out by the second.
I
picked up my cell. Who could I
call? What would I say? I’m in a safe place but a customer who
refuses to use the restroom is scaring me.
Yeah, the few friends I had would think I’m a head case. I watched headlights on the street whiz past
the gas station, praying one of the vehicles might pull in. I didn’t want to be alone.
An
object flew through the air in front of the window where I sat. The camera in front of the store now only
registered black like the other two. This wasn’t a glitch: he was breaking the security cameras. My heart had been gaining speed and was now
beating so loudly that it drowned out all other sounds. Heat welled up in my body as I felt my face
flush with fear.
I
looked at the clock: 12:45. For God’s sake, where were the cops? The man was slithering toward me along the
side of the building. What did the guy
look like? I tried to get a good look at
him in case he left before the police arrived.
He was shorter than me, maybe five feet, six inches on a good day. He wore a black sweatshirt that zipped in the
front, well-worn black jeans which were too long, rumpled at his feet. Tan work boots stuck out under his over-sized
jeans. He looked to be in his early to
mid-twenties. It was freezing outside,
but he wore no gloves or hat. His brown
hair was short, sort of wavy, and his ears and cheeks were beet red from the
cold.
I
tried to mask the fear I was feeling. I
tucked my shaking hands under the counter so he couldn’t see them.
He
positioned himself directly in front of me, leering at me through the glass,
“The men’s room still won’t open. Here’s
the key.” He held the key up that was
attached to a ridiculously large sign that said “men’s.” I slid the drawer open for him to drop the
key into it.
He
held the key high above the drawer with his index finger and thumb, dangling it
in the air. My voice shook like a dog in
a thunderstorm. “Put the key in the
drawer.”
The
man gave me a thin smile and offered, “Maybe you could come out and give the
door a try?”
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I LOVE Starbucks’ White Mocha Latte and Mountain Dew, (but not together). I have a lead foot so I set cruise control when I drive, even in 25 MPH zones. I almost never win when I play Angry Birds, but have my 9 year old close, so he can clear the hard levels for me. I grew up on a farm and am opposed to eating fresh chicken (not opposed to meat - just opposed to any meat that was alive a few hours before lunch). I am a huge fan of the show, Big Bang Theory, on CBS. I share my life with two fantastic sons, three rotten dogs and a husband that I adore.
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