Monday, May 20, 2013

Extreme Measures by Rachel Carrington ~Book Excerpt~

Four years ago Erin’s life changed drastically. Her drug-addicted brother killed her parents, and her marriage disintegrated. Her husband, Matt, an FBI agent, had done his duty when he’d arrested Stuart, but she’d been too caught up in her own grief to allow him to help her move through the shadows of pain.
Now Matt is back, but it isn’t to attempt reconciliation. Her brother has escaped from Attica, and Erin is his next target. Matt will stop Stuart by any means necessary. But Stuart is a desperate man, and desperate men will do anything to get what they want.
Thrown together by treacherous circumstances, Matt and Erin fight a battle to stay alive and possibly figure out how to put the pieces of their destroyed lives back together again.


She folded her arms and sat back hard against the seat. “You always did this, you know.”
He didn’t take his eyes off the road. “Did what?”
“Called the shots. Made all the decisions.” Memories came flooding back. All the arguments they’d had after Stuart had been arrested, the many times Matt had shut her out, and the thousands of tears she’d cried when she’d realized her marriage had been shredded beyond repair.
“You’re talking about when I arrested Stuart. That’s when things changed between us.” The muscle in his cheek picked up its pace. “We can’t change what’s happened, Erin, and there isn’t any use in reliving those months.”
Relive them? Is that what he actually thought she wanted to do? She’d give anything if she could erase them from her memory or could even manage to pretend they didn’t exist. She’d lost so much more than her parents the night they’d died. And because she hadn’t known how to get any of it back or keep what she had, her life had become a series of robotic steps, just putting one foot in front of the other until night fell.
“If you think I want to rehash the past, Matt, you couldn’t be more mistaken.” Even she heard the crack in her voice.
“I only made the decisions because I didn’t want you to have to after that night. Losing Sheila and Earl had been traumatic enough. I thought you needed time to heal.”
Just the mention of her parents’ names lodged a knot in her throat.  “I don’t think that wound will ever fully heal.”
His breath escaped in a loud rush of air. “You’re probably right.” He cleared his throat. “Did you ever…talk to anyone?”
“I tried talking to my husband, but it didn’t help.” She turned her gaze toward the window again. The shot hit hard, and she knew it. But she needed the distance it would put between them. Already she was growing too close to him because he made it easy to lean on him, to trust him. She couldn’t trust her heart to him again.
Matt cursed under his breath. “No, you didn’t, and that was part of the problem. You shut me out, Erin. From the moment I put those handcuffs on Stuart, you stopped talking to me, at least about anything that mattered.”

I started writing years ago, and my first attempt was a contemporary romance that will never see the light of day. I think I may even have thrown it away by now. It was absolutely horrific as I knew nothing about well…anything to do with writing.
After that, I started writing fantasy romances about wizards and wizards, and once those took off, I segued to paranormal romances (hello, vampires and ghosts) and romantic suspense. I also write articles for various magazines, including The Writer’s Journal, Writer’s Magazine, Writer’s Weekly, Writing for Dollars, Absolute Write, and Funds for Writers.
I’m fortunate to make my home in historical Charleston, South Carolina. Beautiful city. Beautiful people. When I’m not writing, I love to read, create videos, keep Target in business, play visitor in my city, and drink lots of coffee.

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