It is with great pleasure I bring you this Saturday Spotlight on fellow Pelican Book Group author, Mary Annslee Urban.
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Annslee Urban grew up watching old-time romance
movies, which she attributes to her passion for sweet romance, true love and
happy endings. A daydreamer at heart, Mary began her writing journey when the
youngest of her five children started school. For several years she worked as a
freelance writer for newspapers in her community and has written for magazines
and online publications.
Raised in the foothills of Arizona, she survived
temperature shock when she moved to Western Pennsylvania, before setting in
North Carolina with her husband and children. Aside from writing, Annslee works
part-time as a Registered Nurse in the Behavioral Health field. She is a member
of ACFW, and has served as on the board of Carolina Christian Writers. She
currently has 4 published novels. Her current book, Broken Silence, Harlequin Love Inspired Suspense, is due out March
1, 2015.
When she isn’t writing, Annslee enjoys cooking,
traveling to faraway places, playing with grandbabies and all things chocolate!
Broken
Silence 4 star RT review rating! Amber Talbot runs the Safe Harbor counseling center for women in crisis
situations. Recent attacks on her life bring her ex-financé Patrick Wiley, back
into her world. The secret she harbors is what caused her to break off their engagement.
In order for Patrick to protect her, she must trust him. It appears that
someone is trying to prevent her from telling her story. Is a fairy tale ending
possible, or will they lose a second chance at love after Patrick is shot in
the line of duty? Urban’s latest is face-paced and provides the reader with a
number of clues to the attacker’s identity. The reader is educated on a number
of facts regarding violent assaults against women. Amber’s character
demonstrates that while people face regrets and past scars, God can show us how
to use our pain to help others. Reviewed by: Leslie McKee.
You can reach Annslee at: annsleeurban@gmail.com
http://annsleeurban.blogspot.com
http://www.annsleeurban.com
SHE'S HIDING A DEADLY SECRET…
…and someone wants to make sure Amber Talbot never reveals it.
When she becomes the target of a car bomb and a home invasion, she gets the
message loud and clear. If she tells anyone her secret, she will die. The
person charged with protecting her is police detective Patrick Wiley—the fiancé
she walked away from but never forgot. The same man she never wanted to tell
about the attack that left her for dead. Back then Patrick couldn't save her.
Now he must. Because the attacker has returned to finish what he started.
Except this time he's got them both in his sights.
Excerpt:
The distant toll of the Chatham County, Georgia, clock
tower rang twelve noon as Amber Talbot left the Safe Harbor Counseling Center
and headed down River Street to her car.
The forecast had called for late-afternoon thunderstorms here in Savannah, but already dark clouds hovered low in the sky. A rising breeze swept the tree-lined streets, rustling spring foliage and delivering a sudden chill to the air. Turning up her collar, Amber eyed the murky waves that boomed against wooden docks. Boats tied to their posts bobbed like corks in the water. Curling white-caps crashed over their bows.
Amber pulled in a breath of humid air and picked up her pace. Perfect weather to snuggle up with a good book. Exactly what she needed. After weeks of being bogged down at work, she was treating herself to a restful weekend.
With those thoughts echoing in her head, Amber jogged up a short flight of steps to the parking lot. Lengthening her strides, she dug out her key fob and unlocked her car with a click.
"Ma'am, did you drop this?"
Amber spun in the direction of the male voice and found an older gentleman waving a manila envelope with her name sprawled across it.
She glanced at her open messenger bag, crammed full with her purse, client files and notes for her fund-raiser. How careless, she chastised herself, for forgetting to zip it closed.
Tucking the bag under her arm, she started toward the man. "Thank you, sir—"
A deafening blast filled the air.
Amber flew backward, landed hard on the pavement. Black smoke plumed in front of her. The ground shook as glass and metal rained down like a hailstorm. Scrambling to her knees, she hurled her arms over her head to protect it from the shower of stinging objects. A whoosh sounded, then she heard crackling as heat blanketed her. She willed herself to move but couldn't.
I'm going to die!
The forecast had called for late-afternoon thunderstorms here in Savannah, but already dark clouds hovered low in the sky. A rising breeze swept the tree-lined streets, rustling spring foliage and delivering a sudden chill to the air. Turning up her collar, Amber eyed the murky waves that boomed against wooden docks. Boats tied to their posts bobbed like corks in the water. Curling white-caps crashed over their bows.
Amber pulled in a breath of humid air and picked up her pace. Perfect weather to snuggle up with a good book. Exactly what she needed. After weeks of being bogged down at work, she was treating herself to a restful weekend.
With those thoughts echoing in her head, Amber jogged up a short flight of steps to the parking lot. Lengthening her strides, she dug out her key fob and unlocked her car with a click.
"Ma'am, did you drop this?"
Amber spun in the direction of the male voice and found an older gentleman waving a manila envelope with her name sprawled across it.
She glanced at her open messenger bag, crammed full with her purse, client files and notes for her fund-raiser. How careless, she chastised herself, for forgetting to zip it closed.
Tucking the bag under her arm, she started toward the man. "Thank you, sir—"
A deafening blast filled the air.
Amber flew backward, landed hard on the pavement. Black smoke plumed in front of her. The ground shook as glass and metal rained down like a hailstorm. Scrambling to her knees, she hurled her arms over her head to protect it from the shower of stinging objects. A whoosh sounded, then she heard crackling as heat blanketed her. She willed herself to move but couldn't.
I'm going to die!
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PamT
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