The panic swelled again, pushing against the lethargy and her aching chest burned hot and cold. Her fingers came away smeared with blood. Her arms weighed a thousand pounds apiece as she lifted them to scrub the blur from her eyes. She wanted so badly to sink back into that blessed void, but she needed to remember something. She tried to straighten, but the agony grew fangs and claws-tore into her head, ripped through her chest, seared down her legs and arms. Had she been in an accident? Was that why every inch of her hurt? Panic flared, flashing through her like lightning. She recognized the swinging dice, the jangle of keys, the small oval clock embedded in the dashboard-she was in her minivan. The fuzzy dangle of quilted dice attached to a key ring. Something stirred in her mind, a vague urgency she needed to remember something. Until something cold and wet plopped on the top of her head and trickled down the back of her neck, rousing her. Through ringing ears came the unmistakable explosion of shattering glass, the shriek of shearing metal.įor what could have been forever she slumped there, the pain mushrooming up and out, consuming her, dragging her into a gray lethargy. She pitched forward, her head slamming into something rigid. Thanks to each and every one of you for your constant support! To Kevin Monsey-my baby brother, who’s all grown up now with kids (and it won’t be long before it’s grandkids) of his own. To Val Morrow-my sister, who I don’t get to see nearly enough. To Keith and Ann Monsey-I can’t tell you how cool it is to have other writers in the family! To Ray Monsey-the best father a woman could ask for. To Iris Rose Hahn-my grandmother, a beautiful woman inside and out. Library of Congress Control Number: 2013915035 No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher. Text copyright © 2014 Trish McCallan All rights reserved. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
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Full of suspense with some paranormal elements too, her first entry in the Forged series is a pulse-pounding adventure.” -4 stars, RT Book Reviews on Forged in Fire Praise for Trish McCallan 2013 RITA ® Finalist, Best First Books 2013 RITA ® Finalist, Best Romantic Suspense “With so many stories about Navy SEALs out there, you might think there couldn’t be anything new to add to the subgenre, but McCallan will prove you wrong.