Friday, July 2, 2021

Catch Me if You Can Excerpt Seven


About the Book

Book: Catch Me If You Can

Author: Carole Brown

Genre: Romantic Suspense with a touch of quirkiness

Release date: August 5, 2021

The big cat sat on the oversized rock, ears pointed toward the sky, every muscle taut, every sense at the ready.

“S-s-shut up and f-f-forget it. You’ve s-seen nothing and know nothing. I won’t warn you again. G-g-got it?”

The cat’s head swiveled, his ears twitching as if catching the hint of threat in the whisper. A soft hiss slid from his open mouth and reinforced the overtone of evil pressing in upon the scene. Within hours, lies and dark secrets are slithering all over the campground.

Coaxed into finding the animal killer at Jamieson’s Outfitters, Tara Layne, with her sidekick, Boet, is welcomed by a threatening whisper and the unfriendly eyes of a rugged and devastatingly handsome manager. Wesley Clarke, both interesting and frustrating, holds an attraction for Tara that is primitive and exasperating.

Intermingled with her search, Tara deals with her own heartbreaking buried secrets. When a strange old Native American probes into the recesses of her heart, he encourages her to face her bitter feelings.

As Tara closes in on her search, she finds herself—and Boet—the target of someone who’s determined to outrun and outsmart her. Someone determined not to get caught.

His theme:

Run as fast as you can, you can’t catch me.

The question:

Can Tara run fast enough to catch this real live Gingerbread boy

before he decides to get rid of her and Boet?


It took her a moment to realize he’d straightened. Her heart steadied, and the breath returned to her body. Her face flushed with sudden heat. She trusted few people, kept everyone at a distance. Was she so desperate for male attention? How could she melt like a chocolate kiss when someone she hardly knew paid her a simple compliment? Disgust at herself and her traitorous weak thoughts flooded her mind. 

“Please get your hands off me.” She hated her wobbly voice.  

Wesley’s hands fell from her shoulders. He stepped to the door then looked back at her. “Are you sure you didn’t bump your head? There was nothing out there.”

It would have been a relief to argue with him, to put him in his place—wherever that was—but he gave her no chance to speak. The amusement in his voice set her teeth into the habit every dentist warned against. Gnashing. 

“We only have people here at Jamieson’s, Tara. No ghosts. No goblins. No blobs."

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Besides being a member and active participant of many writing groups, Carole Brown enjoys mentoring beginning writers. An author of thirteen full-length, best selling and award winning books (with a novella in an anthology), she loves to weave suspense and tough topics into her books, along with a touch of romance and whimsy, and is always on the lookout for outstanding titles and catchy ideas. She and her husband reside in SE Ohio but have ministered and counseled nationally and internationally. She has found that the traveling and ministering has served her well in writing her novels. Together, they enjoy their grandsons, traveling, gardening, good food, the simple life, and did she mention their grandsons?

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