About the Book:
Deputy Marshal Angel Larson
has been set up and accused of murder. On the run, desperate to stay one step
ahead of the law and the real killer, she turns to a former protectee in a
small town—the man who's haunted her dreams...and fantasies...ever since.
Former DEA agent Colton
Williamson misses the action of his past life since entering witness protection
as a high school math teacher. He also misses Angel, who refused to join him in
his new life. Now it’s Angel who’s in trouble, and Colton can’t help but be
there for her—before it's too late.
But the killer may be closer
to them than they think.
Excerpt from WANTED FOR LIFE:
Angel
hadn’t been sure what kind of reception to expect from Colton. Having a gun
pulled on her had not been outside the realm of possibility. Still, seeing a
Glock 19 pistol instantly appear in his hand made her pulse jump and her own
hands reach for the sky.
She only
hoped she’d be able to explain before he pulled the trigger.
“You broke
my guard dog,” he said.
A cautious
spurt of relief went through her. “I didn’t break him. He works fine. He just
loves me. I think he knows I picked him when you said he was scrawny.”
When Colton
had found out he was destined for WITSEC, he'd decided he wanted a companion.
She’d suggested a puppy. Later, when he asked her to go into the program with
him, she'd realized he wanted more in a companion than long walks and playing
catch.
He’d wanted
to spend the rest of his life with someone, and okay, she’d panicked.
“Not only
did you eat my shoes, but you picked a girl over me?” He frowned at the dog,
who didn’t look the slightest bit remorseful.
Colton’s
Glock was still leveled on her, so she stayed still with her hands in the air.
“I seem to remember telling you not to purchase a firearm.”
He looked
down at the pistol and shrugged. "Old habits."
“Your new
identification is good, but an overzealous background check could turn up
inconsistencies,” she reminded him.
She’d
guessed right away his new identity wouldn’t sit well with him. She’d even
spoken to his handler about it. The man needed constant action. He would say it
was because he didn’t like being bored, but that was BS.
She knew
the real reason why he lived for danger.
“Are you
going to let me in, or should I leave?” she asked, no longer alarmed by the
gun. He might be really angry at her, but he wouldn’t shoot her. At least, she
didn’t think so.
He’d
probably been pissed after she’d left without a word in the middle of the
night, but, surely, he was over that by now. No doubt, she was the only one
still wondering what might have happened if she’d stayed...
“That
depends," he said. "Are you going to kill me, too?”
He knew her
better than that. They’d spent months together, and she’d let him in behind her
walls, where no one else was permitted. Granted, she hadn’t told him about her
past—she didn’t talk about that, ever—but she’d told him enough for him to know
that she would have gladly put herself in front of that knife to stop someone
from killing the person she was protecting.
There had
been a time when she wasn’t sure she was cut out for that level of duty, but it
had been tested, and she'd proven she would always do the right thing when it
came right down to it.
"Seriously?"
She made a sound of annoyance and rolled her eyes.
She’d
pinned everything on his willingness to help her. Her Plan B was to look for an
abandoned property and hide out until things died down. But with the level of
media coverage the story was getting, that could take months. Or longer.
Besides,
abandoned properties usually contained things like rats and spiders. No thanks.
She’d go up against a bad guy any day, but a spider? Hell, no.
She needed
Colton. In more ways than one. But she was determined to keep things
professional this time.
She let out
a breath when he lowered the Glock.
“Get in
here,” he muttered.
Whether he
meant her or the dog she wasn’t sure, but both of them hightailed it into the
house.
--
About Allison B. Hanson:
One very early morning, Allison B. Hanson woke up with a
conversation going on in her head. It wasn’t so much a dream as
being forced awake by her imagination. Unable to go back to sleep, she gave in,
went to the computer, and began writing. Years later it still hasn’t
stopped.
Allison lives near Hershey, Pennsylvania. Her contemporary
romances include paranormal, sci-fi, fantasy, and mystery suspense.
She enjoys candy immensely, as well as long motorcycle rides, running and
reading.
Allison’s Media Links:
Author Website: www.allisonbhanson.com
Author Twitter: www.twitter.com/allisonbhanson
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