Award-winning author Kaylin McFarren delivers Threads, a romantic suspense series guaranteed to capture your imagination...
Believing herself responsible for her father's fatal diving accident, Rachel Lyons has withdrawn from the world and assumed a safe position at a foundation office. When called upon by a museum director to assist Trident Ventures with the recovery of a priceless relic from a sunken Chinese merchant ship, she has no intention of cooperating — especially after discovering her former love interest is involved.
But Rachel soon realizes she has no choice when a drug-dealing gangster kidnaps her brother and demands two million dollars for his safe return. In order to rescue him and gain control over her life, she must not only overcome her greatest fears, but also steal the Heart of the Dragon out from under Chase Cohen — the same cursed relic that is holding the museum director's life in peril.
With three lives now on the line, including her own, Rachel must relive the circumstances that lead to her father's death. Will she gain Chase's trust and recover the Mai Le treasure in time or will they both die trying?
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Inspiration behind the story
- 2015 Readers' Favorite, Silver Medal Winner in the Fiction - Action category
- 2014 Shelf Unbound - Best Indie Book
- 2013 Eric Hoffer da Vinci Eye Awards - Finalist for cover artwork
- 2014 IPPY Awards, Best Mystery/Thriller Ebook - Bronze Medalist
- 2013 LR&M Golden Rose - Runner Up
- 2013 Wise Bear Book Award: Women's Fiction - Silver Award
- 2013 Wise Bear Book Award: Romance Suspense - Silver Award
- 2013 Wise Bear Book Award: Romance Contemporary - Silver Award
- 2013 Love Romances and More Golden Rose: Suspense Category - Runner Up
- 2013 New York Book Festival - First Runner-up
- 2013 Book Boost's First Annual Shooting Star Contest - 2nd Place
- 2012 Ignite the Flame contest, Central Ohio Fiction Writers - 2nd Place
- 2012 Sharp Writ Book Award - 2nd Place in the Mystery/Suspense category
- 2012 Books & Authors Romance Book of the Year Award
- 2012 Indie Book of the Day - 9/22
- 2012 Golden Acorn Excellence in Writing Contest - 2nd place
- 2012 AKRWA's best Break-up contest - 1st Place
- 2012 Central Ohio Fiction Writers' Ignite the Flame Contest - 2nd Place
- 2009 Great Beginnings Contest - 1st Place
- 2009 Melody of Love Contest - 1st Place
- 2009 Heart of the West Contest - 4th Place
With plenty at stake, erotic chemistry, dastardly villains, a lost relic, an unusual setting and a touch of the supernatural, this indie novel could stand on any romance publisher's shelf: The full package of thrills and romance.
Severed Threads nicely combines an action adventure with a romantic story that will keep readers involved in the story from the beginning to the conclusion.
I enjoy nothing more than a well-researched, thought provoking read, and Severed Threads definitely found itself in that category for me.
"Rachel, I'm not going to lie to you. I heard you'd given up diving, that you were working for the Warren Nash Foundation. But I honestly had no idea you'd be here."
Her spine stiffened.
"And as for your dad," he continued, "not a day goes by that I don't feel responsible for what happened. Sam was a good man. Like a father to me."
She bristled. Her gaze burned with emotion. "Oh, really? Then why didn't you have the decency to show up at his funeral?"
Chase's gaze slid from her face. His brows met when he looked up again. "Look, I really wanted to come. It's just that after the investigation and everything - "
Her anger ripened. "Yea, right." His scrawled note had left her brooding for weeks. Something urgent came up...have to leave town. After professing her love, he turned out to be the scoundrel her brother Devon had painted him out to be. Her teeth clenched at the memory. "You were a complete asshole. Now, get out of my way."
Using both hands, she shoved hard against his taut chest, but he rocked right back in place. He grabbed hold of her wrists and pulled her in close. "You have every right to be angry," he said quietly. "But there was a good reason why I stayed away. Why I never called you."
An involuntary shiver ran up her spine. She averted her gaze toward the marina, wishing the drifting fog could shield her from his soul-searching gaze. She didn't want him to see how broken she'd become. Or how much, deep inside, she had never stopped yearning for his touch.
"It had nothing to do with you and me," he insisted.
She stepped back, breaking his grip. "It still doesn't." Venom dripped from her words.
Chase nodded slowly. "Maybe not. But right now, I need this job. More than you know." His blue eyes intensified. "What will it take for us to get past everything? An apology? You have it. My promise to stay clear of you? Done."
His words reminded her how easy it was for him to dismiss her. She'd been such a fool in allowing his charm to blind her. He obviously cared about no one but himself. And deep down inside, no matter how hard she had tried to dismiss it, they both shared the blame in her father's death. Nothing would change that.
She drew in a deep breath. "There is one thing that will make me feel better."
His face relaxed. "You name it. Anything you want."
She pulled back her arm and swung with all her might. Her palm connected with his cheek so hard it stung her hand to the bone.
"Damn!" He grabbed his face, wincing from the blow.
She pressed her palms together, nursing her own pain, and addressed him again. "I've wanted to do that for a long time. If you think you can just show up and expect me to - "
Before she could finish, he pulled her into his arms. His lips found hers, launching a current through her veins. The parking lot was spinning out of control and he was the driving force. Her legs quivered, leaving her unsteady on her feet. When he finally lifted his head, she leaned against him, breathless, betrayed by her body's weakened state.
His warm breath brushed her cheek, lifting tiny hairs on her skin. "And I've wanted to do that," he whispered raggedly, "from the first moment I saw you in Doc's office."
Of course. His agenda. Her senses sobered. She distanced herself and firmed her tone. "Nice try. But you're still not getting a dime from me."
Chase bent his head and seemed to be strategizing his next move. When he looked up, his crystal eyes chipped away at her soul. "For what it's worth, Rachel, I really am sorry...for everything. Should've said that a long time ago." He rubbed the back of his neck. An emotion resembling disappointment crossed his face. "Believe me, I would've stuck around if I could have."
She was surprised by his show of sincerity. But nothing he could say would lessen the pain she still felt from him abandoning her when she needed him most.
She jutted out her chin. "It was just a summer fling. A mistake from beginning to end. We should have ended it like adults, is all."
Her final words hung in the air. A nerve jumped at his temple. "I didn't know you felt that way," he said.
Chase's kiss still simmered on her lips. His nearness threatened her reserve. It wasn't in her to be cruel, but she'd been hurt far too long to back down now.
"So...now you do." The lie tasted bitter in her mouth.
Chase's eyes darkened. He gave a rueful nod. "Good thing we got that cleared up. Wouldn't want to make any more mistakes."
As he strutted toward his truck, anger gathered in Rachel's chest. Anger over his words, his deeds, his presumptuous kiss. Over the fact that for a split second, he had made her feel like the bad guy. Her mind threw daggers at his back. "Damn you, Chase Cohen."
She slid inside her silver Kia and slammed the car door grateful the museum's security guard was now watching from a distance. If he hadn't been, she might have acted on a homicidal impulse and run Chase over, the manipulating jerk.
In fact, it made her feel better just to imagine it.