Here is the cover art for my romantic suspense novel, Rescuing Rebecca under my own name, Sara Curran-Ross. I am due to begin edits on this novel very soon and the release date should be within a couple of months.
If you like a sexy male hero or two or three or even more in your romantic suspense novel with action and a little spice then watch this space for a release date. Check out the blurb and a short excerpt below. You can read an interview with the lead male character in the previous post.
Take care.
Rescuing Rebecca Blurb
Award winning journalist Rebecca Eaton crosses the closed
border of a troubled Asian country to interview a Human Rights activist and
known terrorist. Three days later, after
her reported mysterious disappearance, she turns up at the border tortured,
beaten, minus her memory and one kidney.
When an attempt is made on her life in hospital, her
employer sends Eaton’s estranged ex-lover and security expert Dominic Kane to
bring her safely home.
Kane wants Rebecca back in his arms. But before he can entice her into a
reconciliation he has to help her expose a worldwide medical conspiracy
involving mass murder and the illegal sale of stolen human organs.
Kane has to protect Rebecca from the men sent to silence her
and the terrorists who demand she ensures the medical criminals are brought to
justice or four suicide bombs will be detonated in London.
Rescuing Rebecca Excerpt
He’d taken her to the coffee shop in Camp Bastion when they
released her from the hospital. He was
as nervous as hell. The loud cat calls
and whistling from some of his men sitting near them didn’t help either. She’d just done a special report for AHG News
and had interviewed him for it. It was
going out on the ten o’clock news back in the UK. She looked beautiful. There was a softness about her since the day
she’d been shot. The hard edge she had
treated himself and his men to was gone.
His men had made a fuss about her bravery. She had been embarrassed but touched. She had obviously judged it safe to let her
guard down and she wasn’t objecting to him pulling out a chair for her.
‘How are you feeling?’ he asked her, gesturing with his eyes
to her arm in the sling.
‘Better. They say I
can take the sling off in a couple of days time. How about you?’ She smiled nervously at him. Her emerald eyes sparkled like jewels at him
under her long dark lashes holding him spellbound.
‘Yes, I am doing fine thanks. My injury wasn’t as bad as yours. Have you spoken to the counsellor yet?’
She lowered her eyes immediately and stared at the
table. ‘No I haven’t. I don’t really think they help.’
‘I want you to go,’ he said firmly.
‘Is that an order Major Kane?’ There was a challenge in her voice.
‘I am responsible for your safety and care while you are
here. I want you to receive the help you
need. I told you there is no shame in
asking for help. The counsellor is here
for everyone. I want you to go,’ he
spoke softly but made sure his voice lost none of its firmness, leaving her in
no doubt it was an order. He was
learning how to handle her fast.
She raised her head and nodded. ‘I will go.
I promise.’
They’d chatted about home, family life. He told her about his autistic sister and she
talked of her brother. She’d never
mentioned her parents once and when he tried to enquire about them she changed
the subject. He’d guessed that there was
a feud, some disagreement between them and had not mentioned them again. He hadn’t wanted the evening to end but he
was suddenly aware that she was looking tired and in pain. He quickly said, ‘I should let you get some
rest. Maybe we should go out again and
continue our conversation.’
He’d stood up expecting her to follow but she stayed still
in her chair and stared down at the table.
Her eyes shifted to the sides.
She didn’t seem to want to make eye contact with him. ‘I’m not tired. I don’t want to go to bed yet. Let’s have another coffee.’
He frowned down at her with concern. She looked uncomfortable, nervous, suddenly
very edgy. Something was clearly
wrong. She tapped her finger on the
table. He said, ‘No, let’s do that
tomorrow, you need to rest.’
‘Okay you go, I will have one on my own.’ He sat back down confused. She still refused to look at him.
‘What’s wrong?’ he asked carefully. ‘Why don’t you want to go to sleep?’
He heard her give a sigh and then tell him with frustration,
‘I can’t sleep. I haven’t slept properly
in days. I keep seeing that man die, the
man I killed. And the nightmares... I
can’t get any peace from them. I woke up
screaming last night. That isn’t
me. I deal with things. I have seen pain and death before as a
journalist but this... it’s personal. I
caused the death. I killed him.’ He heard the emotion threaten to crack
through her words but she held it back tight.
‘I just want to be here... where there are people. I need company. I just don’t want to be alone.’
He studied her for a moment.
She was clearly distressed. He
made a decision. He stretched out his
arm and covered his hand over hers and stopped her finger tapping on the
table. She looked up at him
quickly. He picked up her small slender
hand and curled it neatly under his own.
He lowered his voice to a caressing whisper and gave her hand a gentle
reassuring squeeze. ‘You must get some
rest but you don’t have to be alone.’
Comprehension startled her eyes, widened her pupils. She paused and then nodded. He let go of her hand and stood up. This time she followed his lead and allowed
him to guide her out of the coffee shop to her own private tented
accommodation.
He zipped the tent up and turned to look at her sitting on
the camp bed. She couldn’t meet his eyes
again. He sat down beside her and gently
cupped the side of her face and lifted it up towards him. Her cheek was damp with one solitary tear. The pad of his thumb gently brushed it away
halting it’s progress. She stared up at
him as he caressed the side of her face with his thumb. She asked him, ‘Are you sure you want...’
‘Shhh, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to,’
he whispered before leaning in and brushing her lips with the soft inquisitive
touch of his own. 