Camy Tang - Treacherous Intent

DANGER AT HER DOORSTEP

Private investigator Elisabeth Aday thinks her California women’s shelter is a safe haven—until skip tracer Liam O’Neill shows up. While searching for a missing woman, Liam unwittingly puts Elisabeth in the crosshairs of the deadly drug gang that is trailing his target. To stay alive, they must find the woman before the gang finds them. And when a second rival gang joins the search, the threats multiply. Deep in the lair of notorious drug dealers, Elisabeth can’t tell which is more dangerous—the criminals after her…or her growing feelings for the man at her side.

Someone was outside her apartment door.

Liam drew his gun from the concealed holster. He recognized the men outside as part of the gang that had attacked them earlier.

His pulse racing, he turned to Elisabeth.

She gestured with her hand, and they went out the back door. They ran to her car, the intruders gaining on them.

“Come on!” Elisabeth cried, cranking the ignition.

Just then a souped-up SUV pulled into the lot. The driver’s voice rose in anger, shouting in a language Liam didn’t understand.

But Elisabeth did.

She grabbed Liam’s shirt. “Get down! This might be bad.”

He hunched down, his eyes only inches from her face. “What do you mean?”

“The men in the SUV… I recognized their tattoos. It’s a form of Filipino script popular with gangs.”

“Those men in the SUV are gang members…” He blew out a breath as it dawned on him. “There are two gangs after us?”

She gave him a wary look. “And we’re caught in the middle.”

CAMY TANG

writes romance with a kick of wasabi. Originally from Hawaii, she worked as a biologist for nine years, but now she writes full-time. She is a staff worker for her San Jose church youth group and leads a worship team for Sunday service. She also runs the Story Sensei fiction critique service, which specializes in book doctoring. On her blog, she gives away Christian novels every Monday and Thursday, and she ponders frivolous things like dumb dogs (namely hers), coffee-geek husbands (no resemblance to her own…), the writing journey, Asiana and anything else that comes to mind. Visit her website, www.camytang.com.

Treacherous Intent

Camy Tang

www.millsandboon.co.uk

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So do not fear, for I am with you;

do not be dismayed, for I am your God.

I will strengthen you and help you;

I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

—Isaiah 41:10

For my father-in-law, who fought the good fight, finished the race and kept the faith.

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Back Cover Text DANGER AT HER DOORSTEP Private investigator Elisabeth Aday thinks her California women’s shelter is a safe haven—until skip tracer Liam O’Neill shows up. While searching for a missing woman, Liam unwittingly puts Elisabeth in the crosshairs of the deadly drug gang that is trailing his target. To stay alive, they must find the woman before the gang finds them. And when a second rival gang joins the search, the threats multiply. Deep in the lair of notorious drug dealers, Elisabeth can’t tell which is more dangerous—the criminals after her…or her growing feelings for the man at her side.

Introduction Someone was outside her apartment door. Liam drew his gun from the concealed holster. He recognized the men outside as part of the gang that had attacked them earlier. His pulse racing, he turned to Elisabeth. She gestured with her hand, and they went out the back door. They ran to her car, the intruders gaining on them. “Come on!” Elisabeth cried, cranking the ignition. Just then a souped-up SUV pulled into the lot. The driver’s voice rose in anger, shouting in a language Liam didn’t understand. But Elisabeth did. She grabbed Liam’s shirt. “Get down! This might be bad.” He hunched down, his eyes only inches from her face. “What do you mean?” “The men in the SUV… I recognized their tattoos. It’s a form of Filipino script popular with gangs.” “Those men in the SUV are gang members…” He blew out a breath as it dawned on him. “There are two gangs after us?” She gave him a wary look. “And we’re caught in the middle.”

About the Author CAMY TANG writes romance with a kick of wasabi. Originally from Hawaii, she worked as a biologist for nine years, but now she writes full-time. She is a staff worker for her San Jose church youth group and leads a worship team for Sunday service. She also runs the Story Sensei fiction critique service, which specializes in book doctoring. On her blog, she gives away Christian novels every Monday and Thursday, and she ponders frivolous things like dumb dogs (namely hers), coffee-geek husbands (no resemblance to her own…), the writing journey, Asiana and anything else that comes to mind. Visit her website, www.camytang.com .

Title Page Treacherous Intent Camy Tang www.millsandboon.co.uk

Bible Verse So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. —Isaiah 41:10

Dedication For my father-in-law, who fought the good fight, finished the race and kept the faith.

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Dear Reader

Questions for Discussion

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ONE

Liam O’Neill frowned as he caught sight of the gray Mercedes sedan in his rearview mirror. Hadn’t he seen that car behind him several miles back, when he was driving through downtown Sonoma?

He scrubbed his face with one hand as he guided his beat-up pickup truck down the country road. He was exhausted—the nightmares had been especially bad last night. His tiredness was probably making him paranoid. As a skip tracer, tracking down people who didn’t want to be found or helping people disappear, he had his share of enemies, but he’d been monitoring the cars behind him and hadn’t noticed any obvious tail.

Moments later, the Mercedes turned off onto a side road. Clearly he needed more sleep. He was starting to imagine things.

It had been almost eighteen months since a medical discharge had sent him home from Afghanistan. His shoulder now only had crisscrossing pink scars, but the nightmares and occasional hallucinations hadn’t faded as quickly.

His cell phone rang, and he hit the button on his Bluetooth headset to answer it. “Liam.”

“It’s Shaun.”

“Hey, how’s Dad?” Liam’s brother had taken their father to the hospital that morning.

“Tired. He’s home now. But the doctor says he’s doing fine. Only a couple more chemo treatments to go. He should be feeling well enough for Christmas in a few weeks.”

Liam couldn’t share Shaun’s optimism. Dad’s diagnosis of leukemia a few months ago had rocked him as violently as the mine that had injured his shoulder. The worst part was, cancer wasn’t an enemy he could shoot at. He couldn’t defend his father the way he defended his unit.