York, New York .
Photographer Lexie Frost has a plan for success.
All she needs is her camera, and one perfect shot. What she doesn't
need is another man in her life. Certainly not the brown-eyed and
handsome possible pervert who's been shadowing her for the past three
Lexie doesn't know is that her 'pervert' is, in reality, FBI Agent
Reilly Ward, a man with a few plans of his own. Plans that
definitely do not include falling in love with the woman he's assigned
As the two are about to discover, even the best laid plans go astray.
Smuggled gems, a kidnapped aunt, a botched rescue, and a terrifying
confrontation in the streets of New York, change the focus of their
lives forever. And for better.
Focus© by Cheryl Cooke Harrington & Anne Norman
"Humorous and evenly paced...this story's appeal is its subtle excitement.
Readers will thoroughly enjoy FAST FOCUS." ~ Gothic Journal
from Chapter One
flew past him in twos and threes. Wing-footed lunatics with nothing
better to do, on a glorious spring day, than work up a sweat running
circuits in the park.
It didn't seem to matter where he went in this city, the rat
race never stopped. Slow down, he wanted to shout. Look around
you! But the natives kept right on
running. He gazed in wonder, and with considerable longing, at the cool, shimmering
waters of The Pond, pink with the reflection of cherry trees in bloom. The
warm air was sweet with the scent of countless blossoms,
the path underfoot littered
with new-fallen petals. It was hard to remember, in this idyllic setting, that
he was right at the centre of a city teeming with seven million people; that
the traffic, noise and endless bustle of Fifth Avenue waited, just a few hundred
yards to his left.
Brushing the tangle of sweaty hair from his eyes,
he stared into the distance and groaned in dismay. Alexandra Frost, in her bright
red T-shirt, bobbed effortlessly
to the crest of the hill ahead, moving as if that bulky backpack slung over
her shoulder were utterly weightless. He forced his leaden feet to follow,
the pain inflicted by ill-fitting running shoes, hastily purchased just hours
before. Why hadn't he rented himself a bike, instead? What with all her other
fit-freak habits, he should have known the woman would be into marathon running.
Cherry trees in bloom.
muttered, breathlessly directing his plea to the back of her pony-tailed
head. "Oh, please, take a break." But the perky red T-shirt
sailed blithely around the corner. He followed, eyes locked to
the spot where she'd disappeared from view, heart pounding, lungs
straining from the unaccustomed effort. Don't lose her. The tramp
of his feet on the hard-packed earth faded to a distant echo, drowned
out by the deafening rush of blood in his ears. Don't lose her!
quick glance over her shoulder confirmed it. Still there—well,
just barely. The man who'd been shadowing her for the last twenty
minutes was obviously not a seasoned runner.
Shortening her stride, Lexie jogged to a halt and knelt to tighten
tall, dark-haired man lurched around the curve seconds later, stumbling
to a standstill only a few yards away. Neatly avoiding eye contact,
he turned abruptly,
bending to rest with his hands on his knees.
was good, she thought grudgingly. If she hadn't seen him lurking
around before, she'd really have to wonder if she wasn't
just imagining it. He didn't look like
a pervert but...she shivered unexpectedly. Good looks
didn't necessarily rule out evil intent. He'd been following
her, all right. But why?
from FAST FOCUS
© Cheryl Cooke Harrington & Anne Norman
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