When your world disintegrates, not even waking in the arms of an attractive man helps.
Yesterday, Reenie discovered her fiance was unfaithful, saw him commit a murder and ran; today, she wrecked her car.
This is no time to fall in love. Or is it?
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When Dee Lloyd was thirteen years old she told a reporter for the Timmins Daily Press that she wanted to be a writer. The road since has meandered through some fascinating territory, but the writing has been a constant. She's worked in record stores, at cosmetic counters and for a City tax department, but for the past twenty years she has devoted most of her energy to teaching Creative Writing to adults and adolescents.
Dee is addicted to cruising tropical waters in the winter as often as she can and loves the clear lake waters that surround her island cottage in Central Ontario. She is fascinated by the interactions between men and women of all ages and cultures and by the resilience that people display in the face of devastating troubles.
After years of reading all kinds of mysteries, Dee gradually found herself choosing stories with a higher romance content. Her own stories moved in the same direction. Recently, she realized that she was a natural to write romantic suspense novels. After all, she met her husband in what could have been the opening scene of a romance novel. Dee was auditioning for the singing lead in a college musical comedy that he had written. Naturally, she got the part . . . and the man.
Now that she is focusing her attention on her writing, these days Dee's main distractions are, aside from her husband, her two grown daughters and six grandchildren.
Dee has been a member of the Romance Writers of America since 1990, of the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers since attending a great conference there in 1992, and of the Kiss of Death Chapter of RWA since 1998.
"The suspense in this book is wonderful!...Dee Lloyd is an author I will look for again. Her vivid descriptions of the characters and their surroundings drew me in right away. She manages to mix page-turning suspense with a tender love story in a way that does justice to both, and kept me hooked to the last page."Cheri Murphy -- THE ROMANCE JOURNAL
"In the Running, by Dee Lloyd, is a fast paced romantic suspense story that will keep you on the edge of your seat. This author does a fine job of weaving a thriller plot, while at the same time offering a sizzling romance between two exciting characters."Sue Waldeck -- ROAD TO ROMANCE
Maura could feel the panic rising again. It was fluttering inside her like a bird trying to get out of a cardboard box. Its beak and talons were tearing at the flimsy walls of her self-control, its wings beating hard. The thudding strokes were almost up to the base of her throat.
And now, drops of freezing rain were flattening on the windshield. A Jeep Cherokee towing a heavy old wooden boat eased itself carefully onto the road ahead of her. Maura drew a long exasperated breath. she wasn't going to be able to pass him any time soon with the strong Northwest wind buffeting the boat. Halfway up a long, steep grade, the trailer began to weave more erratically behind the Jeep. Maura, reluctantly, slowed down to leave a few more car lengths between them.
Suddenly, a white-tailed deer materialized out of the dense tangle of evergreens and dashed across the road in front of the Jeep. As the driver swerved hard to avoid the animal, the boat trailer swung around ninety degrees and snapped free of the trailer hitch.
Maura couldn't believe her eyes. The trailer with its massive load jerked to a stop, then began to veer crazily back down the hill, casting sparks like a Fourth of July sparkler as its metal tongue dragged over the old, potholed asphalt. It was gathering speed as it headed straight for her.
She floored the accelerator and cranked the steering wheel to the left. The boat streaked past her, narrowly missing her rear fender.
The heavy old station wagon lurched as its tires plowed deep into the soft shoulder. Maura wrestled the steering wheel but the hulk had a mind of its own. The gravel sucking at its tires slowed it a bit but not enough to prevent it from careening down the steep bank. No matter how hard she tried to control the steering, the nearly treadless tires found their own route in the soft loam. Her scream was shrilling in her ears as the twelve-year-old Buick made jarring contact with a century-old birch. Matt held his breath and watched in horror as the heavy car teetered, then dipped and slid inexorably into the deep gully. The driver's shrill scream wavered on the air for a long second before the sound of splintering glass and the screech of rending metal ripped through the wet woods
Matt slithered and stumbled through the soggy undergrowth. Getting the driver out wasn't going to be easy. The right front wheel of the car rested on a three-foot stump, jamming the driver's door against the birch clump.
A strong reek of gasoline stung his nostrils. He prayed the leak was a small one as he heaved a massive piece of birch off the passenger's door, then clambered up to tug at the handle. The damned door wouldn't budge.
In the silence of the wet woods, he heard the steady dripping of gasoline from the ruptured gas tank.
Then he thought he heard something else. Yes, there it was again - a faint moan. She was alive!