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Running Scared by Cheryl Norman
Running Scared
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Ashley Adams doesn't know when she trains for her first marathon, she'll be running for her life. Can homicide detective Rick Edwards keep her safe from a killer? Or will Ashley be the only one who can save the troubled detective? Award-winning author Jennifer Skully calls RUNNING SCARED an "edge-of-the-seat page-turner..."
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Ashley Adams doesn't know when she trains for her first marathon, she'll be running for her life. Can homicide detective Rick Edwards keep her safe from a killer?

Or will Ashley be the only one who can save the troubled detective? Award-winning author Jennifer Skully calls RUNNING SCARED an "edge-of-the-seat page-turner..."

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After they covered the downstairs, the two burglary detectives inspected her patio doors. One turned to her and said, "How often do you use these doors, ma'am?"

"Hardly ever. The previous owner had screws installed in the track to prevent the sliding doors from being lifted out. I keep a cotter pin between the two doors as an extra lock, too."

"Good idea." Detective Edwards gestured toward the strewn CDs. "Can you tell if anything's missing downstairs?"

Her few personal items were in chaos, but nothing appeared to be missing. Suddenly, she remembered her pistol. "Oh, my God!"

Forgetting her instructions not to touch anything, she rushed up the stairs. She flicked the wall switch in the master suite and gasped. Every drawer in her bureau and dresser had been removed and dumped onto the carpet. She'd left the gun in the single drawer in her nightstand. The drawer stood on end, its contents spilled beside the bed. She rummaged through the mess, ignoring the rush of heat over her skin or the perspiration soaking through her business suit. Even as she searched, she knew it was in vain.

Peter had taken her pistol. He'd robbed her of the one thing that made her feel safe.

Rick hurried into the room. "What is it?"

"I can't find my gun." She threw back her bedspread to look under the bed to no avail.

"You own a firearm?"

She sat back on her heels, raised her chin, and met his gaze. "I keep a loaded Walther 380 in my nightstand drawer. I have a receipt for it."

"You know, you could be in more danger keeping a loaded weapon lying around. An intruder could overpower you and take it to use on you."

She rose from the floor, hands on hips. What kind of a wimp did he take her for? "They covered all that in my training. If I point my pistol at an intruder, I intend to empty the clip."

He nodded as if approving her answer. "See if you can find the receipt for the police report. You'll need the serial number to file a claim."

"Insurance claim?" She snorted. "I have a thousand dollar deductible."

His narrowed stare told her she still needed to produce her license. With a weary sigh, she led him downstairs in search of her fanny pack.

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About Cheryl

I write what I love to read, which are mysteries and romances.  I like to be surprised, and I try to surprise readers with a twist along the way.  I live in a tiny town in northeastern Florida where I can spin tales with few distractions...except for my spoiled...

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Published Reviews

Sep.26.2008

"...Excellent writing, characters trying to grow beyond their previous limitations, along with a thrilling plot earn RUNNING SCARED an RRT Perfect 10."