Title: Hold
Still
Author: Lisa
Regan
Genre: Mystery /
Suspense
After saving her three-year-old daughter from a
car-jacking, off-duty police detective Jocelyn Rush ends up in the ER.
The last person she expects to run into is Anita Grant, former prostitute and
an old acquaintance from Jocelyn’s days on patrol. In spite of her
obvious injuries—mutilated hands and feet—Anita refuses to talk about what
happened. Reluctantly, Jocelyn backs off, and Anita's case goes
to Philadelphia’s Special Victims Unit.
Before long, Jocelyn is pulled into the SVU’s
investigation. Anita is finally ready to talk, but only to Jocelyn. Her
story is harrowing, even to a seasoned veteran like Jocelyn. Working with SVU,
Jocelyn’s investigation unearths a series of similar crimes going back four
years. Three men are preying on local prostitutes, viciously assaulting
and mutilating them.
The police apprehend two of the suspects, but the
third eludes capture. As the hunt for the most sadistic of the three
intensifies, and his crimes escalate, Jocelyn and her colleagues have precious
few leads. Then a monster from Jocelyn’s past resurfaces. She
doesn’t want to be reminded of the terrible secret that destroyed her family
nearly twenty years earlier, but the man offers her a lead that could crack
Anita’s case.
To solve it,
Jocelyn must connect her past with her present—before a sadistic attacker sets
his sights on her.
Author Bio
Lisa Regan is a suspense novelist.
She has a Bachelor’s Degree in English and Master of Education Degree
from Bloomsburg University. She is a
member of Sisters In Crime. She lives in Philadelphia with her husband and
daughter. Her debut novel, Finding Claire Fletcher won Best Heroine
and was runner up in Best Novel in the eFestival of Words Best of the
Independent eBook Awards for 2013.
Links
Author
Website: www.lisaregan.com
Amazon
Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Lisa-Regan/e/B009YY091I/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Lisalregan
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Excerpt
Jocelyn took a quick look up and
down the street, gauging how long it would take her to sprint to Martina’s door
and back. It shouldn’t take more than ten seconds. As a rule, she never left
Olivia alone in the car—not even when she was paying for gas—but the door was
only twenty feet away. It would be faster to run for it than to unfasten
Olivia’s seat belt and carry her to and fro.
Jocelyn slipped her seat belt
off and got out, closing the door softly behind her. She sprinted up the steps
and snatched the bag from between the doors. As she turned back to her car, she
saw the figure, just a blur in her periphery. Then her Ford Explorer drove off
down Chew Avenue with Olivia in the back seat.
Jocelyn leapt off the steps and ran into the street.
“Olivia!” she screamed.
She had never run so fast, and
was only vaguely aware of the other cars whizzing past, beeping and swerving to
avoid her, expletives rolling out of the mouths of passing motorists. The
Explorer made the first right onto North 21st Street and Jocelyn
followed, arms and legs pumping, feet slapping the pavement, her heartbeat
thundering in her ears. She reached for her gun but quickly remembered she
didn’t have it. It was her day off.
“Dammit.”
She was losing ground as the Explorer turned right onto Conlyn and
out of her sight.
“Olivia!”
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