Kari Lemor
Romance Author
Death Race
Love on the Line book 5
light romantic suspense
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All the Love on the Line books are stand alones and may be read in any order
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Themes: Abusive past, police officer, road trip, suspicious accidents, forced proximity, crime, suspense
The road to happiness is paved with danger...
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Recovering from a gunshot wound is the easy part. Boston cop, Keith Cho, discovers coming to grips with his partner’s death requires a different sort of medicine. He’ll start a cross country road trip with seeing his partner’s sister, Samantha Bates.
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Sam can’t hide the injuries or the backpack she’s hauling as she hikes away from town. Fleeing from her abusive ex-boyfriend is key. When she and Keith reconnect on a back country road, he insists she come with him.
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Keith is good company but needs to stay firmly in the friend category. Being with a cop can only lead to heartache, something Sam can’t handle again. As they travel, frequent accidents seem far too convenient. Are these incidents connected to them or a mystery someone wants silenced? It’s a race against death and someone’s going to lose...
Heat level/warnings: some cursing, sensual scenes (PG 13) sexual chemistry, some violence
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**Read the first chapters on many of these sites**
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Reviews:
“This book was such a blast. It was an exciting and engrossing read that had my eyes glued to every word.”
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“Ms. Lemor managed to capture my undivided attention with a well-developed plot, which was filled with a good dose of suspense and strong, delightful characters that I couldn't wait to learn more about the moment they were introduced.”
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“Between the roller coaster of some very scary encounters and the mystery of who is behind it all, you have a warm, funny, delightful story as Keith and Sammi's relationship gradually changes. In a refreshingly authentic and human way, they go from something that was friendly yet stunted by the past to a real and lasting connection that no outside force can break apart.”
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Excerpt:
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As Keith soaped up their plates and utensils, she poked at the fire and started singing a country tune.
At Keith’s raised eyebrow, she folded her arms. “What? You’re supposed to sing songs around the campfire.”
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“Who says?”
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“I do and everyone who’s ever gone camping. Otherwise you wouldn’t have the term ‘campfire songs’. Duh.” She burst into song again, louder this time
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