Kari Lemor
Romance Author
Running Target
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Love on the Line book 2
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: FBI agent, mob, hit man, secret lovers, forbidden family, crime, suspense, star-crossed lovers
A deadly game of cat and mouse . . .
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FBI agent Jack Holland courted a death wish falling for Callie Lansing. Her friendship with Angelo Cabrini, son of a New Jersey mob boss, was not what it seemed. But Angelo’s death at the hands of Jack, even in self-defense, had disastrous consequences: Jack, now a wanted man and Callie, raising their son alone.
The Cabrinis have cost Jack everything, but he’ll never regret the birth of his son, Jonathan. With a vengeful Victor Cabrini after him, Jack stays on the run. Keeping Callie and Jonathan safe means letting the crime boss believe Jonathan is his grandchild. But if the mobster discovers the truth before Jack can put him behind bars, his secret family may pay the ultimate price…
Heat level/warnings: some cursing, sensual scenes (PG 13) sexual chemistry, some violence
**Read the first chapters on many of these sites**
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Reviews:
—RT Book Reviews says “Thrilling . . . Lemor once again features a dynamite protagonist who’s easily relatable, and her talent for incorporating romance and forgiveness against the odds makes Running Target even more enticing.”
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“Running Target is a wonderfully emotional story of star-crossed lovers. A poignant, against all odds, second chance romance...”
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“…a scintillating read in this book where the chemistry was riveting; the secondary characters entertained me just as much as the main ones; and the ending took me completely by surprise.”
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“ a fast paced, thrilling story with a sizzling romance, nefarious villains, and heroes worth falling in love with.”
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Excerpt:
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The door was ajar, so he slipped through, closing it enough to allow a sliver of light to filter in. He made out the petite shape of the sleeping woman, then saw the bassinet next to her. His breath left his body. The baby was here with her.
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Stepping closer, he looked down on the clear container, the blue tag proclaiming this child to be a boy. Squinting in the dim light, he read the words. Mother’s name: Callina Lansing. Baby: Jonathan.
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Jonathan. She’d named the baby after him. A lump clogged his throat. A son. Damn. He had a son and wouldn’t be able to get to know him, see him grow, share in his life. This fucking world was too cruel at times.
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