By Lori L. Robinett
I am so excited to announce that Fatal Obsession, my new thriller, just launched (the paperback will be released on February 25, 2017)! All formats are available HERE.
As you may know, Fatal Obsession is a Widow’s Web novel – an thrilling series where women face challenges that threaten to destroy them, just as they begin to find the strengths within them.
Sophie grew up in the foster care system, an orphan separated from her brother after their parents are killed. After she married Blake Kendrick and gets pregnant, she’s thrilled to have a family of her own. When she learns that her husband, a brilliant cancer researcher, has experimented on their unborn child, her fairytale shatters and the nightmare begins. The powerful man her husband works for is determined to use the research within Sophie’s body to save his dying mother. Sophie runs, terrified of what might be growing within her, worried that her baby might need treatment by the very man who is hunting them. The survival skills she learned in foster care serve her well as she must discriminate between who she can trust and who she can’t, who is a real friend and who is a threat. All the while, an experiment grows within her . . . will they escape?
Want a sneak peek?
Almost in slow motion, the SUV floated across the rain-slicked blacktop, into the other lane.
“Shit,” Blake muttered. “Hang on. We’re hydroplaning.”
The tail end of the Grand Cherokee whipped around as Blake spun the steering wheel. A brief flash of craggy rocks flashed across her field of vision, trees, then blackness. The next thing she knew, the Grand Cherokee sat sideways on the narrow road, the front bumper only a few feet from a huge boulder jutting up out of the trees. The dark ribbon of river flowed behind it.
Suddenly, she remembered.
She cradled her stomach and held her breath for a moment, waiting to feel movement. Surely she’d know if the baby was hurt. Somehow, someway, she would know, wouldn’t she? The seat belt was still tucked securely under her bump, but she ran one hand along the strap. Her shoulder hurt where the belt had grabbed her, as did her chest. She closed her eyes and imagined her baby safely ensconced in her womb. She might’ve been sloshed around a bit, but she was well protected.
She swept her hair back over her shoulders, then swiveled her head to look at Blake. His hands still gripped the steering wheel, but he was staring at her stomach. “Is the baby okay?” he demanded. His nostrils flared.
“She’s fine. I think she’s fine.” Her hands splayed over her stomach. The miracle within her had to be okay. Sophie already cared about her baby more than she’d ever imagined possible. This little girl was going to have a good life, with a loving family, a princess bed to be tucked into every night, and loads of stuffed animals, whatever she wanted. There would be no pallets on the floor for her baby, no foster parents looking for a paycheck.
“Are you sure?” He reached across and clamped his hand onto her wrist and looked at his watch.
Sophie laughed and tried to pull away. He jerked her hand back and she blinked. Long seconds ticked by before he released her.
“Pulse is a little fast, but that’s to be expected.” The clinical tone of his voice matched the chill in the air.
“I’m fine, too,” Sophie said, stung by his focus on the baby.
“Of course.” He huffed out a breath. His jaw tensed and he took two deep breaths before continuing. “Of course I want you to be okay, too. The baby might be big enough to survive without you now, but it would certainly be safer for you to carry it to term.”
Sophie blinked rapid-fire, his words cutting deep. It took her a moment, but she finally squeaked out, “Please don’t call her it.”
“It. She. Whatever. All that matters is that the baby survive. My research–” He clamped his mouth shut.
Her eyes widened as she spun to face him. Her heart raced. “What do you mean? What have you done?” Images of the calendar hanging in their kitchen flashed through her mind. The weekly appointments at the Center, all the tests that had been done, all the prenatal vitamins that had been prescribed . . . Blake tended to be distant under normal circumstances, but he’d been so attentive throughout the pregnancy.
“I never should’ve said anything.” He shook his head and held his hands up, palms out, like he was giving up. “We’ll talk about this later. Right now, we need to get out of here.”
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