Monday, March 26, 2012

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Shadow of Deceit
By Mal Olson

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Genre: romantic suspense


Can an FBI agent obsessed with redemption and a grieving widow desperate to clear her husband’s name learn to believe in love again?

Shannon Riedel faces down danger when a gunman breaks into her office claiming her dead husband swindled him. When FBI agent Tony Crazaniak arrives to investigate, sexual heat sizzles. The ex-Delta Force operative’s massive presence and dark eyes trigger an attraction the young widow finds unnerving.

When Crazaniak convinces Shannon she needs his protection, they partner to unearth secrets her husband left behind—secrets involving a Tanzanian mine that yields perfect blue diamonds coveted by dealers around the world—secrets connected to a terrorist leader Crazanaik has vowed to take down.

With danger surrounding them, two emotionally wounded souls bond, but can they put their demons to rest and trust in love? Can they survive long enough to find out?

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Available March 7, 2012

My Thoughts:  Shadow of Deceit is an excellent suspense novel from start to finish. The pacing is intense and kept me engaged and interested the entire time. Along with the suspense, there's a very emotional aspect about the book that had me shedding a tear or two from time to time. Mal Olson creates characters that sizzle and that are easy to like. You can relate to them in one way or another, and I felt many of the things that they were feeling. The jam packed action, emotion and sizzling tension combined together makes for one heck of a wild ride that readers aren't going to want to get off of in the middle. No, this book is a read in one sitting kind of story. Shannon and Tony are great leading roles and they make the sparks fly together.   If you're a fan of romantic suspense, add Shadow of Deceit to your list of reads. Mal Olson is on my list of authors to watch- and buy! 

Need some more enticing? How about an excerpt?

 Shannon sat, stalled, her heart pummeling like prey snagged in an icy hunter’s trap.
Someone knocked on her window.
Heart in her throat, every muscle in her body tensed as she jerked her head toward the passenger side and looked through frosted glass into the face of Special Agent Tony Crazaniak.
Relief uncoiled the knot in her stomach. She’d never been so happy to see anyone in her life. She unlocked the door, and he opened it.
“Jesus, what the hell was that all about?” He dipped his head and plunked a snow-clogged foot onto the floor mat as he grabbed her bags and tossed them over the seat.
“I don’t know, and I wasn’t sticking around to find out.”
Cramming six-foot-plus inches of man into her Porsche was like stuffing two hundred pounds of prime beef into a picnic cooler. But he managed not only to squeeze in and make himself comfortable, he took charge.
“Traffic’s moving, go!”
She eased the accelerator, launching forward into an ice-jammed gridlock of traffic crawling west.
“You want to tell me what’s going on?” His shoulder brushed against hers when he shifted in the seat.
“I would if I had the slightest clue.”
His heat made her nerve endings prickle. And as far as telling him what was going on? The “would if I could” may not have been the entire truth, but it was close enough. Besides, she didn’t want to tell him anything. Yet.
What did she actually know?
Snow bunched on the windshield as the wiper blades plowed through thick gruel, as her brain churned, as she tried to come up with an answer the FBI operative would buy. “Obviously someone’s after me.”
“Obviously. But, who?”
“I don’t know.”
“Jilted lover?”
Snapping her head around, she glared at him. The full effect of his intense eyes sent heat waves rippling down her spine.
“No.” Cheeks blooming hot, she tugged her glance away and added, “No lovers.”
She felt his scrutiny slow-slide over her. The bloom that heated her cheeks spread down her neck.
“You ought to fix that,” said Tall-Dark-and-Scrumptious.
And the fact that she noticed that he was scrumptious flustered her. She wasn’t looking for…anything. Although, she could use his broad-shouldered, don’t-mess-with-me attitude and his FBI badge riding shotgun until she ditched the Lexus.
“Listen, I’m not…I mean…” What did she mean? “Not in the market…All I want is a guard dog until I lose the lunatic in the Lexus.”
He shrugged. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.” His smile slammed the scrumptious meter so high she heard bells ring, which made her reconsider her comfort level. She realized she would be safer, at least on an estrogen-to-testosterone level, without his massive presence and raw animal magnetism steaming up the Porsche’s windows.
Looking into the mirror, she couldn’t see the Lexus. She turned around and still couldn’t spot it. Even if it were there, it couldn’t pass four cars on Wisconsin Avenue on a good day, let alone in this snowy mess.
“On second thought, why don’t I pull over at the next light and you can hop out. If I want help, I’ll whistle.”
“I don’t think so.” He swiveled to look out the rear window, his mouth nearly brushing her cheek.
Too close. Too hot. Too dangerous.
She couldn’t pull over without getting stuck in the slushy excuse for a right lane, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t stop, and that he couldn’t let himself out.
When the line of traffic stalled again, she eased her foot on the brake and said with a prick of guilt over ditching him in calf-high muck, “End of the ride, Agent Crazaniak.”
He shook his head.
“I can make it home from here. Thanks for your concern.” Too bad he hadn’t worn boots.
He settled his broad shoulders against the seat.
“I no longer need your assistance.” She glanced over her shoulder again. “The Lexus is gone.”
“Not my style to leave a woman in distress.”
“Distress?” At the moment, he was the cause of her distress. All she wanted was to get rid of FBI Agent Tony Crazaniak.
Her attention snagged on the Tahoe in front of them, which attempted a jackrabbit start, fishtailed, and landed in a snow bank.
“Maybe when you get out, you could give the guy in the Tahoe a hand.”
“You need protection.”
She reached into the glove box and whipped out a gold lipstick tube. “I’ve got it.” Pepper spray. She waggled bouquet de Red Hot Chili Pepper at him.
“You need my protection.”
“How do I know you’re really an FBI agent?” She flipped off the top.
He eyed her small but effective weapon.
“Come on, Shannon, don’t mess around.” Raising his hands in surrender, he leaned away and grasped the door handle. “I don’t think you want to do that.”
“All I want is to go home. Alone…please.”
A nanosecond later, she found herself watching him stuff her pepper spray into his pocket. She didn’t know how the exchange had happened. Other than fast.
“Protective custody.” He patted his pocket. “I’ll get you home safely, and you won’t even have to whistle.”
Dear God, she was trapped in her car with a man who oozed so much male charisma she felt like she was drowning in testosterone.
“Seriously, how do I know your ID is legit? You could be an ax murderer for all I know.”
“You want to call the Bureau?” He offered his cell phone. “You can get the number from information. You wouldn’t want to trust a suspected mass murderer for the correct number.”
She rolled her eyes.
“It’s listed under Federal Bureau of Investigation. They’ll vouch that I’m a really nice guy.”
When she took the phone, his body heat clung to it and warmed her palm, irritatingly so. “Are you, really?”
“What, hiding an ax under my jacket?”
“No.” She scowled and thumbed in 411. It didn’t hurt to check him out. “Are you really a nice guy?”
“What do you think?”
She thought he wanted to interrogate her. And none of the nice guys she knew were pumped like Hercules. Rather than answering him, she spoke into the phone, “I’d like the number for the Federal Bureau of Investigation.”
The car behind them honked, and she turned her attention to driving and squeezed past the stranded Tahoe. While edging into the intersection, she concentrated on the snow squall, the taillights of the car ahead of them, and on memorizing the numbers the automated voice was reciting in her ear.
“Look out!” Crazaniak yelled as the Lexus materialized from the right, racing toward them. “The bastard must have turned off somewhere and circled around.”
“Jeez, he’s going to ram us!” Shannon dropped the phone and stomped the gas pedal. The tires whined and spun and finally dug beneath the slush. But when rubber found traction, the car catapulted forward too fast.
Streetlights whirled.
Her 944 swapped ends twice on the glazed surface and came to a dead stop in the middle of the intersection.
The Lexus revved its engine, its wheels pelting ice. Then rocketed toward them for a second attack.
Paralyzed, Shannon froze in terror. Every muscle in her body locked up. Static electricity lifted the hair at her nape. An image of the accident two years ago flashed through her mind.
“Hit the gas! Hit the gas!”

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  1. Thank you so much for inviting me to be on your blog today. And, wow! Thank you for the great review. I'd love to hear from some of your readers and hope they get in on the raffle for the give aways (several copies of Shadow of Deceit and an Amazon gift certicicate.)

    1. Glad to feature you today! I'm glad you're happy with the review. What a fast paced book! :)

    2. Thanks, Nikki, you're the greatest!

  2. Hi, it's me again.

    Just wanted to let you know that on my website, you'll find two short stories, both free reads. One is a feel good romantic episode featuring a lonely young woman, a cop and a dog-- ME AND BRAD. (it's also a free read for Kindle on Amazon.) And, DANGER ZONE is another edge of the seat suspense, but a short story that features one of the characters from my novel SHADOW OF DECEIT. Hope you enjoy.


  3. Great review. I'll be stopping by to check out your Free reads Mal. Good luck and this is going on my TBR list :)

  4. Thanks, Anya, so nice to have you stop by, and hope you enjoy the short stories. Me and Brad has had over 5000 downloads since Amazon listed it as a free Kindle title a few weeks ago. Now I'm waiting for Amazon to list Danger Zone at the $0.00 price--meanwhile, I'm happy to have both titles free on my website. :)

  5. Now this is my kind of book! Can't wait to read it!

    1. Jennifer, it's so great to get feedback from readers! Thanks for visiting me today.

  6. Great review. Sounds like a suspensful story.

    1. Yes, Casea, I thought Nikki's review was great, too. Thanks for commenting.

  7. Your excerpt was fantastic--I could feel the tension.
    I like what I have read so far--and I trust Nikki's instincts. So this book is now on my MRP--must read pile.

    I'm also going to grab a coffee, a donut, and go read your free stories.

    1. Oh, thank you so much, Brenda. I'm thrilled that you're putting Shadow of Deceit on your MRP, and hope you like the short stories. :)

  8. Great review Nikki. RS is my all time favorite genre. Plus, I love FBI guys. I could feel the tension in the excerpt, too.


    1. Thanks, Marika, for visiting and reading the excerpt--and glad you felt the tension. :) I have a very dear Hungarian friend, Maria, who's called Marika in Hungarian. Are you by chance of Hungarian decent?

    2. Actually Marika is my maternal grandmother's name. She was a 1st generation Ukranian. Her parents come over during the Russian revolution. My grandmother passed away a couple of years ago but she did tell me that Marika was a very common Slavic name.


  9. This book sounds great. I love Tall-Dark-and-Scrumptious.

    1. I'm really glad it sounds good to you, Maggie. Thanks for commenting.

  10. Great review! I love suspense and intense storylines. Will definitely check out your free reads. Thanks.

    1. Cool! I'd love to hear your comment on my free reads. You can comment on my website or I'll check back here too.

  11. Great review! Sounds like a great story!

    1. Thanks, Melissa, it's nice for an author to get comments like that.

  12. Lots of action in the excerpt! Thanks for sharing.

    1. Your welcome, Na, Thanks for reading the excerpt.