Believing herself responsible for her father’s fatal diving accident, Rachel Lyons has withdrawn from the world and assumed a safe position at a foundation office. When called upon by a museum director to assist her former love interest with the recovery of a cursed relic from a sunken Chinese merchant ship, she has no intention of cooperating – until her brother is kidnapped by a drug-dealing gangster. In order to save him and gain control over her life, Rachel must not only overcome her greatest fears, but also relive the circumstances that lead to her father’s death.
What did I miss? Chase racked his brain for answers. He’d personally
checked Sam’s tank and regulator after picking it up at the dive shop.
At the time, everything was in working order. He was sure of it. And yet
if the cause of Sam’s death was ruled equipment failure, he would be
held accountable. Even if the court let him off, he would always believe
Chase’s eyes dropped to a white plastic bag, bouncing and rolling
across the ground – a discarded and insignificant piece of life.
A man's voice turned him around. The Coast Guard officer had been making
inquiries, taking statements. Checking their dive equipment. The crew
members were now huddled at the far end of the dock, casing weary looks
in Chase’s direction.
"Would you like to come with me...to explain all of this to Miss Lyons?"
God, Rachel. The worst was yet to come. He glanced at the ship’s
fantail, now vacant except for Ian. The mountainous man stood hunched
over, face in his hands, sobbing.
"I'll tell her," Chase said. He waited until the officer turned and
walked away. Until he was completely alone. Why had he agreed to do such
a thing? Knock on Rachel's door. Tell her he was responsible for taking
away the only parent she had left.
Watch the love in her eyes turn to hate. Although he loathed his
decision, he chose the coward's way out. He flipped open his phone and
auto-dialed her number.
Rachel’s voice came on the line. Confident. Captivating. Unaware. "So,
don’t tell me. Another fool's errand, right? I swear my father will
never grow up."
Chase remained silent for an eternal moment. And in that moment, he
wished for the strength of Goliath -- to rein in his quaking nerves, to
give him the courage to spill the words that refused to form.
"Chase?" Concern edged her tone. "Chase, are you there?"
He forced another swallow. "Rachel, listen," he began, a rasp of a
voice. Rusted from panic, from guilt. From disbelief. "Something
happened. It...it’s your dad."
Excerpted from "Severed Threads (Volume 1)" by Kaylin McFarren. Copyright © 2012 by Kaylin McFarren. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. Excerpts are provided solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.
Kaylin McFarren is a rare bird indeed. Not a migratory sort, she prefers to hug the West Coast and keep family within visiting range. Although she has virtually been around the world, she was born in California, relocated with her family to Washington, and nested with her husband in Oregon. In addition to playing an active role in his business endeavors, she has been involved in all aspects of their three daughters' lives - taxi duties, cheerleading coaching, script rehearsals, and relationship counseling, to name but a few. Now she enjoys spending undisciplined time with her two young grandsons and hopes to have many more.
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