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Read an Excerpt of Reflections by Sara Vinduska | The Fateful Justice Series Book Tour | Silver Dagger Tours Presents Romantic Suspense

The Fateful Justice Series by Sara Vinduska is on virtual book tour. The romantic suspense series stops at the blog with an excerpt from Re...

The Fateful Justice Series by Sara Vinduska is on virtual book tour. The romantic suspense series stops at the blog with an excerpt from Reflections.

Be sure to enter for a chance to win the giveaway for a $20 Amazon GC or ebook copies of both books (1 winner each) and follow the Silver Dagger book tour (for other dates see the link at the bottom of the post).


Fateful Justice Book 1
by Sara Vinduska
Genre: Romantic Suspense

It wasn't the first time Lash Brogan had aimed a gun at another man and pulled the trigger. It wasn't the first time he'd watched a man fall to the ground bleeding. As an actor, he'd done just that countless times. But this time it was not a scene from one of his movies. This time it was for real. 

When Lash Brogan, an Irish immigrant and one of America's most popular movie stars, is kidnapped and held hostage in the mountains of Colorado, it will take all of his strength and determination as well as help from a beautiful stranger to help him escape. Justine McBride is a reclusive physical therapist trying to escape the painful memories of her family's death. After helping him recover, she falls hard for Lash without considering the ramifications of such a public relationship. 

Reflections introduces you to a world where fate's not fair, but justice and true love are certain. 

Look for future stories that continue to follow the lives of Lash Brogan and his friends.

Fateful Justice Book 2

After barely surviving the death of the woman he was going to marry, Irish actor Lash Brogan has accepted his first leading role in two years.

But someone doesn’t want the movie to be made. The set is plagued by accidents and deaths. The arrival of an FBI agent with a past connection to Lash, and the appearance of an intriguing woman he would like to get to know better, further tilts his world.

Lash refuses to run from the danger or the painful reminders of his past. He will stay and see the movie through to the end. No matter what the cost to him.

Redemption continues the story of Lash Brogan and his friends. Join them in a world where fate’s not fair, but justice and true love are certain.

Originally from Kansas, Sara Vinduska is a romantic suspense author and aspiring farmer in North Idaho. Her other passions include yoga, soap making, good red wine, and K-State football.

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Justine McBride breathed deeply, the cold mountain air awakening her senses as she gazed up at the majestic Rocky Mountains. Her feet sunk soundlessly into the fresh snow. God, how she loved this place, the stillness, the timeless beauty.

Some might consider her a bit of a recluse, living alone and isolated like she did. It's not that she didn't like being around people, she just preferred solitude. After all, her few close friends were just a phone call away and she had her work to keep her busy. That was more than enough for her.

The cold air began to seep its way under her carefully layered clothing and she reluctantly decided to turn back.

Something moved at the edge of the forest. She blinked, to make sure her eyes weren’t deceiving her. The shape was still there. A wide shouldered man staggered from the trees. Was he injured or drunk?

She stood unmoving, her heart hammering against her chest. She knew she should turn around andrun back to the warmth and safety of her cabin, bolt all the doors, and call the police, but something kept her rooted to the spot.

The man was coming closer. He wore only a white T-shirt and ripped khaki pants. There was stilltime, she could make it back to the cabin, but she couldn’t make her legs work.

She watched as the man fell to his knees in the snow and didn’t get up. She looked around her, there was no one else in sight and she knew she couldn’t just leave him out there to die in the snow.

He needed help. Finally able to move, she raced to the spot where his body lay. As she neared him, sheslowed and approached cautiously. At first he didn’t move, then he tried to get to his feet.

“Please . . . hhhelp me,” he managed through chattering teeth. He blinked several times as if notsure she was really standing there in front of him.

Justine hesitated a moment, seeing the dried blood that covered the man's face and clothes.

What the hell am I getting myself into? That was when she saw the gun. She started to back away.

“I promise . . . I won’t hurt you,” Lash pleaded, sensing her fear. She looked like a deer caught in
headlights, ready to bolt at any instant. Lash knew this woman was his only chance at surviving, he had tomake her believe he wouldn’t harm her. If she didn't, if she left him, he would die. And he'd been through much to fail now. Especially when his survival depended on charming a woman, something he was very good at. He forced his frozen lips into what he hoped was a smile.

Justine searched the man's sky-blue eyes. You could tell so much about a person by what was in their eyes, and she saw only pain and desperation in his. She bent down and put her arm around his waist,helping him to his feet. “Can you walk a little further? My cabin's just over that hill," she said, nodding towards the east.

“I . . . think . . . so.” Talking was suddenly very difficult. Lash tried to smile again. He could see
smoke rising from the chimney of the A-frame cabin. Smoke meant a fireplace, a fireplace meant warmth.

It wasn't too far, he could make it.

Justine paused, something about the man's lopsided grin stirred her memory. A fleeting image that she couldn’t quite grasp.

He leaned heavily on her and the going was slow. She could feel the weight of his shivering bodyand knew she had to get him inside soon. She risked another look at his face. One eye was black, his cheek was cut and bruised, and his curly reddish-brown hair caked with dirt and blood. But there wassomething familiar in his dark features, and that accent . . . Irish. Where had she seen him before?

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed as reality hit. Her mind reeled with images. The newspaper and
magazine headlines Lash Brogan, Award Winning Actor Abducted! Snapshots, clips of his movies racedthrough her mind as she stopped in her tracks and looked at the man leaning on her shoulder.

“Tell me you’re not who I think you are.”

His eyes, clouded with pain, cleared for a moment as he focused on her face. “Depends. Who do
you think I am?”

“You’re Lash Brogan," she whispered.

“At your service.”

“Oh God,” Justine said, looking behind them, panicked now.

Lash grabbed her by the hand. “Don’t worry. The guys who did this won’t be coming.”

“What do you mean?”

“They’re dead.”

She saw the truth in his eyes. He'd killed them.

“Oh God,” she said again. She put her arm around him again and hurried as fast as she could the last hundred yards to her cabin. She took one last look behind them and saw with relief that the blowing wind had covered their tracks in the snow.

1 comment

Get carried away with love!