Stolen
Chances
By Elisabeth Naughton
By Elisabeth Naughton
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Blurb:
Nine years ago,
Archaeologist Maren Hudson lost everything when a member of her team was killed
during a routine dive. Now she’s been drawn back to Mexico and the career she
walked away from in order to protect the most precious thing in the world: her
daughter.
One
desperate phone call brings salvage expert Thad Leighton back to Mexico. For
his murdered brother, he’s ready to settle the score, but one look at Maren and
everything changes. Years may have passed, but she’s still as mesmerizing as
she once was, and a few days on site together have him questioning his
priorities and why the hell he walked away from her so long ago.
Sparks
between them reignite, but Thad knows Maren is holding something back. Thrust
together in the middle of the sweltering Yucatan, Thad is more than willing to strip
away her layers. But while the truth might offer the
second chance he’s been searching for, forgiveness may be as elusive
as the relic they’re both hunting. Because when Thad unearths Maren’s biggest
secret and discovers who she’s really working for, suddenly it’s not just about
a life that was stolen from both of them, it’s about staying alive and
outwitting a madman who will stop at nothing to get what he wants.
About the Author:
I
was never one of those people who knew they wanted to be an author at the age
of six. I didn’t have imaginary friends. I didn’t write stories in my journal
or entertain my relatives by firelight after Thanksgiving dinner. For the most
part, I was just a normal, everyday kid. I liked to read, but I wasn’t
exceptional at it. And when my teachers complimented me on my writing
abilities, I brushed them off. I did, however, always have a penchant for the
unique and absurd. And as my mother told me all throughout my childhood, I
should have been an actress—I was a drama queen before my time.
Years ago, my husband bought me Scarlett: The Sequel to Gone With The Wind. If you
ever saw the book, you know it’s a long one. I sat and read that thing from
cover to cover, and dreamed of one day being a writer. But I didn’t actually
try my hand at writing until years later when I quit my teaching job to stay
home with my kids. And my husband? After that week of reading where I neglected
him and everything else until I finished Scarlett, he vowed never
to buy me another book again. Little did he know I’d one day end up sitting at
a keyboard all day drafting my own stories.
My writing journey has not been easy. I didn’t
just sit down one day, decide I was going to write a book and voila! sell my very first attempt. As most
authors will probably agree, the path to publication is filled with hours of
work, pulling all-nighters I thought I’d given up in college, sacrifices,
rejections, but a love I discovered along the way I just can’t live without.
Instead of a big, thick book to read by lamplight (I do read much smaller ones
when I get the chance), I’ve traded in my reading obsession for a laptop. And
I’ve never been happier.
I’m one of the lucky ones. I have a wonderful
family and fabulous husband who put up with my writing—and obsessive
personality—even when life is chaotic. More than once my kids have been late to
swimming or baseball because I needed just five more minutes to finish a scene.
Their support and encouragement mean the world to me. I also have amazing
friends and a support network I couldn’t survive without. So to all of you out
there who have encouraged me along the way, sent me emails and fan letters,
phone calls and congratulations, I just want to say, thank you. You make this
whole writing gig that much more enjoyable. I truly wouldn’t be here without
you.
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