Will protecting children throughout the world cost Natasha her own family?
Devastated by the loss of her brother, Natasha Senecot works to expose the dangers of Matthew Chrysler’s violent video games, succeeding in bankrupting and humiliating him.
Chrysler retaliates and sends a hit man after her. Natasha is forced to fake her own death to protect her children, but after witnessing another tragedy, Natasha won’t hide any longer.
In a race against time, can Natasha expose Matthew Chrysler before his assassin murders her family and shatters her world?
"From the very first chapter, Blog This grabs your gut and your heart with surprising action and touching moments. Cami Checketts blends suspense, humor, and good clean romance into a story that will stick with you."
-Daniel Coleman, Author of Gifts and Consequences
"Loved it. Loved it. Loved it. Have read all of Cami’s books but Blog This is on the top of my list. Read it twice and enjoyed it just as much the second time. Just when you think you know what is going to happen you’re led into a different direction. Had a hard time putting the book down and was anxious to see how it was going to end."
-Elsa Akinason
Here's an excerpt from the book:
His gaze locked on hers. His eyes were so cold. A chill wind swept over her, but the
branches on the trees didn’t move.
“Can I help you?” She clutched her gloved fingers to stop the trembling.
His eyes darkened. His lips stayed in a tight line.
“Did you, um, get lost?” Natasha forced an unsteady laugh and arched her
eyebrows. “Easy to do in a town of less than three thousand people.” He didn’t crack a smile so she released her own, pointed toward the front yard, and stiffly recited driving directions. “Highway 89 is less than a mile east of here. The fastest route is to drive straight out of the neighborhood and then take two-hundred s-s…”
His right arm rose—a black pistol molded to his palm. Heart thudding, Natasha’s
voice sputtered and died. She raised her hands and backed up a few steps. Her gaze
darted to Jace and Lily.
“Mom!” Jace pulled Lily against his side.
Natasha felt colder than the snow clinging to her boots. The only lucid thought she
had was the overwhelming need to protect Jace and Lily. I have to say something, do
something. “Please, please don’t hurt us.”
The lines in his face hardened, anger seeping from his dark gaze. The hand holding
the gun remained steady.
Natasha’s mind raced, trying to comprehend a man pointing a gun at her with Jace
and Lily feet away. Was there any way to keep them safe?
“Look,” she began, her voice trembling on each word, “I-I’ve got some cash in the
house. I can give you my credit card and the pin numbers for my debit card. The credit
card has a hundred-thousand dollar limit.” It was a lie, but might buy her children’s
safety.
He shook his head. “I’m not after your money.” His voice was barely above a rough
whisper.
Then why are you here? She cast a nervous glance at her children. Jace clung to Lily,
watching his mother bargain for their lives. What else could she do to protect them?
Why was this guy pointing a gun at her?
Suddenly, the latest e-mail threats played through her mind.
Stop your blog or I will send someone to stop it.
Is any cause worth dying for?
The corner of the man’s lip quivered. His voice dropped. “I am sorry.”
Blinking to clear her vision, Natasha wondered if she’d heard him correctly. “Sorry?”
No. She shook her head. Oh, no. Realization came like a moldy dishrag snapped in
her face. He was here to fulfill the threats. His apology. That brief flicker of regret in his eyes. This man had been sent by Matthew Chrysler to kill her.
“I’ll stop the blog."
Here's an excerpt from the book:
His gaze locked on hers. His eyes were so cold. A chill wind swept over her, but the
branches on the trees didn’t move.
“Can I help you?” She clutched her gloved fingers to stop the trembling.
His eyes darkened. His lips stayed in a tight line.
“Did you, um, get lost?” Natasha forced an unsteady laugh and arched her
eyebrows. “Easy to do in a town of less than three thousand people.” He didn’t crack a smile so she released her own, pointed toward the front yard, and stiffly recited driving directions. “Highway 89 is less than a mile east of here. The fastest route is to drive straight out of the neighborhood and then take two-hundred s-s…”
His right arm rose—a black pistol molded to his palm. Heart thudding, Natasha’s
voice sputtered and died. She raised her hands and backed up a few steps. Her gaze
darted to Jace and Lily.
“Mom!” Jace pulled Lily against his side.
Natasha felt colder than the snow clinging to her boots. The only lucid thought she
had was the overwhelming need to protect Jace and Lily. I have to say something, do
something. “Please, please don’t hurt us.”
The lines in his face hardened, anger seeping from his dark gaze. The hand holding
the gun remained steady.
Natasha’s mind raced, trying to comprehend a man pointing a gun at her with Jace
and Lily feet away. Was there any way to keep them safe?
“Look,” she began, her voice trembling on each word, “I-I’ve got some cash in the
house. I can give you my credit card and the pin numbers for my debit card. The credit
card has a hundred-thousand dollar limit.” It was a lie, but might buy her children’s
safety.
He shook his head. “I’m not after your money.” His voice was barely above a rough
whisper.
Then why are you here? She cast a nervous glance at her children. Jace clung to Lily,
watching his mother bargain for their lives. What else could she do to protect them?
Why was this guy pointing a gun at her?
Suddenly, the latest e-mail threats played through her mind.
Stop your blog or I will send someone to stop it.
Is any cause worth dying for?
The corner of the man’s lip quivered. His voice dropped. “I am sorry.”
Blinking to clear her vision, Natasha wondered if she’d heard him correctly. “Sorry?”
No. She shook her head. Oh, no. Realization came like a moldy dishrag snapped in
her face. He was here to fulfill the threats. His apology. That brief flicker of regret in his eyes. This man had been sent by Matthew Chrysler to kill her.
“I’ll stop the blog."
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About the Author:
Cami Checketts is married and the proud mother of four future WWF champions. Sometimes between being a human horse, cleaning up magic potions, and reading Bernstein Bears, she gets the chance to write fiction.
Cami graduated from Utah State University with a degree in Exercise Science. She teaches strength training at her local rec and shares health and fitness articles at http://fitnessformom.blogspot.com.
Cami and her family live in the beautiful Cache Valley of Northern Utah. During the two months of the year it isn't snowing, she enjoys swimming, biking, running, and water-skiing.
visit her blog!
About the Author:
Cami Checketts is married and the proud mother of four future WWF champions. Sometimes between being a human horse, cleaning up magic potions, and reading Bernstein Bears, she gets the chance to write fiction.
Cami graduated from Utah State University with a degree in Exercise Science. She teaches strength training at her local rec and shares health and fitness articles at http://fitnessformom.blogspot.com.
Cami and her family live in the beautiful Cache Valley of Northern Utah. During the two months of the year it isn't snowing, she enjoys swimming, biking, running, and water-skiing.
visit her blog!
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