Saturday, May 23, 2020

BLOG TOUR - Running Out of Time


A new miniseries from Harlequin Intrigue.

Stopping criminal activity wherever it happens. The agents at the Tactical Crime Division are ready for anything.


More and more, federal law agencies have to mobilize to remote locations to address large-scale crime scenes and criminal activity—terror, hostage situations, kidnappings, shootings and the like. Because of the growing concerns and need for ever increasing response times to these criminal events, the Bureau created a specialized tech and tactical team, combining specialists from several active divisions—weapons, crime scene investigation, protection, negotiation, IT. Because they are a smaller unit, they are more nimble for rapid deployment and assistance to address various situations. This joint team of agents is known as the Tactical Crime Division (TCD).




Love CSI and Criminal Minds? Meet the Tactical Crime Division.
Get to know a team of dedicated crime solving experts as they fight for justice, safety, and one by one are rewarded by finding love.


BOOK DESCRIPTION:


When a terrorist is on the loose, the Tactical Crime Division is on the case. To find out who poisoned medications, two of TCD’s agents are tapped to go undercover posing as a married couple and infiltrate the company. But as soon as Jace Cantrell and Laura Smith arrive at Stroud Pharmaceuticals, someone ups the ante by planting explosives in their midst. Turns out that the small-town family business is hiding a million secrets. Could they unknowingly be protecting a vengeful killer?

PURCHASE LINKS:

● Goodreads
● Amazon
● Barnes & Noble
● Barnes & Noble
● IndieBound 

● Harlequin.com


MY THOUGHTS:

Title:   Running Out of Time
Author:  Cindi Myers
Series:  Tactical Crime Division #4
Publisher:  Harlequin Intrigue
Genre:   Romantic Suspense
Format:  Kindle ARC
No. of Pages:   256
Date of Publication:   June 16, 2020
My Rating:   5 Stars

Laura "Smitty" Smith and Jace Cantrell go undercover as a married couple in order to investigate Stroud Pharmaceuticals. Apparently, product tampering has taken place at the pharmaceutical company and this has resulted in several deaths. The local police was only too happy to turn the case over to the FBI, so the Tactical Crime Division (TCD) prepare a cover for Smitty and Jace.

Due to the fact that the business is run by a tight-knit family, Smitty and Jace have to tread carefully. The director of the TCD feels that someone at the company is knowledgeable about the truth. The deeper Jace and Smitty dig to find out the truth, the closer to danger they become. This works in their favor, however, because the last thing they want to do is to raise suspicion as to why they both suddenly took jobs at the company. Even with their strong cover, danger quickly is on their tails. It is hoped that Smitty and Jace can stay one step ahead of the culprits and get to the bottom of things before any more deaths occur. 

Running Out of Time is the fourth and final book in the Tactical Crime Division series. This story, with a romantic element taking second place to intrigue and danger, is an excellent addition to a thrilling series. Whether or not Jace and Smitty have a future together depends on if they can stay alive. 

What a wonderful and fitting end to this series. In this book I enjoyed Smitty and Jace and the sparks that flew, as with all the couples in the series. What this book and the others did was to create exceptionally realistic and dangerous stories that were riveting and impossible to put down.

Many thanks to Harlequin Intrigue and to NetGalley for this ARC for review. This is my honest opinion.



Excerpt, Running Out of Time by Cindi Meyers


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“We’ve got another tough case on our hands.” Jill Pembroke, director of the FBI’s tactical crime division, surveyed her team from the head of the conference table in the Bureau’s Knoxville headquarters. “One that re-quires a great deal of discretion.”


Something in the director’s tone made Agent Laura Smith sharpen her focus. Pembroke, with her well-cut silver hair and feminine suit, might be mistaken for a high society grandmother, but she was as hard-nosed as they came, and not prone to exaggeration. That she reminded her team of the need for discretion pointed to something out of the ordinary.


The door to the conference room opened and a man slipped in. Tall and rangy, Agent Jace Cantrell moved with the grace of an athlete. He nodded to the director and eased into the empty seat next to Laura. No apology for being late. Typical. Laura slid her chair over a couple of inches. Cantrell was one of those men who always seemed to take up more than his share of the available space.


“We’re going to be investigating product tampering at Stroud Pharmaceuticals in Mayville, West Virginia.”


Director Pembroke stepped aside to reveal a slide showing a squat factory building set well back on landscaped grounds.


“The antacid poisonings.” Agent Ana Ramirez spoke from her seat directly across from Laura. She tucked a strand of dark hair into the twist at the nape of her neck, polished nails glinting in the overhead light. “That story has been all over the news.”


“Do the locals not want the FBI horning in?” Agent Davis Rogers—the only member of the team not wearing the regulation suit—sat back in his chair beside Ramirez, looking every bit the army ranger he had once been. “Is that why the extra discretion?”


“No, the local police are happy to turn this over to us,” Pembroke said. She advanced to the next slide, a listing of the deaths—six so far, with two additional people hospitalized—attributed to Stroud’s Stomach Soothers, a natural, organic remedy that claimed a significant share of the market as an alternative to traditional antacids. “This hasn’t been released to the public, but the poison in the contaminated tablets was ricin.”


Laura would have sworn the temperature in the air-conditioned room dropped five degrees. “Any suggestion of a link to terrorism?” Hostage negotiator Evan Duran, bearded and brooding, spoke from the end of the table. “Anybody claiming credit for the deaths?”


Pembroke shook her head. “At this point, we aren’t assuming anything. Obviously, we want to avoid panicking the public.”


“The public is already panicked,” Rowan Cooper, the team’s local liaison, said. “People have been organizing boycotts of all Stroud products.” She absently twisted a lock of her jet-black hair, brow furrowed. “We’ll need a strategy for managing the public’s response.”


“The facility where the Stomach Soothers were manufactured has been closed for the time being and the product is being pulled from store shelves,” Pembroke said. “But another facility in town, which manufactures other items, remains open, and the company has reduced hours and reassigned as many employees as possible to the single plant. The company, the town, even the state officials, are very anxious to downplay this tragedy and get Stroud up and running full-speed as soon as possible.”


“Why do that?” Kane Bradshaw, Agent-at-Large, said. Laura hadn’t noticed him until now, seated as he was behind her and apart from the rest, almost in the shadows. Kane always looked as if he’d just rushed in from an overnight surveillance, all wind-blown hair and shadowed eyes. The fact that he was here spoke to the gravity of this case. While always on hand when the team needed him, he wasn’t much on office decorum.


“Jobs.” Cantrell’s voice, deep and a little rough, like a man who smoked two packs a day, sent a shiver through Laura. He didn’t smoke, but maybe he once had. “Stroud Pharmaceuticals is one of the biggest employers in Boone County,” he continued. “The coal mines are shutting down, and there isn’t a lot of other industry. Stroud has been a savior to the community. They—and the officials they elected—are going to do everything in their power to keep the company running and redeem its reputation.”


“Even covering up murder?” Laura asked.


Cantrell turned to her, his gaze cool. “I doubt they want to cover it up, but they’ll definitely downplay it and keep it quiet.”


“They want us to help, but they don’t want us to be obvious.” The youngest member of the team, computer specialist Hendrick Maynard, jiggled his knee as he spoke. A genius who looked younger than his twenty-six years, Maynard never sat still.


“Precisely.” Director Pembroke advanced to another slide of a small town—tree-shaded streets lined with modest homes, some worse for wear. A water tower in the distance displayed the word Mayville in faded green paint. “Agents Smith and Cantrell, you are to pose as a married couple and take jobs at the Stroud factory. Investigations so far point to the poisonings having originated from within the plant itself, so your job is to identify possible suspects and investigate. Agent Rogers, you’ll be in town as well…”


Laura didn’t hear the rest of the director’s assignments. She was focused on trying to breathe and holding back her cry of protest. She and Cantrell? As a couple? The idea was ridiculous. He was rough, undisciplined, arrogant, scornful…


“You look like you just ate a bug.” Cantrell leaned to-ward her, bringing with him the disconcerting aroma of cinnamon. His gravelly voice abraded her nerves. “Don’t think I’m any more excited about this than you are.”


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About Cindi Myers: Cindy Myers became one of the most popular people in eighth
grade when she and her best friend wrote a torrid historical romance and passed the manuscript around among friends. Fame was short-lived, alas; the English teacher confiscated the manuscript. Since then, Cindy has written more than 50 published novels. Her historical and contemporary romances and women’s fiction have garnered praise from reviewers and readers alike.

5 comments:

  1. I think I might need to read this series.

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  2. I do love CSI.. and Criminal Minds too. so I think I will enjoy this

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  3. I love watching crime shows but haven't picked up any books yet. This series looks like a great one!

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