Horizon's Wake: The January Morrison Files Psychic Series 4

By Eden Laroux

From the Publisher that brought you popular short story series Witching Call, Hostile Hearts, Earthbound Angels, The January Morrison Files Psychic Series, Ralph's Gift, Children of Time, Chains of Darkness, Tropical Storms and Friend Zone...

Death brought them together
WILL IT TEAR THEM APART?

She never thought it would get so out of control.

January’s investigation of a local pharmaceutical giant races to a tense conclusion as she fights to keep a dead whistleblower’s secret out of the clutches of deadly corporate criminals. Will she stand them off, save a boy’s life, and bring down the Horizon conspiracy? Or will she be defeated by forces deadlier than she can understand, endangering herself and the man she loves?

As the mystery unfolds, January is forced to face the dark reality of her relationship with Ash. Just when she thinks she has accepted the danger and cruelty of his job, the Horizon investigation surprises her with new revelations of fear and violence. How can so loving and gentle a man be capable of such brutal things in the name of duty? Will January always take second place to Ash’s first love – his job?

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They stopped at a light, and he turned to her. His face was grim.

“You underestimated Horizon from the beginning, and I let you,” he said. “If something had happened to you, I would have been responsible.”

He turned back to the road. “You’re not going to do something like this again. Not while I’m around.”

January stared at him, her heart thundering with a sudden, beautiful terror. This man who handled a gun as easily as a toothbrush, who could break a man’s nose without changing stride, who had seen and survived things that gave him nightmares... was the same man who could make her laugh with a sardonic lift of his eyebrow, who had stayed up nights reading to her when she was sick, who liked to sit behind her and brush her long hair slowly, over and over as he watched her face in the mirror...

A wave of astonished dizziness tore through her as she realized it didn’t matter anymore what he was, what he did. She loved this strange, fierce, gentle, silent, beautiful, steel-eyed man more than she had ever loved anything in her life.

She belonged to him now.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Sandra Ross
• Release date: Jul 18, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301807970

Eden Laroux

Eden Laroux was born on November 27, 1978, in New Orleans, Louisiana, to a father who was a butcher and a mother who was a florist.Her mother, originally from Saint-Emilion in France, migrated to the US to become a textile worker.Eden Laroux was born as Emilia Domini. She had an elder brother, Calvin, and has a sister named Philomena.Her father, a second-generation Italian immigrant, left Emilia’s mother for a laundrywoman, who was also of Italian descent. He was a gambler and an alcoholic. It was learned later that he not only stole money from his employer, but also left the family with gambling debts to settle.Eden was 14 at the time, and the experience of being abandoned and deceived seared into her memory – a theme which showed up in most of her early literary works – sad poems and essays--and in her college years, short stories for various creative writing classes.Eden's brother Calvin chose to leave his own studies and worked odd jobs to supplement their mother’s income, which was obscenely meager, after their father left.Despite financial difficulties, Calvin pushed Eden to work for a degree, and through his and other people’s help, she was able to get a scholarship to attend college and study English Literature.Three weeks after Eden's graduation, Calvin - a closeted homosexual - was killed in a freak accident at work (stabbed by his partner in the middle of a long drive for an out-of-town furniture delivery). He had “come out” only to Eden. He and Eden had been very close, owing to their father’s leaving and their mother becoming undone and distraught.Philomena, Eden's younger sister, is the family’s joy and the family’s artist. While her formal training is in business (she is currently studying for a degree in finance and strategic management), she nevertheless finds time to also dabble in the visual arts – as a potter, painter, and, of late, as a furniture designer.Emilia chose to write under her mother’s name, Eden, as a tribute both to her mother's unconditional love and for her strength to overcome an enormous challenge of raising a family – all on her own.

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Horizon's Wake

By Eden Laroux

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Chapter One

JANUARY STOOD IN FRONT of the mirror in the train station restroom, making unbecoming faces. She rolled her eyes around and around, making sure whatever eyelash or particle of dirt had lodged in her right eye was finally gone.

She washed her hands again. The hand dryer was so loud she didn't hear the restroom door open. When she looked up, there was a man standing at the sink next to her.

She gaped at him.

Sorry to disturb you, miss, the man said. He was tall and slightly balding, with a ruddy complexion. I'm the maintenance director. I just need to check when the restroom was last serviced.

Of course, January said. I'm done-I'll just get out of your way. She tried to move past him to the door, but he blocked her.

She looked up at him. Excuse me, please.

No harm done, the man said, taking her arm. But I must insist that you come with me.

January pulled away, and the man tightened his grip on her arm. You don't want to do that, miss. He pulled her to him and opened his suit jacket. Inside it was the dull glint of a gun.

Terror pierced her.

You'll want to stay calm, be quiet, and come with me. We already have your friend-he's not coming for you. If you so much as make a noise, you're both going to be very sorry.

January's pulse was racing, but she willed herself to stay calm.

The man looked around, still holding her arm. He pulled her to the window at the back wall of the little room and pushed it open.

Climb up, he told her. And don't do anything stupid like try to run. You won't get very far.

January steeled herself and did as she was told.

ASH STUDIED his own knuckles, gripping the steering wheel of January's car. The gun muzzle against his neck jabbed at him.

Now, the man with the gun said. Tell me who you are and what you and the girl are doing here.

Ash didn't say anything.

Not much of a talker, are you? Well, no problem. We can get acquainted later.

Ash slanted his eyes toward the voice. The man gave up his questioning easily. He either had no authority or thought he didn't, which amounted to the same thing.

Nice and slow, the man said, take your hands off the wheel and put them out in front of you.

He showed Ash a length of wire.

Ash felt the pressure of the gun at his neck-weak and inconsistent. He pictured the back seat in his mind. January, normally a neat person, was a slob when it came to her car. The man would likely be balancing on a pile of shoe boxes, ancient takeout containers and plastic bags full of clothing that never seemed to arrive at their destination.

Ash ran through a few mental images, took a deep breath, counted one... two ... three...

And then pushed at the back of the seat exactly the way January had told him not to.

The seat collapsed, knocking the man behind it to the floor. Ash spun around, snatched the gun and pushed