The Beginning: Running Target: Love on the Line

By Kari Lemor

This is a prequel to the romantic suspense novel RUNNING TARGET.

Undercover FBI agent, Jack Holland, is trying to get enough evidence to put notorious crime boss Victor Cabrini away for good. Meeting Callie, the friend of Victor's son, Angelo, makes his job a whole lot harder when feelings get involved.
This is a 7,000 word short story and ends on a cliff hanger. The first chapter of Running Target is included. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kari Lemor
• Release date: Feb 14, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201035464

Kari Lemor

Kari Lemor has always been a voracious reader. One of those kids who had the book under the covers or under the desk at school. Even now she has been known to stay up until the wee hours finishing a good book. Romance has always been her favorite, stories of people fighting through conflict to reach their happily ever after. Writing wasn't something she enjoyed when young and only in the last few years began putting the stories that ran rampant in her head, down on paper. Now that her kids are all grown and have moved out, she uses her spare time to create character driven stories of love and hope. She spends her time with her husband divided between a small town in New England and beautiful St. Augustine.

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G ood evening, Mr. Cabrini , ma’am.

Callina Lansing looked up at the deep voice and froze. Gray eyes, like a winter storm, stared at her as she and Angelo approached his father’s limo and the driver who held the door open for them. They were getting special treatment today and being chauffeured to the restaurant in the fancy car. Angelo’s father, Victor Cabrini, had insisted.

Thank you, um... she never knew what to call Angelo’s employees.

Matt Waters, ma’am. The dark-haired man filled in, extending his tanned hand to help her into the back seat.

When their hands touched, Callie’s heart skipped a beat. What was that all about? And the flutters in her stomach? Maybe she was coming down with something.

Waters, this is Miss Lansing. She’s a good friend of the family and should be treated as such.

Angelo scooted in behind her, and the door closed as Waters replied, Of course, sir.

Friends. Yes, she and Angelo were friends. Though for some reason his father seemed to think they were more. Angelo hadn’t bothered to correct him.

Once the driver was settled in the front, Angelo instructed, The Garden Inn. We have reservations for six thirty.

Waters looked back and dipped his head, his eyes connecting with hers again. Intense. Her gaze lowered to fiddle in her purse as her cheeks heated. What the heck?

You’ll love this place, Angelo told her. They have an amazing bisque that is so creamy and rich, you barely need anything else to eat.

I’m looking forward to it. Thank you for bringing me, Angelo.

He merely nodded, then pulled out his phone and scrolled through messages. They’d met in graduate school in an accounting class and become good friends, studying together and having coffee after class. Nothing romantic. Lately, Angelo had been inviting her to dinner with his father. Victor was warm and friendly, though quite imposing, but he’d made her feel welcome and at home in their huge mansion. Unlike her own home when her parents had still been alive. Her parents, the world travelers, who’d gone and gotten themselves killed in a rock slide as they were traversing some foreign mountain range.

The ride to the restaurant didn’t take long, but she was aware of the driver every time he glanced in the rear-view mirror, or turned his head to check for traffic. For some reason,