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Flatline
Author: Linda Bond
Genre: Romantic Suspense
People are dying in Dr. Joshua Salvador’s ER. His medical assistant, only weeks from delivering her baby, hangs on to life by a thread. The symptoms seem horrifyingly familiar, and he begins to suspect the deaths are targeted at him. But, before he can figure things out, top TV investigator Rachel Wright is standing in the middle of his ER, convinced an outbreak, an epidemic, or even a botched flu vaccine could be the cause, and she’s going to tell the world.
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Linda Bond
Author Linda Bond was born in San Francisco, California but spent most of her life in the south, attending middle and high school in Greenville, South Carolina and college at the University of Georgia in Athens, Georgia.
She’s worked as a television news reporter and anchor in Fort Myers, Orlando and Tampa, Florida. For more than twenty years, she’s been a reporter, sharing important information with viewers on the latest medical breakthroughs and writing emotional, human-interest stories on those who have the courage and spirit to fight for their lives.
She writes every day, under deadline, but has always loved losing herself in a good fiction story.
Entangled Publishing released Bond’s two romantic thrillers Alive at 5 and Cuba Undercover. Flatline her newest medical thriller, releases in May 2020.
Bond has received numerous writing awards in Romance Writer’s of America chapter contests.
She has also won 13 Emmy awards, numerous Society of Professional Journalist, and Associated Press awards, as well as a Florida Bar award and Edward R. Murrow award.
This former baton-twirling beauty queen from the deep south, now lives in Tampa Florida with her husband, two daughters and two stubborn Bulldogs named Sanford and Athens.
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They turned towards Dallas’s voice.
Her photographer stood outside a ground floor window of the warehouse. Dallas’s height made him tall enough to see in. “I think I’ve got the collapsed roof.” He flipped on the light atop his TV camera. “Still kinda dark, but I’m rolling.”
They were all walking toward him when a low growl set off a flurry of electrical warning shots at the base of her neck. “What the hell is that?” She flipped around. Too dark to see far.
“Sounds like a dog.” Joshua turned on the flashlight app of his iPhone. Swept the area around them.
She didn’t see any animal. “A dog?” She searched for Carla and the friend. “They keep dogs at the vaccine plant?”
“I think there’s a night watchman or guard,” the friend said. “I don’t know about dogs. I don’t usually come out here at night.”
Another menacing growl, followed by a bark.
Rachel froze. The sound was closer.
“That’s definitely a dog.” Steve pointed.
Joshua hit the area with his iPhone light. “Looks like a pit bull.” His gaze locked into hers.
She swallowed, afraid to say anything. Afraid to move.
“I ain’t no dog food.” Dallas’s words burst out in winded spurts as he sprinted by them. “That bad-ass dog looks madder than a hen with hemorrhoids.” His camera, still on his shoulder, bounced as he ran. “What are you waiting for?” Dallas yelled as he blew past them.
“Wait.” The blood in her temple beat enough to hurt. “Isn’t running more dangerous? The dog will chase—”
Joshua grabbed her hand, jerking her into motion. But her body moved before her feet and her ankle turned. She stumbled.
Joshua’s arms encircled her, lifting her and setting her back on her feet. “You’ve got about two seconds—”
The barking got louder. It was dark again. Joshua’s hands were too busy to light the way.
He grabbed her hand again, their fingers entwining as they had a million times before.
Before the break up. Before the fuck up. Before.
But here they were again.
United. In action.
Carla’s friend dashed ahead of them, her movements jerky, too. Before she could take three more steps, she went down.
“Oh no,” Carla yelled.
Rachel sprinted to Carla’s friend. “Come on. Get up.” She had both of her hands under the young woman’s armpits, trying to pull her up.
Joshua was on top of her before she could help. “I’ve got her. You get to the car. Start it.” He tossed her the keys.
Thank God she had good reflexes. Keys in hand, Rachel caught action in her peripheral vision. A big dog sprinting toward her like a cheetah on the Discovery Channel, fierce in its approach.
Holy hell. Her whole body went ice cold.
She took off, a weirdly high-pitched scream squeaking out of her as she ran. Heart pumping madly, her vision became sharply focused. Get to the car. Unlock the doors.
She wanted to look back and check on Joshua, Carla, and her friend.
Just as that thought slowed her, Dallas sprinted up to her. “You got the keys? Open that shit.”
Right. She pressed on the key, praying she’d hit the right button.
A click.
Lights on.
The car was unlocked.
Thank God.
Out of breath and sweating, Rachel reached for the car handle. She pulled. The door opened, but her forward momentum stopped as teeth clamped down on her calf.
“Ouch!” she howled.
The sting of teeth entering her flesh shocked her. As did the instant burn.
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