Witness Protection (Defenders of Love book 1 by Carolyn LaRoche



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Someone wants Angelina dead…again. Will following her heart put her in danger or in the arms

of the man she’s meant to be with?

As far as the world knows, NYPD detective Angelina Ferrara died in a violent firefight on

Chelsea Piers over a year ago. Living in the witness protection program as history teacher Lucy

Taylor was supposed to save her life, but being alive and living were two very different things.

Until she meets detective Logan James when he goes undercover in the same private school

where she works. Something about the handsome man with the gorgeous blue eyes piques her

interest. There’s no doubt he has secrets… but then so does she. When the Ricci crime family

discovers she’s still alive, she finds herself on the run with Logan. Her heart led her astray

before. Can she trust it to let Logan help her survive?



Her little car had an engine about as powerful as a hamster wheel. There was no way she

was going to outrun the truck that was accelerating with lightning speed. On one side of her was

a deep ravine, the other the steep slope of a mountain towered high and tree covered. The

steering wheel shook violently as she pushed her little car to its limits, sheer adrenaline keeping

her focused on the winding road. As she rounded a sharp curve, the back tires spun and fishtailed

out from behind her. The tiny car shook violently as Lucy struggled to maintain control. The

SUV caught up with her then, ramming into her rear bumper. The car groaned but held on. Lucy

spun the wheel to make the next sharp curve, all the while her eyes searched for a way off the

dangerous mountain highway. Another crash from behind jolted her car forward with such force

Lucy lost her grip on the steering wheel. The car veered right but she managed to straighten it

out before hitting the tree line.

“What the hell do you want with me?” she screamed at the truck in her rearview mirror.

The driver responded by slamming into the back of her car again. Metal ground against

metal, gravel flew everywhere, and the car careened toward a thick bank of trees to her left.

Straightening the car once more, Lucy crushed the gas pedal to the floor and watched as the

speedometer climbed quickly. Lucy felt the little rush of excitement she always got in a good

pursuit despite the fact that she was the one being pursued.

She whipped around yet another curve, and the SUV caught up with her. Just as she

managed to get her little car under control again, the SUV crashed into her back end again with

such force Lucy thought her car might shatter there in the middle of the road. The little car

veered to the right, aiming straight for the side of the road and the ravine beyond. Lucy tried to

regain control but the effort was in vain. She braced herself as the car plowed through thick

vegetation, hit something, and started to slide down the steep embankment.

She heard the growl of the SUV’s engine roaring away over the revving of her own

engine as the tiny car crashed through the underbrush. The car flew over a log and landed on the

slick vegetation covering the incline. The car lost its hold on the ground and rolled its way down

the slope, finally landing up against the trunk of a large pine tree where the engine died. Lucy’s

head smacked against the steering wheel knocking her near to senseless. Everything fell deathly

silent as she fought to remain conscious.

A loud crack broke the silence. As she watched through the broken windshield, the tree in

front of her began to wobble. Blood trailed from her forehead into her left eye blurring her

already shaky vision. Rubbing at it with the back of her arm, she used her other hand to

desperately claw at the seat belt release.

If she didn’t get out of the car, the tree was going to fall right on top of her.

The giant pine swayed once and then began its descent toward Lucy and her crumpled

car. Yanking hard at the jammed seat belt, her head swimming and her stomach churning, Lucy

finally freed herself. Just as the tree crushed the roof of her car, like it were nothing more than a

tin can, Lucy pulled her body through the opening that used to be the driver’s side window.

Cracking wood and crunching metal stirred up a cacophony of birds and small animals

protesting the intrusion in their habitat. Lucy lay on the damp moss and rotting leaves, her heart

banging against her chest wall. The sound of her pulse racing in her ears muted the sound of the

creaks and groans as the tree settled against what was left of her car. Every inch of her body hurt,

but her head ached most of all.






Carolyn LaRoche grew up in snow country but fled the cold and ice several years ago.

She now lives near the beach with her husband, their two boys, two finicky cats, and one old

dog. When she is not at the baseball field cheering on big hits and home runs, she is busy

teaching science to unwilling teenagers. She is co-author of the book The Crazy Lives of Police

Wives and hangs out online at both Carolyn La Roche – Author and The Crazy Lives of Police


She also writes a blog titled Boys, Badges and Writers Block about the joys

and challenges of raising boys and living the law enforcement wife life found at http://



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