Despondent and bitter, Ty macerates his grief in alcohol. From the depths of the bottle screams a voice, howling for vengeance. His target is a stranger, the woman who drew his wife toward her death. He doesn’t know her, but he’ll find her, and when he does, he will make her pay, for a deal has been struck with Nick’s Russian associates, enslaving her into a life of bondage. But as Ty moves forward in a cloud of alcohol, he mistakes the wrong woman for his intended victim and now all his plans have gone straight to hell.
With his eyes made clear by the stark reality of his mistake, Ty is driven, compelled by remorse and a relentless sense of guilt to make amends and protect Hannah Maguire, the innocent woman whose life he has derailed. He vows to keep her safe and out of the Russians’ hands, but they’re holding Nick as leverage to force Ty to complete their deal and turn over the girl. Once again, he must fight to free his brother, miring all three lives in further jeopardy. But Ty can’t do it all: Save the girl, his brother and his own soul. One of them must make the ultimate sacrifice.
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God, I didn’t want to do this. Just thinking about it had my gut tied in knots, but I was out of options. My brother had given me no choice. I was tired of his promises, sick of his attitude, of everything always being someone else’s fault, never his. While my fiancée, Jillian, and I had discussed what I should say to him, I continued to rehearse, point by point, during my short commute home. But who was I kidding? I knew damn well, no matter what I said, my brother would throw every word right back in my face, like he always did. But I didn’t care anymore. After four long weeks, he had overstayed his welcome, and now it was time for Nick to leave.
The confrontation loomed only minutes away, and I was dreading it. And if that wasn’t enough, there was the fog. Cold and persistent, it clung to the road like a drowning man to driftwood. It was the one thing I’d never grown accustomed to here in San Francisco, the summer fog burning off each afternoon only to reappear a few hours later, denser than ever. Add to it the waning twilight and you couldn’t see much at all, just indistinct shapes of black and grey. I could barely make out the colorful Victorian facades standing shoulder to shoulder along my street. The painted ladies simply faded into the mist.
I pulled into my driveway and shifted into park, a long sigh escaping at the thought of what waited for me inside. As I grabbed the roll of blueprints next to me, a movement outside caught my eye, a dark shape on the sidewalk a few doors down, writhing about in the murky shadows. I strained to see what it was, an injured animal perhaps, though it seemed too large for that, at least in this part of The City. Golden Gate Park maybe, but that was blocks away. I snatched my keys from the ignition, shut the door to my truck, and ambled up the front walkway, my gaze fixed on the squirming silhouette. There were no noises or crying that I could hear, but then again, the fog had a way of deadening all sound. After wrestling in the dark with the deadbolt, I shot one last glance over my shoulder then pushed through my front door.
“Nick?” I called out, my keys jingling as I worked them from the lock. “Why are all the lights off?” I switched on the hall light and kicked off my shoes as I waited, but I heard no reply, so I tried once more, only louder. “Nick, you hear me? Where are you?”
A disturbing silence hung in the air, uncomfortable and creepy. Unexpected since my brother was supposed to be home, day and night, no exceptions. He'd recently gotten himself into a heap of trouble, and now there were some large men gunning for a little payback. Par for the course for my little brother. He was always getting into one scrape or another. But this time was different. Nick was scared. Really scared. Scared enough to ask if he could hide out at my place while he tried to straighten out the mess with the men he’d crossed, a gang of Russian thugs from his neighborhood in the Outer Richmond District here in The City. One wrong step, like out the front door, and Nick might not see the light of another day, or so he told me.
I glanced upstairs, but it, too, stood dark and quiet. Something definitely wasn’t right. The hair pricked on the back of my neck, and the knots in my stomach morphed into a swarm of butterflies, all battling to escape. I threw down my keys and blueprints and walked through the house, turning on lights in my path.
“Nick, answer me! Where the hell are you?”
I don't know why I expected a response that third time. Maybe I was just praying for one instead, but the silence was all the answer I received. I stood still, deep in thought, worried about what might have happened. He wouldn’t have left the house, would he? I turned toward the entry hall. Oh God, no. I dashed back out the front door, pausing on the porch as I scanned for the dark form. It was still squirming on the sidewalk, but it appeared even larger now.
The streetlight out front was just beginning to dance to life. Sporadic bursts of pale pink light illuminated two feet as they kicked and twisted in the hazy air. The single shape expanded into three distinct forms—all human—one prone on the ground and two bent above, their arms sawing up and down and back and forth with hands clenched tight into fists.
“Oh, God. Nick!” I sprinted toward them in a panic, anxiety blossoming into fear.
“Tyler!” he wailed, but his cry was cut short by pounding thuds.
The other two men—both built like bulls and panting in exertion—stood up straight. They turned toward me with their fists pulled back. And as the streetlight overhead finally flickered on for good, the one inside my head flashed bright then flamed out
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OH!!! EM!!! GEE!!!!! Wowwy...wow...wow!!! This book had me sitting on pins and needles from beginning to end!! I could not put it down and when I had to.... it was all I thought about! I couldn't wait to pick it back up and see where Tyler was going or what he was going to do next. I have never yelled at my iPad, held my breath, or needed anxiety medication as much as when I was reading The Mistaken! Nancy S. Thompson knows exactly what she is doing and this story sucked me in and made me worship the book queen that is Nancy!!
The Mistaken is about two brothers.... One is a Dudley- Do- Right, the other is a bad boy who gets involved in the Russian mafia! Tyler and his brother Nick, are about as opposite as opposites can be! Tyler is a straight laced, law abiding, goal oriented, boy next door... With amazing blue eyes and a super sexy accent. Nick is a gun wielding, hard living, full of angst and guilt ridden bad boy who has had to live his life in his brother's shadow. How could you not want to instantly root for each of them???
Tyler is living the American dream. He has a great job, just married the love of his life (Jillian), came home from his honeymoon and found out he is going to be a first time Daddy. He is on cloud 9 and doesn't know how his life could possibly be any better. That is until a spa worker steals his wife's identity and puts a damper on them buying their dream home to raise their family in. Tyler's wife isn't satisfied with his decision on how to handle the person who she views as ruining her life. Now enter the spa worker who stole Jillian's identity.... Trashy, manipulating, low down Erin Anderson! Jillian decides to take matters into her own hands and who better to assist her with putting a little fear into Erin than.... Nick the Russian mafia bad boy.. AND Tyler's brother!!! When Tyler finds out about Jillian and Nick's plan... He flips out and that is putting it lightly! Tyler forbids Nick from helping and Jillian is left to handle the situation on her own. She decides to try to scare Erin into admitting her guilt, but ends up getting into a car accident and getting killed while pregnant with Tyler's baby. Tyler is full of guilt, grief, rage, and now some very unhealthy habits and decides that he is going to kidnap Erin and trade her to the Russian Mafia for his brother's freedom. Of course Tyler, being the all around golden boy, really has no clue how to do this and just lets his distraught emotions consume him. He stalks Erin at the spa, sees her arguing with her "husband", follows her home, and waits. Little does Tyler know that Erin is having an affair with a married man, and this man's wife is a doppleganger for Erin! The woman Tyler follows home and kidnaps is not Erin, but Hannah, a totally innocent bystander who was just trying to bust her no good, cheating husband! This is where The Mistaken takes a drastic turn, kept me up for un-Godly hours, made me want to pull Tyler's and my own hair out, and suckered me in to the characters and their story!!!
The Mistaken takes a horrendous chain of events and weaves in love, heartache, friendship, grief, humor, happiness, and pure rage all into one nice package and delivers an outstanding story!!! I was about 10% into the story when I was already crying, laughing, and irritated with the men in this book! Nancy S. Thompson took me on a ride that I would do over and over again!! Before reading The Mistaken, I was not a sold out fan on the mystery/suspense/romance genre. I really didn't understand how those three genres could be intertwined into one story line. I now worship the throne of the queen of mystery/suspense/romance and that person is Nancy S. Thompson!! I give The Mistaken a very well deserved 5 stars and encourage everyone to read it ASAP!!! Trust me... You will find it all in this story and you too will get the chance to yell obscenities at your iPad/Kindle/book, whatever device you read on, and experience the utter frustration that is Tyler!! ;)
Meet the Author:Nancy Thompson makes her fiction debut with The Mistaken. She is an interior designer and California transplant, currently living with her husband near Seattle, WA.
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This is by far one of the best, most enthusiastic reviews I've ever received. I don't even know how to begin to thank you. I am truly humbled. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Really & truly!!
ReplyDeleteWOW!! What a fantastic review!! Great job! Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThanks CMash!! Nancy... you know I love ya!! ;)
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