FALLING DARKNESS
Book One of the Darkness Small Town Suspense Series
She came home to face her past.
She stayed to fight for her future.
In Darkness, California, former FBI agent Izzy Llewellyn takes on her murdered father's role as sheriff, only to uncover a web of corruption that threatens everything she holds dear. With a killer targeting her and corruption in her own department, Izzy must decide who to trust before it's too late.
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falling Darkness
Former FBI agent Izar "Izzy" Llewellyn never wanted to return to Darkness, California. But when she's offered the position of sheriff in her hometown—the same role her father held before his death—she sees it as a chance to rebuild her life after her husband's betrayal and death.
The last thing she needs is the town's handsome doctor, Cole Barrow, challenging her every move. Between his helicopter rescues and small-town charm, he's already won over most of the county. But Izzy knows better than to trust a man who seems too good to be true, no matter how much he makes her want to believe in second chances.
When children start falling ill and her predecessor's "accident" begins to look like murder, Izzy realizes Darkness holds more secrets than she imagined. As she digs deeper, she uncovers a deadly conspiracy that threatens everything she holds dear. With a killer closing in and corruption poisoning the town, Izzy must decide if she can trust Cole—and her heart—before it's too late.
In this small town, darkness isn't just a name—it's a promise.
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I love Izzy Llewellyn. She's new favorite cop.
Early reader
It's a gripping thriller and I love the romantic angle too. Not overdone, but Izzy and Cole's relationship give this story real depth.
early reader
Female lead-check. Small town suspense-check. Hunky love interest-check. What's not to love here?
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Chapter 01
Special Agent Izzy Llewellyn’s breath frosted in front of her face as she crouched behind a stack of wooden pallets and glanced around the desolate warehouse district, her fingers flexing around the grip of her Glock 19.
This was no Hallmark card. The snow was black and littered with mounds of exploded garbage bags. The organic matter spilling across the sidewalk should have smelled terrible, but the bitter wind whipping in off the Hudson River had mercifully incapacitated Izzy’s olfactory sense completely.