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Lisa Harris | Author-Reader Match: THE ESCAPE
Author Guest / November 2, 2020

Instead of trying to find your perfect match in a dating app, we bring you the “Author-Reader Match” where we introduce you to the authors as a reader you may fall in love with… It’s our great pleasure to present LISA HARRIS!  Writes:  Lisa Harris writes adrenaline-fueled suspense laced with romance. Her latest novel, THE ESCAP, is book one in a brand-new US Marshals series and explores the dangerous job of chasing down fugitives. Lisa has been compared to the thriller style of J.T. Ellison and Julie Garwood and is known for crafting fast-paced adventures with complex suspects, romance, and messages of faith. d About:  While many people love an adrenalin rush–anything from extreme sports to amusement parks to high-stress jobs–Lisa’s perfectly content to spend her days sitting behind the safety of her computer screen while she puts her hero and heroine’s lives on the line. But she’ll never pass up a safari and a close-up encounter with wild animals in the African bush, as she’s lived on the African continent for almost two decades. What I’m looking for in my ideal reader match: Someone who lives for getting tangled up in a suspense novel filled with twists and turns…

Lisa Harris | Exclusive Excerpt: THE TRAITOR’S PAWN
Author Guest / March 30, 2020

Aubrey leaned back against the side of the boat, working to loosen her hands while her captor steered the boat through the narrow inlet. Her head pounded, and she’d sliced her leg on something, but at least she was still alive. She couldn’t say that about Papps. If his family hadn’t found him by now, she knew he would have already bled out. A sick feeling snaked through her as her mind continued to replay what had happened and what she could have done differently. But they’d been ambushed by a sniper. She’d done what she’d been trained to do—­try and neutralize the threat. Having failed that, the only thing she could do now was pray that Papps’s sons had heard her scream. But her captor had timed his dirty deed well. Duck hunting wasn’t like deer hunting, which was more of a solitary pursuit. And for the McKenna family, it had always been a social event. It had been the same every year for as long as she could remember. She knew exactly what had been going on at the blind. Until the birds landed, there would be no shortage of conversation. They’d watch the sunrise break through the…