Never Hesitate

Book 11: A May Moore Suspense Thriller

by Blake Pierce

Genres: Female Sleuths; Suspense

Synopsis

From #1 bestselling mystery and suspense author Blake Pierce comes a gripping new series: May Moore, 29, an average Midwestern woman and deputy sheriff, has always lived in the shadow of her older, brilliant FBI agent sister. Yet the sisters are united by the cold case of their missing younger sister—and when a new serial killer strikes in May’s quiet, Minnesota lakeside town, it is May’s turn to prove herself, to try to outshine her sister and the FBI, and, in this action-packed thriller, to outwit and hunt down a diabolical killer before he strikes again.

“A masterpiece of thriller and mystery.”
—Books and Movie Reviews, Roberto Mattos (re Once Gone)
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NEVER HESITATE is book #11 in a new series by #1 bestseller and USA Today bestselling author Blake Pierce, whose bestseller Once Gone (a free download) has received over 7,000 five star ratings and reviews.

An eerie discovery on the local lake has May stumped—a body found floating against a beaver dam. The second such body this month.

A serial killer is at work, and his signature points to some greater significance—and motive.

But what can it be?

Can May decipher the riddle—and save the next victim—before it is too late?

A page-turning and harrowing crime thriller featuring a brilliant and tortured Deputy Sheriff, the MAY MOORE series is a riveting mystery, packed with non-stop action, suspense, jaw-dropping twists, and driven by a breakneck pace that will keep you flipping pages late into the night.

Future books in the series will be available soon!

“An edge of your seat thriller in a new series that keeps you turning pages! ...So many twists, turns and red herrings… I can't wait to see what happens next.”
—Reader review (Her Last Wish)
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“A strong, complex story about two FBI agents trying to stop a serial killer. If you want an author to capture your attention and have you guessing, yet trying to put the pieces together, Pierce is your author!”
—Reader review (Her Last Wish)
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“A typical Blake Pierce twisting, turning, roller coaster ride suspense thriller. Will have you turning the pages to the last sentence of the last chapter!!!”
—Reader review (City of Prey)
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“Right from the start we have an unusual protagonist that I haven't seen done in this genre before. The action is nonstop… A very atmospheric novel that will keep you turning pages well into the wee hours.”
—Reader review (City of Prey)
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“Everything that I look for in a book… a great plot, interesting characters, and grabs your interest right away. The book moves along at a breakneck pace and stays that way until the end. Now on go I to book two!”
—Reader review (Girl, Alone)
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“Exciting, heart pounding, edge of your seat book… a must read for mystery and suspense readers!”
—Reader review (Girl, Alone)
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Release date: March 7, 2023

Sample

 

 

 

PROLOGUE

 

 

Awareness filtered slowly back. But, to Faye Miller’s mind, it brought only confusion. Where was she? The light was hurting her eyes and she squeezed them shut. And she was lying on something hard and uncomfortable.

She revised that with a flash of fear.

Something hard, uncomfortable, and moving fast. Water was rushing below her, and the bobbing sensation was like being on a boat.

Only she wasn't on a boat. This was whirling, eddying, tilting in a way she'd never known a boat to do. What was going on and how had she gotten here? She didn't even like the water. It was one of the aspects she hadn’t been excited about when they’d made the move to this small town on the border of Eagle Lake in Tamarack County, Minnesota.

Her head hurt, throbbing tenderly, and she tried to sit up.

She couldn't. Her wrists were fastened to something that was preventing her from moving more than a few inches.

Her wrists had ropes around them, her incredulous mind registered. Tough, fibrous ropes that were attached to something wooden.

This must be a dream, she decided, her mind feeling blank with shock, unable to process what was happening. She blinked, blinded by the light, even though it was gray and cloudy. She was looking up at the sky. Water splashed onto her face, and she flinched.

If this wasn’t a dream then she was in trouble, and a little voice inside her was insisting that it was real, impossible but real, and that she'd better do something about it. Or at least, try to.

She really was bound to a board, she realized in genuine panic. Now that her eyes were accustomed to the light, she could turn her head and see. She was lying on a board and it was floating on the water, and she must have been unconscious for long enough for someone to put her here without her knowing a thing about it. And now she was moving fast, the raft swirling in the current.

She hated this. It was scary; the disorientation she felt was nightmarish. Faye struggled hard against the ropes. But they were tied tightly, and she could not even budge them. Gasping, she found she could hardly breathe, and the board beneath her was so hard that she could not even shift her position.

However, then the raft bobbed in a different direction, and Faye saw where she was headed.

She was headed toward a massive series of rapids. Water raged and foamed ahead of her, the waves looking volatile, cold and deadly. No way would she get through this without overturning. No way!

She jerked hard on the ropes. "Help! Help!"

Her cry was swallowed by the roar of the water. She could not even hear her own voice. She was going to go over it, she realized in a fresh panic. She was going to be drowned and battered to death in the surging water.

"Help me! Help me!" she yelled, trying with all her might to twist off the board.

She was alone in the middle of the river, tied to a board, and heading for an apocalypse. Her throat felt rough and raspy, but she shouted as loud as she could, praying that someone would hear her and come to her assistance.

And suddenly, it felt as if the board she was on was resisting that torrential pull. Suddenly, she didn't feel like she was being inexorably drawn to that overspill.

It was as if something was guiding the raft away.

She was in a beaver dam, ...