Saving Her Chapters 1 & 2

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Saving Her

Saving Her, the second book in my new series The Family Heir Looms Suspense Thriller Series. An engaging thriller mystery with some interesting twists. Enjoy!

Saving Her Book Blurb


He left her a cabin… and a dead body…

Reeling from her father’s death, Reona moves to the cabin at the lake. The fact that he willed it to her is confusing as he swore he’d never leave her any of his businesses or his millions. His dying gesture has her rethinking her attitude toward him… at least until she discovers the tangled mess he has left and the lies it unravels. Her hate for her father is reignited, as is her need to stop whatever game he is playing from the grave.

Mick has been working double duty for a long time trying to get ahead. He and his sister are working two jobs but his mother is draining his bank account faster than he can fill it. Mick has to find a way to end his mother’s dependence on them. But at what cost?

Being neighbors, Reona and Mick find themselves working together to protect their homes but they soon discover something no one should find buried on their property.

Reona digs into her family’s history and that of the lake. The two should never have been connected but Reona is in the middle of something that could destroy her family’s wealth and destroy the small community Reona has come to think of as home.

Someone, though, wants to make sure that the secrets of the past stay in the grave.


In this gripping thriller, Saving Her, book 2 in The Family Heir Looms Suspense Thriller Series, readers are pulled into a twisted tale of family, betrayal, and murder. Enjoy.


Below, read the first few chapters.


Chapter 1


Reona sat slumped in her car. The big billboard sign along the main road caught her attention—Carter’s Cars. That would be changing. As soon as they could, the new owner would probably put up one that would splash their name in big letters. Or maybe not. Maybe they liked the Carter name and the connections that came with it. She was slightly curious who the new owner would be. Probably the current manager. Not that he was great at his job, but he seemed like the most likely candidate. Even if he was a jerk, he was the one in the driver’s seat.

Her little pun made her smile, but that too soon slipped. It wouldn’t be her, that much she knew. None of the Carter businesses would have her name. Her father had made that clear.

Although, he had threatened to put her name and picture in big bold print. Thankfully, he hadn’t. The second billboard was empty. His threatening to out her was his way of pushing her to get the answers he wanted. Which she’d intended to do, but she’d seen what he’d done with the last dealership. He’d shut it down. What had hurt her the most was the letter he’d sent to her job, addressed to her real name, from Carter Management Ltd. It, of course, had stirred up all kinds of questions. The sly looks. Conversations stopping when she entered a room.

Someone had taken that to the next level and had done some snooping. They’d found out who she truly was. It had been the start of the downfall of the tiny bit of normalcy she’d created.

Sighing heavily, she rested her forehead against the steering wheel. But that only lasted a second. She snapped upright. She was sitting right across the street from her work. Someone could see her from the building. They already hated her and were looking for any weakness to hold over her.

She pushed open the car door. A horn honked. She quickly yanked the door closed, barely missing the car whizzing by. Another reason she never parked there. It just showed how distracted she was.

What was she even doing there? They all disliked her. The minute they’d found out who she truly was… she’d become the pariah. They’d all looked at her like she was going to steal from them. If they only knew.

And now everything had changed. Again.

It was time to go to work. She carefully checked her mirrors before getting out and darting across the street. As she crossed the large dealership lot, she squared her shoulders. Reaching the front door, she shoved it open with force, remembering a moment too late why she never entered the building that way.


Cindy, the receptionist, was at her large front-and-center desk. She seemed distracted by something on her computer. Reona turned to her right and walked fast, hoping Cindy wouldn’t look up.

“Morning, Reo.”

Not that lucky. Reona’s shoulders tightened, unsure if it was from Cindy’s loud nasally voice or the nickname that she’d only ever allowed one person to call her. Or that there seemed to be some syrup dripping from her words. Reona kept moving but threw a ‘morning’ over her shoulder.

Cindy mistook that as a chance to chat. “What are you doing here?”

“I work here.” Reona scurried into her office, carefully closing the door. She sank back against it, taking a much-needed breath. Pushing away from the door, she moved around her desk and sat down. The pile of paper in her tray reminded her of the forms still on the computer needing to be finished. Her hope was that she’d get through them before she had to leave. That was inevitable. It left a black splat on her emotions. Moreso than what had happened recently. Which in itself was depressing.

She could have taken a few days off. But nope, here she was back at work.

‘Never show weakness. Never miss an opportunity.’

She snorted. Her father’s words and the irony of them popping into her head at that moment wasn’t lost on her. The last thing she needed or wanted was to hear her father’s voice at that point. Although one part of her acknowledged she’d never hear the real thing again.

She turned on her computer. While it booted up, she picked up some files from her desk. Her attention wasn’t on them, though, it was on the events of a few days before. She’d been in a room of twenty people. It really should have just been two—her and her father’s lawyer. And maybe her mom. The woman she rarely saw or, for that matter, really knew. Maybe her brother. If he was still alive.

In his usual style, her father had done things grandiose. The mere hint of receiving money had brought the relatives, friends, acquaintances, and business associates out in droves. They all had their hands out. Some Reona knew and had worked with. Others, she did not know who they were. The whole thing had disgusted her. Part way through, she’d gotten up and left, despite the lawyer’s plea that she stay. She hadn’t. She couldn’t. Not only was she pretty sure what was in the will but she didn’t want the humiliation in front of others.

The phone on her desk rang, reminding her she still had a job. At least for now. Without looking, she knew who it was. And why. She had been hoping it would be someone calling to check on her. To see how she was doing. Someone besides her father’s lawyer. He’d attempted to talk to her more in the last few days than her father had in the last year or so. Although, some of that was her fault. The last in-person conversation she’d had with her father thirteen months ago reared up as though making sure she hadn’t forgotten it.

Get me some answers.

In her brain, it sounded deep, guttural, and hard. That wasn’t how he’d worded it or said it but that’s how it resonated with her.

The phone on her desk buzzed again. Distracted, she picked it up.

“You have customers. They’re looking for a new vehicle.” Cindy slammed the phone down.

It wasn’t anything new. She’d been doing that to Reona for the last month or so. Reona was tired of it. Of all of it.

Sighing, she got up, brushed her hands down her pants, pasted on a smile, and went into work mode. By the time she stepped out of her office, no one would have known or guessed all that she’d been through recently. Or the last year. She walked past Cindy’s desk, ignoring the immature faces she was making just for Reona’s benefit.

Reona walked up to the couple standing near the front door. “Hi. I’m Reona. How can I help you?”

“You forgot your nametag,” Cindy said, sugary sweet.

Reona clapped her hand on her chest and laughed, remaining facing the people there to buy a car. “Yikes. What a day already.” She motioned for the couple to follow her outside. “Let’s go out and see what we can find you.”

She really wanted to get away from Cindy’s too-big ears and lousy attitude. It hadn’t always been like that. For a while, she’d treated Reona like she was someone who deserved respect. But then things changed. Cindy had learned who Reona was and that was it. Overnight, Reona had become cow manure.

Who had outed her to all the staff was still a mystery. Her dad’s sign hadn’t come to fruition, but the letter he’d sent had been enough to attract someone’s attention. Cindy? Probably. Finding out Reona’s father owned the dealership and was filthy rich was enough to condemn her. No one had asked her any questions. They’d just started judging and condemning her.

That had turned the tables on her. The funny thing was that none of them knew the real reason Reona had been there – to snoop. Not that she’d done a good job of it because she’d seen what would happen if she did.

It had hurt. More than she wanted to admit.

She forced herself to attend to the customers, but she saw the frowns and the sideways glances. The job of selling cars, which she’d ironically enjoyed and had discovered she was good at, didn’t mean anything anymore. She was going to be out.

Five minutes later, the couple left. Without a vehicle. Reona had never been one of those sleazy car dealers, but she knew how to get people to buy. She’d known what they wanted and what they could afford. In fact, people had asked for her. Which, on top of everything else, hadn’t helped her relationship with her coworkers. They all hated her.

Reentering the building, Reona hurried toward her office.

“Couldn’t make a sale, hey? Losing your touch?” Cindy said snidely.

Heads turned. Some questioning. But most with a smirk. Cindy truly should have been let go a long time ago. She wasn’t very good at her job or good for the company’s image. But then she’d have said the same about Reona.

Switching direction, Reona went into the staff room to get herself a coffee. The moment she stepped through the door, though, she wanted to back out.

“Reona. I wasn’t expecting you. What are you doing here?”

The same question. The one she didn’t have an answer for.

“Have work to do.” She took a step back.

“Really? I would think that you’d want to take some time off.”

Reona changed her mind and made her way to the coffeepot in the corner. She grabbed a cup and filled it. “Well, I don’t, Noreen. Thank you for your concern.”

“Don’t mistake it for concern. It’s just that when normal people lose their father, they take a few days to mourn. You know, show some respect.”

“Go to hell, Noreen. You know nothing about me.”

“Since your father just died, I thought maybe it might, you know, bother you?”

Reona wasn’t sure how she made it to her office but the moment she closed the door, she dropped against it. Coffee slopped onto her hand. Swearing, she straightened and set the cup on her desk. Grabbing a tissue, she used it to mop her hand. Tears pricked her eyes. It was the coffee burning her that brought on the emotions. Not the rudeness of others. And not losing her father. That had happened a long time ago. He might have still been breathing during the last year but she’d said goodbye and had come to peace with it. Sort of.

No, the tears were for her. And all that she was going to lose now that he was gone. His money didn’t even factor into it. Which is what everyone would think.

In some ways, she wished it was the reason. It would have been easier.






Chapter 2



A steady stream ran through her mind as she sat down, but she didn’t utter one of them. Glancing at the clock on her desk, she bet with herself how long she had until she was called into the boss’s office. Ten minutes?

Her phone buzzed. Knowing it was Cindy, she ignored it. Cindy would gloat over being the one to send her to the boss’s office. Dale was an okay manager, but he was lazy. Rarely did he deal with any of the issues going on in this business. He just let things fester until they boiled over. But this one he wouldn’t. Reona was sure of it. If he didn’t do something about her, his wife would. She was really the one who had the backbone in that family.

Hating that she was waiting for the axe to fall and, knowing how much some people loved knowing that, Reona decided not to wait. Dale’s office was two doors down from hers. Once her coworkers had found out who she was, they’d wondered why his office hadn’t been hers. She didn’t want the manager’s position. Never had. Nor did she want their attention for who she was.

Dale’s door was open. She knocked on the doorframe, stepped through, and closed the door behind her. No reason to add more gossip to the mill.

“What the hell, Reona? Why are you being so nasty to Noreen? And I hear Cindy, as well.”

Noreen. His little piece on the side. Noreen, who was supposed to be the accounting person for the business but she had no brain for numbers. Or much else, except maybe screwing a married man. Reona sat down.

“If I said she started it, would that matter?”

He tilted his head. He had that look of ‘don’t give me some bullshit story.’ Normally, it would have kept her in line but she knew where this was headed. Had been for a while now. If her dad had convinced her of his way of thinking, she’d have only been there one or maybe two months. Not almost six months.

“Why have you stayed?”

His question caught her off guard. Why had she stayed?

She’d tried to live a normal life. That had been her dream. She’d actually felt like she was making a positive difference here. She’d liked being part of the solution. Only her father had felt she’d stayed too long. That she hadn’t gotten him what he’d needed. He’d forced her hand. Outing her had been so dirty.

It hurt in ways she couldn’t even express.

“Great question. I like it here. I thought I was doing a good job.”

“Snooping for your father—” he grunted with anger. “You’re lucky it was me you had to deal with. My wife wanted you fired.”

Mrs. Wevil was the one to make the heavy decisions but she wasn’t at the office very often. Since Reona hadn’t been fired yet, she wasn’t inclined to believe Dale.

“Ooh. Lucky me. I never told my father anything. You’re the one who got into bed with the billionaire. Maybe you should have done your homework on what kind of man he was. If you’d asked me, I’d have said run and don’t stop.” She got to her feet, tired of the game, the questions, the crap. “I’m assuming he left you the business?”

His face turned a deep red. “Of course, it’s mine. I worked damn hard—”

She snorted. Without his wife, he’d have gotten nowhere. She was the brains.

“I’ll save you the trouble of firing your first employee as an owner. I’m sure that was in his will, anyway.”

Dale was clearly shocked. He really didn’t know her father.

“I gave you some great ideas for this place.” The first Tuesday of the month special had added another ten plus sales a month to their bottom line. And it had been growing.

“You can stay until the end of the day.”

His magnanimous offer grated on Reona’s nerves.

“No. I’ll be out of here in—” She glanced at the clock over his head. “How long for Noreen to write up my final cheque?” She chuckled at her own joke. Noreen wouldn’t be doing up her final payment, even though that was her job. Reona wasn’t sure she even knew how to get onto the computer.

Dale’s face turned redder as his nose flared but she was beyond caring. “Fifteen minutes.”

Which meant he had to quit what he was doing to make it happen. She walked out and went straight to her office. Her jaw was clamped shut. It was the only way she was sure she could stop the nasty things she wanted to say to him.

She riffled through her desk drawers to take out any personal belongings. Along with the few things on her desk. Of which there wasn’t much. The only thing that mattered was the picture of her and her brother. He’d been eighteen. She’d been fourteen. She sighed heavily as she traced his face. It had been a very long time since she’d seen him. Not long after that picture, he’d disappeared. She hadn’t understood his need to leave back then but she did now. At least some of it.



Here’s what other’s are saying about this novel:

‘Oh, my!! Couldn’t put it down…. Loved it. The twists and turns kept me riveted…’

Ingrid V

“Saving Her was a fantastic read, poignant, intense and captivating… I didn’t want it to end.”

Connie Nixon

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Saving Her
Maggie Thom

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Whether her thrillers are set in a real town, city, or countryside, or one made up from her imagination, Multi-Award-Winning Author Maggie Thom writes engaging suspense thrillers that delve into a family’s lies, ties, and deceit. They are rollercoaster stories featuring strong women fighting for what they know is right but having to wade through a maze of twists and turns. Maggie believes in happily ever after but will take you on one heck of an adventure to get there.

Buckle up, you’re in for quite a ride.

Maggie grew up in a house full of books, often making a weekly trip to the library to get more. Reading was her go to when it was too cold outside to play. She started experimenting with writing at a young age, letting her imagination take her away on many adventures. She has done many real-life adventures with her family – white water rafting, sky diving, traveling, mountain hiking, kayaking… Now, she writes to ensure that you get to go on a thrilling adventure as well.


Her motto: Read to escape… Escape to read…

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