"Blindsided by Erica Hilary is tense and emotional. Captivating, dark, romantic and full of unexpected twists, I read the book in one day. I could not lay it down. Highly recommend." TheReviewBoss, ★★★★★From veteran broadcaster Erica Hilary comes a domestic thriller featuring a popular lifestyle reporter that finally takes a chance on love and may pay the ultimate price.Still reeling from her parents' deaths and a bitter divorce, TV personality Reilly Anderson is struggling to maintain a thriving career while preparing for the loss of her college-bound daughter. A man was the last thing she needed. But that was before Richard Lynch literally crashed into her life.After Reilly and the charismatic Brit are involved in a fender-bender, she's unable to resist the exhilarating romantic freefall. The enigmatic Rick is not who she thinks he is, however, and her perilous new reality is a twisted maze of secrets and manipulations. Forced to face her deepest fears, how much is Reilly willing to risk to find a way out before her soulmate-turned-stranger destroys everything she treasures.On-air personality Erica Hilary has won countless fans over her 20-year career as a broadcaster, show host, and actress based out of Washington, DC. A riveting blend of hairpin twists and turns, inside-entertainment detail, and a glimpse into the mind of a narcissist, Blindsided will captivate you right to its chilling conclusion.PrologueDestitute didn't seem all that bad at this moment; it had just been trumped. By dead. A muted squeal followed by the thrump of a cork being wrenched from a bottle. "The how is your job. I don't care to know details. I simply need to know when it's done. Awfully hard to bear such a tragic accident," he said sadly.A glass was placed on the granite counter. Liquid was poured generously."The gentleman is automatically accorded everyone's empathy. The widower that soldiers on grimly. And when he finds love again, everyone will be on his side. He deserves it, after all."The cracked plaster of the walls in the tiny closet squeezed in more tightly; my cell was airless and claustrophobic. Anxiety was no longer inanimate. It clawed at me. From the inside out. An alien straining to escape the constraints of my body.