By:
Lynda Bailey
All
she wanted was a little adventure…
Darcy
Williams is desperate for some relief from her ho-hum life, but
getting kidnapped by an outrageously handsome man isn’t at all what
she had in mind. She needs to keep it together long enough to escape.
Because escape is what she wants, right?
He’s
a nice guy doing a bad thing for a really good reason…
Ben
Gallagher loves his baby sister, Ana, more than anything. So, when
she’s date raped by the mayor’s nephew, Ben has no problem
sending said nephew to the ER. Now Ana’s gone missing and Ben will
stop at nothing, nothing, to find his sister and ensure her
safety—even if that means carjacking and kidnapping an innocent
woman.
Things
spiral from bad to worse…
When
Ben is injured protecting Darcy from some thugs, he has to trust her
if he’s going to get to Ana. And he has to ignore the passion Darcy
stirs in him. Darcy learns Ben is actually a good man, one she’s
starting to have feelings for. Can their fledging relationship stand
the test of time —and the law?
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I’ve
always loved stories. Especially love stories. Growing up
in the Midwest, I’d make up stories to my favorite TV shows –
usually westerns.
As I
got older, the stories didn’t relent. In fact, they only got
stronger, the characters more insistent, until I had no choice but to
put it all on paper. It’s become an obsession for me.
One that I love.
When
not sitting at my computer, I spend my time working as a substitute
teacher and fitness instructor. Guess you could say I’m an
equal opportunity “persuader” of the young and, ahem, not so
young.
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Excerpt
“I’ve
got an idea,” she said. “Why not tie me to a tree and leave me
here? It’d be tomorrow before anyone found me.”
He
cupped her elbow to angle her into the seat. “That’s not gonna
happen.”
She
spun which again planted her body tight to his. He stifled a growl
and none-too-gently pushed her into the car.
“But
why not? You’d be days gone and I wouldn’t be able to tell anyone
where you went. You could ditch my car and steal another one. It’s
the perfect plan. You don’t have to hassle with me and I don’t
have to be kidnapped.”
He
re-tied her hands. “It’s not the perfect plan.”
“Really?”
Her mocking tone shredded his nerves. “Give me one reason why you
can’t leave me here.”
He
leaned an arm on the top of her car. “I won’t give you one
reason, I’ll give you two. One, I don’t make a habit out of
stealing cars.” His jaw clenched harder at her unladylike snort.
“And
two, I know this area. I used to hunt chucker round here. No one
would find you for days. And with all the fires, you’d be a sitting
duck for a hungry, displaced bear or bobcat.” He clicked her
seatbelt into place then firmly closed the door in her face. He got
behind the wheel and turned the key.
She
twisted to face him. “Let me get this straight, you won’t leave
me here because you’re thinking of my safety?”
He
backed down the road. “Something like that.”
“Dude,
your logic is seriously warped.”
“Maybe,
but I’m sticking with it.” He steered the car onto the paved road
and headed toward the expressway onramp. “And stop calling me
dude.”
“What’s
the matter, dude?” she sneered in an exaggerated California accent.
“Don’t you like the name?”
“No.
So knock it off, lady.”
“Don’t
call me lady. I’m twenty-four not eighty-four. Might as well call
me ma’am.”
“All
right, lady. Tell me your name.”
“You
first, dude.”
Ben
chuckled. He couldn’t help it. This lady was spunky and tenacious
and not at all afraid to challenge him—even in this situation. He
wondered how things would have progressed between them had they met
in a social setting rather than in this trying situation. “Ben. My
name is Ben.”
“Ben
what?”
He
took his eyes off the road to stare at her. She shrugged. “I took a
shot.”
“So
what’s your name?”
She
stared out the passenger window. “Darcy.”
“Okay,
Darcy, this is how it’s gonna work. I’ll let you go just as soon
as I can, but I can’t have you going to the police or reporting
your car stolen. Just think of this as an unexpected road trip.”
“Don’t
suppose you’ll tell me where this little road trip ends?” Bitter
sarcasm coated her words.
He
accelerated her sub-compact onto the six-lane highway. “Nope.”
“And
there’s no way I can convince you to let me go.”
“Nope
again.”
“In
other words, I don’t have a choice.”
“In
other words, you don’t have a choice.”
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