What young widow Ali Granger doesn't know can put her six
feet under. Her boss, a medical advocate fighting drug companies, has been
murdered, and she's on the run from a killer. After stealing a boat and
crashing on a private island, she meets the man of her dreams. Only he's
holding a shotgun, and it's pointed at her.
Ben Dewey, a.k.a. former entertainment wrestler Hammer
Victory, never expected to find Ali's brand of trouble on his doorstep. But
when she uncovers evidence that both his wife and her husband died from the
same unexplained condition, he agrees to help.
Danger and desire lurk around every corner as Ali and Ben
team up to expose a dietary supplement as a deadly, addictive drug--before the
forces behind it silence them forever. But if they succeed, can they leave the
past behind and find love again?
Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 241
Word Count: 62065
978-1-61217-784-7 Digital
Excerpt:
A bullet thunked next to her. She yelped and moved faster. A
second shot grazed her leg. The sting of pain made her clamp her lips shut. She
crouched and ran, making for some low bushes and trees ahead. Finally, some
cover from the hovering death above. The helicopter’s lights raked the trees at
the edge of the shore, then it swung away.
She blew a low breath and swiped at the blood streaking down
her leg. She heard shouting and a door banging. There was a huge house lit all
around with floodlights. Maybe the owners could help.
Then the guard dogs came bounding toward her. Snarling and
barking, they galloped toward the woods where she hid. A man followed them,
walking across the open lawn that separated the shore from the house.
The helicopter circled back. Hovering over the trees, its
light played back and forth through the bushes trying to find her. She made a
small, pathetic whimper and curled up into a ball. This was it. The end. Which
would it be, the dogs or the helicopter?
The helicopter’s spotlight spread around her and stopped.
She didn’t even try to move. Gunshots sputtered next to her. Then two shotgun
blasts split the air overhead, pinging against metal. The helicopter fire
stopped, and the aircraft swung away.
Ali didn’t dare breathe. The dogs were snapping branches as
they bounded through the brush. With a snarl, one of the dogs leaped onto her.
She flinched, expecting the painful crunch of sharp canines, but a second
later, her face was wet with the dog’s gentle lapping as it whined affection at
her.
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