A Romantic Suspense
Businessman Cole Dunbar breaks away from inventing the latest gadgets when the woman who has broken through his protective walls turns up missing. Mother Nature and a sex trafficking ring have Cole racing against time and breaking all barriers to find Dina Wright. But does Dina need saving?
5 STARS: Once you start, you won’t be able to stop.
“This is an amazing thrill ride. You will be on the edge of your seat, between wanting Dina and Cole to get together and seeing all the other story threads play out. There are no cliffhangers; all of the story lines are wrapped up and the ending left me satisfied. It definitely keeps you enraptured until the very end. Just when you think nothing else could go wrong, a new twist is thrown in. I would say this is one of the best romantic suspense stories that I have read recently. Fans of Maya Banks’ Slow Burn series will enjoy the intensity of the story and the steaminess of the attraction between the characters.”
A single gunshot echoed in the night.
An invisible death-grip tightened his throat. The road and buildings warped. Sound faded. Cole’s fear came to fruition, the worst moment of his life.
He needed eyes on Dina now!
Cole forced his legs to move faster into the darkness. The small amount of glow, seeping around the trailer from the junker’s headlights, gave him a visual to the only other intact car, parked next to the overturned truck.
The cloud pattern shifted and the moon brightened the darkened sky. Beyond the downed trailer, demolished truck, past the crinkled unmarked car, hope soared, clenching Cole’s heart and stealing his breath. He stopped and stared, not sure if he could believe his eyes.
The moon spotlighted Dina standing in the middle of the wreckage, staring at the road, her body shaking. Fright and pain visible in her profile felt like a bullet to his chest, forcing the wind out of his lungs and weakening his muscles.
Her gaze left whatever caught her attention and she peered over her shoulder. Their eyes locked. In that moment of time, no one else existed, not the swirling bright blue and red lights approaching or the loud sirens demanding attention.
Too afraid if he ran, his legs would give out from the overwhelming emotions, he walked toward her.
Not moving her gaze from his, she pulled her lips inward and wiped a hand across her face. She’d been through so much. Instinctively, he wanted to pull her to him, feel her warmth against his chest. Afraid sudden movement might scare her, he tempered his urge and stopped in front of her. “Awe, babe.” He stroked a finger down her cheek and searched her face.Tears welled in her eyes, and something more frightening smeared across her skin—a reddish-brown color—blood.
A little about myself, I married my best friend years ago. We have three beautiful daughters, ranging in ages from 16-22. I love the country, love land around me, and love a glass of wine.
I started writing five years ago, not long after I lost my mother to cancer. Before then, I only read for information. I picked up a book to read for leisure, only to fall asleep.
Having active children could do that to a person. When my mom died a month after her diagnoses from the dreaded C word, I felt differently. With the ‘year of first’ behind me, I wanted a way to feel closer to her, so I picked up her favorite pastime—reading!I consumed books. A year after that, I started writing. The journey has been exciting, depressing, and eventful. I’ve met amazing writers, made wonderful friends, and hope to meet and make plenty more.
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