Just to give you a little taste, here’s an excerpt from Book One of the Scarlet Suspense Series, Scarlet Revenge. Find out more about the book on Amazon.
Before I knew it, we were on the expressway headed southwest. Numb and feeling like I’d been sucker punched, I was not good trip company. The drive went by in a blur. Gil focused on the road and my mind replayed the argument with Wilkes until I could take it no longer. “Pull over!”
The tone of my voice must have startled him, because Gil guided the car to the shoulder of the two-way rural road. We’d left the expressway a few miles back. The rest of the way would snake through the mountains until we reached the secluded valley where the interrogation facility was hidden in plain sight. At least, that’s what I remembered from the little Gil said.
The traffic was light. We’d be okay on the shoulder. As soon as the car stopped moving, I hopped out. The setting sun spilled soft rays my way, but its golden light was little comfort to my tortured soul.
I took several steps away from the car and screamed at the tree line. Tall, majestic pines. They took it like pros, however, a black crow flew away in protest.
The wind caressed dry, brittle leaves across the red dirt ground. And clouds hung in the sky like cotton balls. I listened and watched, but none of it helped. Unleashing my anger at Wilkes had broken something inside.
Gil came up behind me, gently grabbed both of my shoulders and pulled me to him. We stood there for several moments, my back against his chest. His breathe, a calming presence against my hair.
“I wondered when you’d break,” he whispered. “You can let it out here.”
In a rush, I turned to him and clung to his lapels. What we must have looked like, two suits sharing a nervous breakdown at the side of the road.
“Granted,” Gil whispered, “you’re first day on the job was worst than most, but you saved a life.”
“I can’t talk about it.” I looked up at him, ready to make one more mistake on this horrendous day of mistakes.
“What do you want to do?”
I couldn’t say it, so I let my hands slide up his chest, around to the back of his neck, rose to my tiptoes and melted into his lips. He responded by picking me off my feet and pulling me as close as possible.
If I’d hoped he’d reject my advances, to save me from myself, that thought was fleeting. Nothing could stop us now.
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“Fun, sexy thriller!”
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