Sara’s emotionally abusive husband dies unexpectedly. She’s struggling to reclaim the intelligent, independent person she was before she married. She vows never to let a man take over her life again. Now she’s part of a special team, training to help other women.
Mac is has been responsible for training women in special ops techniques so they are prepared when they are challenged to save other women. When he meets Sara sparks fly between them. He wants her to quit the training and let him take care of her.
Sara graduates and now she and her team have to save Sara’s daughter from a serial killer. Can Mac step back and trust her in a dangerous situation? Can Sara and Mac resolve their issues, or will they go in opposite directions?
Buy links:
Excerpt
Three hours later Connor rapped on Savannah’s door. He saw Julie Ann move the curtain to check and see who was there.
She opened the door.
“I came to take you back to your place, unless you’ve changed your mind.”
Julie Ann shook her head.
“Is Savannah still up?”
“Sort of, she fell asleep in the chair.”
Connor smiled. “Okay, flip the lock and we’ll let her sleep.”
He took her hand and led her across the street. He opened the door. “It’s clear. We’ve checked it out. There’s no one here.”
Inside he brushed her hair back from her face and ran a finger over her lips. “I have to go back to the office and write a report. Otherwise I’d spend the night.”
“I’ve told you I’ll be fine. It’s after midnight. I need to get some sleep.”
“I’ll be back in the morning to check on you, but if you need anything phone me.” He bent forward, kissed her gently on the lips and pulled her into his arms.
Julie Ann returned the kiss, but then pushed him away. “Don’t make it too early, I need my beauty sleep.”
“Okay but keep your phone with you at all times. Make sure I’m on speed dial and if you hear anything, anything at all, you call me.”
“Yes, sir,” She gave him a weak salute. “Now I’m going to bed.”
Connor opened the door. He hesitated.
“Go,” she gave him a gentle push, closed the door and locked it behind him.
Maybe she’d get a new lock tomorrow. Too many people seemed to be able to bypass this lock and get in the house whenever they wanted.
She crawled up the stairs. In her room she pulled off her clothes and fell into bed. Her bones ached from exhaustion. She yanked the cotton sheet over her, aware of the light pressure on her body. She closed her eyes. They burned, even when they were shut. She couldn’t remember feeling this exhausted.
Seconds after her head hit the pillow, she slept.
She sat bolt upright.
What was it?
What had wakened her?
She was shaking. Her nightgown was damp with perspiration. She sat quietly and listened. There was dead silence. She lay back and tried to fall back to sleep. Her pulse raced, her mind flitted from what Savannah had told her about her real mother, to her talk with Priestess Ava, to Mom, and back to Connor.
Interesting. A lot of mystery
What an interesting premise. Very intriquing.
Whew! I’ve sat bolt upright in bed like that because I couldn’t shut my brain off. You’ve captured that feeling well!
Intriguing excerpt! I hate coming out of a sound sleep and not knowing what caused it.