Out now from Amy J Hawthorn!!
A ghost emerges from Rick’s past, kidnapping the woman he loves and the leader of Dark Horse Inc. will stop at nothing to get her back.
Leigh Ann MacDonald values love and loyalty above all else. When Rick denies their attraction, he deals a callous blow to her tender heart, but their search for the little girl with no home brings them back together. Their passion grows, but when frustration mounts, can their love survive a race against time? Terror, multiplying obstacles, and a search for a missing girl—it’s time to call in Dark Horse Inc.
Now for an Excerpt!!
It wasn’t the first time she’d
noticed that his upper body strength hadn’t suffered the least bit. His broad
shoulders and flat abdomen filled out his tees to perfection.
With Tallahassee at her back, he’d
boxed her in close enough to feel his body heat. His breath brushed softly
across her cheek. Air charged with heat and long denied desire whispered over
her.
Sweat beaded at his temple. He
licked his lips, and forget keeping track of their conversation. She couldn't
remember her own name.
He spoke in the quiet rumbling way
she loved. “What did you do?”
She blinked. “Do what? When?” Where? How? Who? Thankfully, breathing was an automated function,
otherwise she’d be blue in the face. She shifted her focus from the temptation
of his mouth, meeting his gaze with hers only to sink into the depths of his
dark as night eyes.
Liquid need pulsed through her.
“In school. What could you have
done that branded you a troublemaker for years?” One hand squeezed her hip and
the other tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. A cool breeze whispered
through the barn. Horses shifted in the background, content in their stalls.
She blinked and took a breath. Then
another. A single finger flirted with the skin just about her jeans. Her breath
hitched somewhere between her sternum and her heart.
She swallowed. “Which time?”
He quirked a half-smile and shook
his head once. “Why am I not surprised? Pick the one you got into the most
trouble for.” He reached out as if to teasingly tug her hair. His features
softened and desire glittered in his eyes. His hand slowed and caressed down
the length of her hair, all traces of play gone.
She matched his grin with one of her
own. “I got suspended for pranking the high school’s basketball star. I went to
the thrift store and bought an enormous pair of granny-panties. Later, I
attached them to his car antenna with superglue, like a flag.”
“Why in the world would you do
that?” His head shot back a few inches and his eyes widened.
“He was picking on one of the girls
from the trailer park, saying really nasty things to her.”
“And you stood up for her when no
one else would.” His face softened as he looked down on her.”
“He was quiet, so none of the
teachers heard the nasty things he said to her. Melissa, the girl I stood up
for, was so embarrassed, she wouldn’t say anything at all.”
“It’s no wonder you became a social
worker. It’s in your blood.”
“It is. It’s hard, sometimes heart
wrenching, but I miss it even now. There’s not any way I can get back to work
until after he’s caught, is there?”
“No. I’m sorry, there’s not. I
won’t allow it.” Regret softened his voice.
“I’m trying to behave, really, but
I don’t know how much longer I can bear it.”
He tilted his head in confusion.
“Behave? How are you supposed to behave while you’re here?”
“I’m trying to give you space,
letting you do what you do best without interference. Part of me wants to be
underfoot, asking a million questions about what you’ve found and what your
plans are. I would only be a hindrance. If I could go to work, even for just a
few hours a week, I think it was ease my restlessness. I don’t do well with
boredom.”
“Give me a little more time and
we’ll get him. Hang in there, okay?” He kissed her briefly, sweetly then pulled
back.
“Okay.” She dropped her forehead to
his chest and sighed. What else could she do? She looked up and met his dark
gaze. “I trust you.”
A flash of something dark and
potent flickered in his eyes. He seemed hurt, torn.
Pulled closer as if by some
invisible force, her body brushed his. The heat of his palm pressed flat
against the bare skin of her lower back holding her in place. The other
returned to her waist.
Blissfully helpless, she waited, star
struck as his mouth descended. Firm, full, silken lips brushed hers. She
parted, thirsting for his taste, so hungry for any morsel he’d give.
Tangling her fingers in the
material of his shirt, she held on and succumbed. He groaned, the sound a
delicious rumble. Thinking she’d won, that he’d finally surrendered to the
unbreakable pull that bound them, she smiled beneath his mouth.
His kiss was everything she’d
dreamed of and more. Desire, fiery and fierce burned through her,
all-consuming. His tongue met hers, seducing and claiming. He pulled away, only
to return for more. They crashed together in a passion fueled maelstrom.
His hand swept up under her shirt,
across the bare expanse of desire sensitized flesh, then pressed her front flat
against his, crushing her against him in the most delicious way. Dizzy with
need, her every cell seemed to reach for his with a desperate ache.
Tallahassee shifted behind her and
brushed against her back. Rick pulled out of the kiss, rested his forehead
against hers. He closed his eyes. Starved for air, their chests rose and fell
in a matched rhythm.
Then without a word, he walked
away.
In a not-so-subtle hint for
attention, Tallahassee nudged her shoulder. She turned and reached for the
reins. She run a hand along the horse’s neck. Pressing her cheek to
Tallahassee’s side she closed her eyes to shut out the heartbreaking view. She
might be a strong, independent woman, but that didn’t make it hurt any less
when she watched the man she loved walk away.
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