Available March 14th 2017
Blurb~~
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.
~~Excerpt~~
When gunshots barked right outside
the door, she dropped like a stone to the ground. She had no idea what caused
the commotion, but she wanted nothing to do with it or any stray bullets. When
the door opened and closed just a moment later, she held her breath. Fear sent
her heart racing, fighting to get out of her chest.
Then she heard two magical words.
“Fuck. Me.”
It wasn’t the words so much as the
weak, rasping voice that she recognized. Before her brain could tell her mouth
to stop and be cautious, quiet, the stupid orifice opened.
“Rick?” For all she knew, she might
be imagining things. She struggled to move, but in her haste, she fell.
Footsteps rushed over and then big
hands were on her, turning her until she sat on her backside. Then in the murky
darkness, she heard the voice that she’d worried might be gone forever. Rick’s.
“Thank Christ. Are you okay?” She wanted to sob with relief, wanted desperately
to wrap her arms around him and crush him to her.
Yet, she couldn’t. She was as
helpless as a turtle on its back.
“I’m fine. Please tell me you have
a knife?” Her head buzzed with a hundred questions, but their situation went
above and beyond dire.
Low, a little bit gravely and a lot
tired, he spoke into her ear. “Yeah. I do. Don’t move.” She ached to lean
closer and absorb his presence, his everything. He cupped her ankles and
examined the ties around her ankles.
His hands shook as he pulled out
his knife.
“Rick. I—I’m so sorry. This is all my
fault. Your leg? I—”
“Not now. And it’s not your fault.
Never. Let’s concentrate on getting out of here alive. Okay?” He sounded so
tired, utterly drained of his usual strength. He should be in a hospital bed,
not running a Dark Horse rescue operation.
Speaking of which… Something didn’t
add up.
“Rick. Where are the rest of the
crew?” It might be Rick’s newly formed team, but considering the shape he was
in, she didn’t think Trent would let him participate in a rescue mission. She
might have only known him for a few months, but she knew enough about Trent
Dawson to understand he would lock Rick down if he wasn’t up to a job.
His hands trembled on her legs.
Alarmed, she looked at him closer. Was it the yellow tinted light casting the
sickly hue to his skin? When sweat beaded on his forehead she feared it wasn’t.
His breaths were short and shallow. He didn’t look up to walking out of the
room on his own steam.
Not to mention her overprotective
brother Joe who, at the minimum, would be right in the thick of things, if not
barging in and taking over. Something stank to high heaven.
“Sweetheart, don’t move.” Despite
the noticeable tremble in his hands, he positioned the blade with precision
beneath the tie.
“Yeah. You already said that.
What’s going on?” When he wouldn’t meet her eyes, her stomach sank.
His only response was to cut her
bonds loose. A million pins and needles stabbed her legs. An excruciating rush
of feeling returned to her lower limbs. It was all she could do not to cry out.
The trembling in her muscles made Rick’s hands look like immovable granite. He
sat the knife down and, starting at her ankles, tried to massage some feeling
back into her legs.
Outside the room, one voice rose
above the others. The one who’d taken charge and seemed the most capable had
returned. “What the hell is going on here? Give me that fucking gun.”
All the other voices started
talking at once, spilling a tangled story.
“Something’s up. The door to the
utility room is locked. It was unlocked when I got here. I found the key. Don’t
let anyone out, nobody fucking move until I get the lights back on. Not a
fucking millimeter.”
“We gotta go, babe. We’re sitting
ducks.”
“Okay.” The only thing she knew was
that she had to trust Rick’s abilities.
He considered the window then he looked
back to her. “It’ll be a tight fit, but I think we can make it.”
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