What begins in Montana as routine for Texas Ranger Carson Garrett, quickly turns into a ‘run for your life’ chase in order to protect the two women and child he is returning to Texas.
How far would you go to protect the ones you love?
When Texas Ranger, Carson Garrett is assigned to locate and place in protective custody the wife of a man suspected of illegal activities with a Columbian drug lord, it turns into more than routine. The estranged husband has put out a hit on his wife and the only person who knows where she is hiding is her twin sister, Amy Summers.
Protecting the sister she loves may be the thing that destroys her…
It is a race against time for Carson to find Amy, convenience her of the imminent danger and get her to lead him to Jamie so he can escort both women and Jamie’s four-year-old child back to Texas.
Even if they make it can love on the run survive?
Besides the obvious problems of running from a man who is trying to kill them, Carson and Amy have an instant attraction to each other and it is clouding his usual sharp judgment and causing them both to make costly mistakes.
A determined hitman, a diabolical plan. There is only one way to stop them both…
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I love to write. I love to put characters in situations that seems impossible to get out of. Almost. Then, out of the blue, along comes that sexy, breathtakingly, handsome hero who can and will save the day. Sometimes, (I like this part), it’s the heroine who steps up and saves the day. I love to write. Did I mention that? Anyway, I love mystery, suspense and the forever kind of love. When someone asks me, “what do you write?” I can’t say romance. It’s not that simple. I want action, adventure, suspense with caring, loving, sexy, characters that seem to find trouble wherever they go.
I am married to my real life sexy hero who finds my imagination intriguing, but refuses to read my books. Thank God. Our, live-at-home children greet us at the door with tongues hanging and tails wagging. They travel with us when we vacation and get depressed when we have to leave them. We have four grown children who live close enough for us to see often.
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Excerpt #1
Carson eased on the brakes and pulled over to
the side of the road. A few seconds later, the SUV passed and Carson jotted the
Texas license number down. He flipped his cell phone open and punched in his
brothers’ number.
“What now?” Rex answered on the second ring.
“I need you to run a plate for me. I have a
black SUV following me. It may be nothing but I don’t want to take any
chances.”
“Hold on.”
Carson waited for Rex to connect to his
headquarters. “Yeah. Go ahead. I have the office on the phone.”
Carson gave Rex the number and waited as he
relayed the information. It only took a few seconds for Carson’s worse fears to
become real.
“The vehicle is registered to Martin Keener.
Sounds like the enemy is knocking on your door, bro. You need to lose him or kill
him.”
“Why would I kill him? He hasn’t done anything
yet.”
“Calm down, bro. I’m only kidding.” Rex laughed.
Cason snapped the phone closed. His brother had
bad timing for his sense of humor or maybe Carson’s nerves were too tight.
Whichever, he had to shake this tail. If Carson stayed behind him, there
wouldn’t be any reason to lose him. Carson eased back onto the road, behind the
SUV.
****
Excitement cursed through Max’s veins when he
spotted the white Dodge Dually in the hotel parking lot. He hid behind a
delivery van and waited until Carson came out of his room, threw his case in
the back and drove out of town in the direction of Yellowstone Park. Keeping a
safe distance so as not to attract attention, Max didn’t think Carson would
notice one more vehicle among all the others traveling the same road. Several
cars had picked this cloudy day to go site seeing or visit the lodge. Max
planned to stick to him like glue until the women came back into the picture.
Martin said he would pay him to get rid of the
women and bring the bag and kid back. He hadn’t said, but Max figured there had
to be cash in the bag Martin kept harping about. He always mentioned the bag
his wife stole and his daughter as an afterthought. Max had already decided the
kid would die with her mother. Sure, it would be an accident as far as Martin
was concerned. He couldn’t take the chance on a four-year-old fingering him for
murder. Max switched the radio over to a country station and sang along to
Brooks and Dunn’s Boot Scootin Boogie while keeping close tabs on the white dually
about a half a mile ahead of him. He jammed to the country beat until the brake
lights of the dually in front of him came on and pull off of the road.
“Damn.” Max gripped the stirring wheel and eased
off the gas. When he came along side of Carson, he accelerated and sped past.
Excerpt #2
Carson walked into the highway patrol office,
showed his identification and told the front desk he had come to pick up Amy
Summers.
“She’s in a holding room. I’ll call Officer
Marshal to take you back.”
“Thanks,” Carson said. He didn’t look forward to
this. He knew she would be mad as hell. Maybe after he explained everything to
her, she would get over being arrested. He had his doubts.
“Ranger Garrett.” Carson turned and stood eye to
eye with Officer Marshal. The rail thin man had dark black hair that looked
blue under the lobby lights. Dye job, Carson thought. Carson shook the right hand the man offered. “I’m Officer
Marshal. I’ll take you back to where Miss Summers is being held.” He keyed in a
code to enter the locked door and Carson followed him down a narrow hall.
Officer Marshal stopped in front of a closed door and turned toward Carson.
Officer
Marshal frowned. “I just want to warn you, this young lady is not a happy
camper.”
Carson
flattened his lips and shook his head. “I was afraid of that.”
Marshal
swung the door open and Carson walked in.
“Carson,”
Amy screamed and jumped into his arms. “Carson they said I stole Bess’ car and
I’m wanted for questioning for a crime in Texas and a Ranger is coming…”
This
is what he had dreamed about all the way from Cody. He wanted to hold her close
until she knew everything. If they could back up twenty-four hours, he would
have done things differently. But in his line of work he had experienced a
couple of incidents he would like to do over.
Carson
knew better than to spend so much time watching her. He could protect her from
any danger that might arise. He should’ve handled this assignment by the books.
Instead, the more he knew about her, the more he wanted to know. She intrigued
him and stirred emotions he had never experienced before. Holding her like this
is what he’d dreamed of all the way from Cody. Amy depending on him for
answers. If he could keep her like this, safe in his arms, it might not be such
a blow when she knew the truth.
Carson
placed his index finger over her lips to stop her rambling. “Shh. I know all
about it, Amy.”
He
body stiffened and she jerked out of his arms. Wrapping her arms around her
middle for protection, she stepped away and glared at him. “You’re the Texas
Ranger, aren’t you? You knew all along and didn’t tell me.” Her bottle green
eyes clouded with unshed tears. She turned away from him and whispered. “Why?”
Carson
pulled a chair away from the table. “Please, sit, Amy, and let me explain.”
Excerpt #3
Amy set her tea cup on the table next to the
swing and took the glass Carson offered. She took a long sip. “I think you were
right. I did need this more than the tea. Thank you for thinking of me.” She
took another long sip. “Sometimes you get to the point that you are so
exhausted and the mind is all jumbled up, you can’t sleep.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“There’s nothing to talk about. We have to stay
in hiding until Martin is caught. Then we have to stay in hiding until Martin
goes to court. Then we have to stay in hiding until Martin is convicted.
Then---”
“I
understand.” Carson interrupted. “We have no idea how long it will take to
catch him. We don’t know if he will stay in jail until the trial. He’ll
probably bond out and be free until the trial which could take up to a year or
longer to get a docket. Then he’s still on the street until the punishment
phase of his sentence. So, you and your sister and niece could be in hiding for
a year or more.”
“I have a life I’m eager to get back to. I can’t
wait that long,” Amy explained.
“In a perfect world, he would confess and the DA
can go straight to the punishment phase. But as we all know, this isn’t a
perfect world.”
She took a quick, sharp breath when she faced
him and his tropical blue eyes sparkled from the lights lining the drive. Her
pulse started bouncing and her heart had already run ahead without stopping to
wait. Carson caressed the side of her cheek with his fingers and she laid her
head into his hand. He put his hand under her chin and gently lowered his head
to caress her lips. Amy’s senses reeled as if short-circuited. Powerless to
resist. She didn’t want to. She stretched out her arm to touch him. More. She
wanted more. Her palm rested on his chest where the muscles rippled under his
white shirt and quickened her pulse. The steady beat of his heart kept time
with the music playing in her head. Carson lowered his head and brushed a
feather light kiss on her exposed neck above the fluffy robe. He moved his arm
from the back of the swing and tangled his fingers into her still damp hair at
the back of her neck.
Amy drank in the comfort of his nearness. Her
pulse quickened and her heart danced with excitement. She leaned her head over,
giving him better access to her neck. With one fluid motion, Carson lifted her
off the swing and into his lap. She buried her face against his neck and
inhaled his delicious scent that hypnotized. Amy lifted her head and Carson claimed
her lips in a kiss that sent shivers through her body. She wrapped her arms
around his neck and gave back as much as she received. His lips parted hers
with a soul-reaching massage. Amy couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her
throat as she tasted his sweetness. His gentle hand caressing her back sent
currents of desire through her.
Carson leaned her back against the soft
cushions, never releasing her lips. Amy’s breath came in short pants as Carson
deepened the kiss. The robe she wore parted around her waist, exposing her
pajamas. She raised her legs and rested them over Carson’s rock hard thighs.
His hand caressed her hip and leg then moved up to her ribs and over to cover
her breast. Amy gasped and raised her chest into his hand.
The swing rocked like a boat riding a gentle
wave. A slight breeze drifted across the porch. Amy shivered. Carson raised his
head and their eyes met.
“Are you cold?”
Amy didn’t trust her voice and shook her head.
Without moving away, Carson lowered his head and
rested his forehead on hers. “Amy, I thought you were the most beautiful woman
I had ever run across the first time I laid eyes on you. I don’t want you to
think I’m being too bold but you have gotten into my blood and I don’t want to
stop holding you, kissing you, and caressing you. I want to feel every inch of
your body. I want to make love to you.”
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