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Lights also turned off a half a world away. The smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen as Soledad stepped onto the rear deck. After Glen made love to her she usually collapsed into a deep sleep, last night was no different, and damn he could light her up. But tonight she did not stay asleep, her eyes snapped open and worry flooded her. Not for herself nor her immediate family, but her extend family of Gregor and Lae. Lae had a plan on how to keep Gregor safe while she visited her family. Soledad had sat there in silence when Lae told her in detail the plan she had set into motion the week before. Soledad held her tongue while her friend filled her in because she knew Gregor will be furious at Lae but, as Lae put it, he will be alive. Wondering if she should tell Glen...
Copyright © 2013 Joanne Schwehm All Rights Reserved No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form by any means, including photocopying, recording or by information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locations is entirely coincidental. Available on Amazon.com and B&N for Nook 5 Star Rating on Amazon Chapter 1 When I was little and watched the Olympics on my family’s television in our humble, middle-class living room, I’d get lost in my thoughts and would dream that I’d be the next great figure skater like Tara Lipinski or a great gymnast like Shannon Miller. Then I would...
Prologue Harlem, New York City January 2003 Chelsea leaned forward into the light coming through the window to check her watch. She was grateful her building was across the street from a school otherwise she’d be sitting in complete darkness. It was only half past midnight. Not much longer, she thought, pushing herself off the couch onto her sock covered feet. She stared at the hardwood floor suddenly forgetting which area was the creakiest. When the Miles Davis wannabe below her would play his trumpet at six on a Sunday morning she was sure to stand on the creaky section and bounce up and down to annoy him. If this were any other day, she could walk to that spot blindfolded. She tiptoed forward a few steps. Creeeeak. Her shoulders rose to her ears. Damn it, she cursed softly then quickly hopped across the floor muttering curses with each step....
Third installment of a sexy new romance by Madeline Moore (end of Chapter 1)
When your job requires you to analyze the soil in minute detail, differentiating every subtle shift in color and texture, studying every stone for signs of man-made damage, you tend to stare at the ground a lot, even when you’re not working. While I had been waiting on the cavalry in the form of the Cabell County Sheriff’s Office, I had sorted out three plastic bottle caps, two cigarette butts and a few crunched bits of what looked like a tail light from the gravel berm in front of me. I’m a creature of habit, what can I say. It was just after 8 in the morning, but the cicadas hidden in the tall grasses behind me were already in full thrum. June in West Virginia means that if it isn’t raining the air is so thick with humidity that you can only pray it will start soon. Crossing one...
“I will wait for you.”Those had been Alex’s last words, at least to her anyway. Jameson had believed him.So when the weeks passed and she didn’t hear from him, she knew something must have gone horribly wrong. She never expected for them to meet again like this.