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Blackwater Savior: Mia and Spooky | Audiobook

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Blackwater Savior: Mia and Spooky

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Two years ago, Mia Sheridan's face lay plastered on missing person flyers, CNN, and other various news outlets. She was one among six other missing women from the Clearwater area, neither a trace nor a hair left behind. Abducted, beaten and sold, Mia has finally come to terms with the certainty that she will die her only concern is when that time will come.

Road Captain and eight-year vet with the Blackwater Renegades, Spooky is tasked with convincing a monster to sign divorce papers. He expected blood and mayhem, but what he found instead was Mia Sheridan, whose eyes held an innocence, unlike anyone he'd seen before. SpookyHe never bought the notion of love at first sight―lust at first taste was more like it―but the honey-eyed woman with a subtle glint of defiance in her eyes is a fighter, and that he can respect. When Spooky takes a solemn vow to protect her, he finds himself in over his head, but right where he belongs.

 

Running in the Dark | Teaser Tuesday II


I’ve caused more heartache than happiness, I’ve hated more than I loved, and I’ve taken more than I’ve given. I’d like to change that. And if you’ll let me, I’d like to start with you.
— Trace

A restless ache bloomed deep in Bessina’s chest, racing from her heart to her feet. A visceral need to stretch her legs and free her soul nearly wrenched her in two. Her muscles ached and her head pounded. She needed to run, not to escape, but to free her mind of the ensuing chaos.

Instead, with her feet stubbornly glued to the dock, Bessina awaited dawn. She’d said her farewells, yet couldn’t bring herself to leave. Uncertain of what was holding her to the spot, Bessina sighed. She glanced up and watched as the moon made its slow descent across the sky.

Everything was familiar, but not in the comforting way it should have been. Instead of warm memories, reality reminded her of how fragile friendships truly were. High school had come and gone, and her first year of college had been cruel.

It was in the past year she’d discovered what could happen if you trusted the wrong boy with the wrong information. To add insult to injury, she’d also learned some high school bonds couldn’t survive the gravities of college, or life as new adults. The realization she wasn’t leaving behind much, left a glacial void in her chest.

Bessina hefted the heavy Jansport book bag, attempting to relieve her pinched and bruised shoulder. It had all the belongings she thought important enough to take on her trip. After readjusting the backpack as best she could, she checked her wristwatch. She needed to leave for her bus soon if she was going to make it to the Amtrak station in time. This would be a true goodbye to her painful past.

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Teaser Tuesday | Running in the Dark

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Woot! The time is near and I am working super hard to get this ready for your greedy little Kindles! So, here is a little peek at Running in the Dark.


*subject to change*

Staring at him was taking her concentration away from her plan to escape, but she couldn’t quite take her eyes off of him—golden brown hair, light green eyes, and creamy white complexion that held a hint of honey from the sun all called to her visual senses, meanwhile, her brain was clamoring for a way to escape. The white males on campus had never paid her much attention, and she had returned the favor. She’d never got a chance to marvel at their creamy complexion or to get lost in a bright green gaze. What the heck?

This guy could have very well killed two people, set them on fire, and come to hurt—no, silence her, and she was standing there, coming to some silly realization that maybe she had missed out on a certain population of guys based on the color of their skin. She sensed this like nothing ever before and even without the eerie sensation she could see it in his eyes and when she looked past his outer beauty, she could see it.

This man possessed a darkness in the depths of his gaze that held mysterious and sinister secrets. He was a killer and she sensed no matter how attractive this man was, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her if it suited his plans. He held himself in a constant state of readiness, muscles tensed, prepared to make a move. His eyes moved about, constantly assessing the situation.

She peeked down to the bulge at his hip and determined it was a weapon of some sort. He kept his hands extended to his sides keeping the weapon in reach at all times. Even as she sensed this from him, his movements and behaviors seemed practiced and a bit stiff as if he’d needed to pretend to be a normal man, though his stoic behavior showed him as nothing close to the type of men she’d known.  


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