Excerpt Event (Author Veronica Peel)

Today we have an Excerpt from Think Sex by Veronica Peel.
Release Date July 1st

Excerpt from Volume 1 “Enters Paolo”

I knew this was going to be a problem. Ever since the first time I had sex, I cannot kiss

anyone without thinking about it. If the guy is a good kisser, one kiss pushes all the good

buttons. Then it’s a question of when. Usually my thoughts are (if there is one at all)

“The sooner the better”, or “I have to live in the now”. There’s also a justification like

“Life is too short” - Living in New York City I could get hit by a crazy bike messenger

riding on the sidewalk, or something like that. However I don’t want to be too trampy (a

little trampy it’s okay for fun in my book) and I make myself wait for a few dates to

make sure that’s what I really want. It’s like being in line at the supermarket. There is all

that good candy you have been trying to avoid by the register. They know we are all

impulsive, and that’s why the candy is there. Bright colors, definitely loaded with sugar,

pocket size and as our well trained brains think: instant satisfaction. We won’t be happy

later (Salad and yogurt the next day,) but that’s not what we are thinking when we grab

the candy bar (And when I say candy bar, I mean the guy’s ass.)

Sex is not always that, though. First of all it ends up costing you much more than you

think: Shoes, dresses, nails, meals – don’t shoot me but I cook for my man sometimes -

and if you hate yourself later it can’t be fixed by eating salad and yogurt the next day.

That’s why I would normally prefer to wait. But tonight it’s the new normal. I am trying

to shake off a bad break up. Maybe this hot guy can help me move on. It’s different. It’s

not me following him because I am insecure. He is not pressuring me. It’s all me taking

the lead, taking him home. On my own terms.

I know everyone is going to be mad at me for leaving early but Estelle will explain. Guy

is talking to Eric and probably waiting for the waitress. On our way out I mouth “Thank

you” to Estelle and she replies “Enjoy, Carina.” We both can’t believe I am doing this.

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She is almost more excited than me. This is the best fake birthday present she has ever

given me. She knows to call me later to make sure I am still alive. I’d do the same for

her. When you are alone in the city your friends are your family. We take care of each

other.

We walk out of the club like we are a couple. I am filled with energy and excitement like

a high schooler cutting class and try to hide the fact that my palms are sweaty. I dry them

up against my dress. The doorman sees us, and he doesn’t smile. He is looking at me like

he can’t believe I am leaving with another man. Whatever. You’re married, dude! I try to

take a look at his hand to see if I can spot a wedding band so that I don’t feel too guilty

(He is super cute after all) but we are walking out and I don’t want to be obvious. I’ll deal

with it later.

We get into a cab and I tell the driver where to go. Next, I lounge onto my Portuguese

man. Sorry. Just couldn’t wait to get to my apt. Not very proper but he is the best kisser

and I want more. If I am doing this like in the movies, I will do it all the way. No looking

back. He pulls my hair a little when he kisses me. Oh dear Lord. My eyes are closed but I

can feel the cab driver looking at us through the rear view mirror. Not sure if I like that

so I stop and sit back on my spot. Ouch! I sit on the belt buckle from the seat belt. He

hugs me and pulls me closer to him. I am not comfortable at all (But I don’t want to

move.) He can’t help himself either. I love it. He slides his hand down from my face to

my chest to my waist and I tuck my stomach in so that it feels toned. I wish for abs of

steel. Glad I had a light dinner. I take his hand back to my chest and we are putting the

entire back seat to good use. All of it. I feel the cab stopping. We have arrived. He pays

the driver and opens the door for me from the inside and pushes it outwards. I am closest

to the curb so I get out first and hold his hand as he comes out. I feel like if I let go, all

my confidence will shatter and I will end up feeling awkward and apologizing for not

being able to go through with this. We are still connected so all is well. I look into his

eyes and immediately look away. I know I look confident as if I did this often, but the

reality of it is that it’s all an act. Show no fear, I tell myself.

I am doing this. I know I can.

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Excerpt Event (Author Chantal Fernando)

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Dragon's Lair by Chantal Fernando.
 

When I found my boyfriend cheating on me, I did something stupid. Or should I say, someone? Because of that mistake, I’m now stuck in a world I don’t belong in. I’m a law student. They’re criminals. He’s the Vice President of a MC. I’m a good girl with a strict upbringing. He’s my ex-boyfriend’s brother. And I’m screwed.

 

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I stare at the old motel building in apprehension, taking in its brown brick exterior and dirty windows. Not the Hilton, that’s for sure. Feeling sorry for myself is a foreign concept for me. I normally consider myself a strong woman. I need to be one, with the parents I was given and the career I have in mind for the future. I have a strong will and I’m not afraid to open my mouth and say what’s on my mind. I don’t mince words or back down. I find humor in awkward situations and try to make the most of my life. I guess there is a first time for everything, because here I am, tail tucked between my legs, feeling more than sorry for myself. I’d think sixty dollars would have gotten me a better motel than this, but I was wrong. It has been known to happen. I check in at the reception, paying for a one night stay and trying not to stare at the mold on the wall. The bored looking girl at the counter hands me my key. Then I drag my feet to my room, taking one bag with me. Inside are my toiletries, clothes, and a few valuables-- including my purse, passport, and food. Unlocking the door, I walk in and check out the room. A small bathroom, a couch, bed, fridge, and a TV. Eh, it could be worse. I don’t know how—but I know it could. I put my bag on the couch and take off my sandals. Placing them neatly in the corner, I pull out one of the plastic containers and open the lid. I munch on the cut fruit as I contemplate my life. I have five thousand dollars saved, a growing belly, and no clue what the hell I’m going to do. One thing I do know for sure is that I need to keep moving. Two nights here, and then I’m going to keep on driving. I want to get as far away from my old life as possible, that shit does not need to catch up with me. I take a long shower, then take my time rubbing moisturizer into my skin. I have cherry blossom lotion that I use every night without fail, and tonight is no exception. I brush my teeth, comb my wavy auburn hair, and climb into bed. Wishing I had brought my own sheets, I ignore the musty smell and fall asleep. This is my life now. ***** One night passes and then I’m back on the road, heading farther north. Soon exhausted, I check into another dodgy motel and all but collapse onto the bed. I spend the next day looking for a job—applying anywhere and everywhere. I’m not fussy, I will do just about anything right now. Well not anything, but I’m not opposed to working in a grocery store or cleaning houses. Anything that makes some money is good enough for me. A quiet knock at the door makes me groan. I force myself to get up, expecting housekeeping. I open the door slightly, just enough to see who it is through the chain lock. My jaw drops open and panic sets in. Definitely not housekeeping. “Open it, or I will,” he demands, his eyes blazing. I consider my options for a few seconds before I slide open the lock. He could just break down the door if he wanted to. I open it and take a few steps back as he enters. Crystal blue eyes narrow on me. A muscle ticks in his jaw as his gaze rakes over me, as if checking to make sure that I’m okay. He’s wearing worn, ripped jeans and a long sleeve black t-shirt that accentuates his muscular build. “Just in my part of the neighborhood?” I ask, hope filling my voice. “What the fuck, Faye?” he rasps, gripping the door frame. I take another step back. I don’t know what he is capable of right now. The old Dex would rather cut off his arm than hurt me, but do I really know him now? And I don’t know how the hell he found me. Does he know? Of course he does. Nothing gets by Dexter Black. He bangs the door behind him, the noise making me flinch. “Pack up your shit,” he demands, eyes searching the crappy motel room, which is now looking considerably smaller with his hulking presence. He doesn’t look happy with what he sees. In fact, his scowl deepens. He crosses his arms over his broad chest and stares me down, waiting for me to move. “I’m not going anywhere,” I say, putting my hands on my hips and glaring at him. He’s not the boss of me. Yes, he’s a badass, sexy man who I had one night of hot, passionate sex with, but that doesn’t mean he gets to tell me what to do. I might have liked him bossy in bed, but this right here is a different story. He takes a deep breath, as if calming himself. “I’ve been looking for you for two days. I’m trying not to lose my fuckin’ temper here, Faye, but you’re pushing me. I don’t think I’ve ever been this patient in my fuckin’ life.” This is him patient? “I’m not going anywhere,” I reply, lifting my chin up. We stare at each other, the tension building. I can actually feel the moment before he snaps. His fists clench, and the tightness in his jaw looks almost painful. I step back, into the frame of the open bathroom door as he loses it. He picks up the TV and throws it into the wall. The crashing sound makes me jump, but he doesn’t stop there. He punches the wall several times, then slides the few glasses off the table in one smooth movement. More crashing. He turns and points his finger right at me. I gulp. My eyes widen as he grabs my bag and starts packing anything of mine he comes across. I walk up to him and try to grab it away from him, but one deathly look has me retracting my hand. “Temper tantrum over?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady. He looks down at my bare feet, then at all the glass scattered on the carpet floor. “Don’t move.” I do as I’m told as he brings me a pair of my shoes. I slide them on then look up at him. Why does he want me to go with him? What good can come from it? What I need to do is move on with my life, and settle down somewhere quiet and safe. Somewhere without sex-on-a-stick bikers and their douche lord cheating brothers. Somewhere where my parents aren’t around, and I can be myself. “I just want to be left alone, Dex,” I say, tears forming in my eyes. I’m tired, so fucking tired. My life isn’t meant to be like this, and I hate the fact that he’s seeing me this vulnerable. I hate it. I’m not this weak—not usually.

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Excerpt Event (Author Kizzie Darker)

Today we have an Excerpt from

Distraction and Desire by Kizzie Darker

 

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She was his distraction, he her desire. Joanna woods thought her broken heart would never heal again when Luke ripped her world apart. Upon deciding to take a much needed vacation to Paris, the city of love, would a chance meeting change her life forever? Nathan Jones moonlights as a successful business man but unbeknown to Joanna he secretly works as a C.I.A agent travelling the world, tackling crime. He has already lost one love of his life; will he risk it all when he meets Joanna? Joanna and Nathan have chemistry but will it be enough to make their relationship work? Will Joanna be able to handle the truth when she finds out who Nathan really is or will it end in further heartache?

 

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Excerpt Event (Author J.R. Grant)

Today we have an Excerpt from

Shattered Promises by J.R. Grant.

In a perfect world, Lani Foster had it all; wonderful, supportive parents, two adorable little boys, an amazing husband whom she loved fiercely, and an unbreakable bond with her best friend Parker, no one could tear apart. But Lani never realized being happy would cost her years of pain, until one day, tragedy strikes the Foster family, leaving her hanging by a thread, questioning everything around her. Lies are exposed and secrets are brought to surface destroying the one person who just wanted to be happy, to feel loved.
What do you do when you find out your marriage has been nothing but a lie? Do you stand by the one who abolishes your world? Or do you let go and leave everything behind to start all over again?
Shattered Promises is about learning how to survive once the storm pulls you away. Everyone deserves a chance to be happy, it's about finding the special one who will stand by your side and hold you in the rain.

 

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Excerpt Event (Author Jessica Hawkins)

Today we have an Excerpt from

Come Undone (The Cityscape Series Book 1)

by Jessica Hawkins

Blurb: Olivia Germaine has already found love. Devoted wife, loyal friend, determined career woman - she’s created the life she always envisioned. But when Olivia locks eyes with a handsome stranger across a crowded room, he peers a little too closely and sees emotions she thought she’d buried long ago.

David Dylan, alleged playboy and eternal bachelor, challenges Olivia to confront the life she’s built and to make decisions that could either lead to happiness . . . or regret.
Will Olivia be able to draw the line between lust and love? And can David respect that line?

 

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EXCERPT:

I threw the apple rind I’d been holding into the trash across the room, sinking a perfect shot. “Three-pointer,” I said, throwing my hands up. “Basketball fan, huh?” David grinned at me. “Bill is,” I replied without thinking. “How about you?” “I’m a Chicago Bears fan myself.” “Ah. Football. I could see that.” “Oh?” “Sure, I can picture you as a quarterback, working the field. Leaving a trail of cheerleaders in your wake,” I said, biting my lip as I smiled. “Did you play in high school?” “Yes, though I would’ve preferred to focus on the swim team.” “So? Quarterback? Linebacker?” I paused, running my hand along the edge of Lucy’s desk. “Tight end?” “QB.” I nodded. “Thought so. I had a crush on our high school quarterback.” I cocked my head. “He looked a little like you, but not as tall,” I said, letting my eyes wander down his body. His hand twitched, and he quickly crossed his arms tighter. “What are you doing?” I lightly lifted my right shoulder, staring him down. “What?” “You’re flirting with me, even though you asked me to back off. Just like on the roof the other day.” He stopped, and I blinked at him a few times, unsure of what he’d say next. “Olivia, I’ll put on a show in front of your friends, at your work, whenever we’re in public. But I’m growing tired of pretending when we’re alone. Don’t tempt me,” he warned.

 

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Excerpt Event (Author Jennifer Foor)

Today we have an Excerpt from Noah by Jennifer Foor

 

Noah Mitchell has grown up knowing that he was going to one day take over the family ranch. He’s worked along side of his father, Colt, since he was a young child. Now an adult, who has always been raised that family is the most important thing in life, he starts to question if running the family business is what he really wants to do. After a heated argument with his parents, Noah leaves town to clear his head. That’s where he meets the beautiful Shalan, a singer, who longs for a life in the city. Sparks fly and soon Noah finds himself in a hard situation. When the time comes to return home, will Noah go back to his life on the farm, or will love lead him away?

 

 

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Excerpt Event (Author Morgan Parker)

Today we have an Excerpt from Sick Day by Morgan Parker

Hope and Cameron made a five-year promise before college. Years pass and they never see each other again. But then one month before his planned wedding to Riley, Cameron looks outside and sees Hope in the pouring rain, watching him. Now, three years later, Cam has one day – a sick day on this last Friday of summer – to convince the one woman whose very existence breaths life into his lungs, that sometimes love like theirs actually does exist, and it’s that kind of love that lives forever, no matter how hard you fight to forget about it and move on. From the author of non friction and Hope, Sick Day follows one man’s day-long attempt to persuade the love of his life that sometimes it’s okay to break promises if it means keeping the ones that count.

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Excerpt:
With just an inch or less to go for those doors to shut, there was another ding and the doors re-opened. I hadn’t pressed the button—wasn’t close enough to—but saw that Hope had pressed the Open button at the last possible instant. “Heading down, sir?” she asked with the polite tone of a complete stranger. “Thank you,” I said, blinking hard as my heart pounded under my chest. She held the door as I boarded, not acknowledging me. Even though there was nobody else on the elevator, I did the same and when I regained my bearings I noticed some sort of recognition on the receptionist’s face. Did she see the history between Hope and me? Could she sense the tension, the love, whatever the fuck this really was? Once the doors eased shut, Hope punched me in the arm. Hard. “What are you doing here?” she hissed, stepping closer to me, then shoving me backward against the elevator wall. It wasn’t an affectionate shove either. I fumbled for the right words. “I…I saw you…” She shoved me again, her lips tight and one mistake away from an outright, teeth-baring sneer. “He saw you! He fucking saw you!” “Hope,” I begged as she shoved me again. This time, I seized her wrists. She normally hated that, but this time, I pulled her hands down to her side, forcing her to step closer to me. Our bodies were so close, I swore I could feel her body heat radiating through mine. The wrist-restraining also calmed her down. I edged closer to her, our faces inches apart so that when I breathed, her hair danced gently around her jaw. “I see you,” I said. “I see you everywhere. I can’t stop seeing you.” I shook my head, averting my eyes for less than a second. When I found her again, her hands moved to my face. She was forceful—not quite hungry or desperate, but forceful—as she seized my face and pressed her lips against mine. My mouth opened for her tongue, and I tasted her. Whatever hunger was missing earlier suddenly surged through my body. It was the same awakening as when we kissed on the grass, arousing the realization that I had missed her without ever admitting to it.

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Excerpt Event (Author Penelope Ward)

Today we have a special excerpt from

My Skylar by Penelope Ward.
Release Date: TBA

My Skylar Synopsis: From the author of the Amazon #1 bestselling romance, Jake Undone, comes a friends-to-lovers story of longing, passion, betrayal and redemption…
Skylar was my best friend, but I secretly pined for her. One thing after another kept us apart, and I’ve spent the last decade in fear of losing her forever.
First, it was the cancer, but she survived only to face the unthinkable at my hands. Because of me, she left town. For years, I thought I’d never see her again.
But now she’s back…and living with him.
I don’t deserve her after everything I’ve put her through, but I can’t live without her. This is my last chance, because she’s about to make the biggest mistake of her life. I can see it her eyes: she doesn’t love him. She still loves me...which is why I have to stop her before it’s too late.
My Skylar is a STANDALONE novel and a companion to Jake Undone.

**Contains graphic sexual content and harsh language. It is only appropriate for adult readers age 18+

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Excerpt Event (Author Kristi Pelton)

Today we have an Excerpt from Pure Will by Kristi Pelton

 

Camden Biggs, the daughter of a professional baseball player…lost her mother at age 9. Eager to be loved, she fell in love with the hottest, bad boy she’d ever met at age 15, Max. Totally off limits and living under the same roof, she succumbed to his manipulations until he was forced out of her life—hanging on to a promise to only give herself to him.

Will Denton raised by a trailer trash father and a trust fund mother had a taste of both worlds and all sorts of women—especially when he dove into a world of darkness following a tragedy and loss of his own.

Camden, now a senior at the University of Kansas where she tutors the hottest, most talented athletes hides behind her outgoing roommate Kate—who is sexually active enough for both of them; Camden lives vicariously through Kate while still trying to heal her wounds from the past—until Will Denton comes home with Kate one night. Though he slept with Kate, he sets his sights on Cam.

Camden finally succumbs to the gorgeous eyes and body of Will Denton. And as Will is finally starting to tear down the walls that Cam has built over the years…Bad Boy Max makes a reappearance to reclaim what was once his.

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Excerpt Event (Author Gina Whitney)

Today we have an Excerpt from

Beautiful Lies by Gina Whitney

Lust, Love, and Letting Go

Cameron Sterling has sworn off women. Enigmatic and moody, all he cares about is his career…until he meets Lilly Amsel. A honey-haired fashion model with a killer body, she knocks him right off the fast track. Their undeniable physical attraction is white hot, their desire for one another an unstoppable force of nature.

They unleash years of pent-up carnal frustration on one another, leading to some mind-blowing sex. It also brings something unexpected into their lives: love with no limitations. But can their relationship survive their past demons? Cam has been alone for so long, he’s forgotten how to open his heart. Lilly keeps memories of her abusive childhood at bay with an addiction to prescription meds.

And then there’s the big problem: Lilly is already involved with a wealthy, powerful older man who controls her emotionally and financially and has no desire to share her. When he finds out about her trysts with another man, he deploys his thugs, sending Cam and Lilly on the run, fighting for their lives—and their love.

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Excerpt:
"You may be done, but I’m not,” Cam said. He then put my legs in an open position and stood on his knees in between. He took both my hands and wrapped them around his dick— which seemed to have grown inexplicably larger—then slid them up and down. It was still coated by the thick lubrication gifted from my cunt. I really did need two hands to handle that long, thick beast. I was prone on the floor, and, from above, it looked like a girthy pipe. It took much effort to traverse its awesome length. I was exhausted from the love that Cam had just given me and had to use the last bit of my energy to jerk him off. Hand over hand, I tugged up the shaft with alternating constricting and contracting movements. On the down strokes, I bottle-capped it with twisting movements. Cam steadied himself by placing his hands on my bent knees. “You like that?” I asked, watching his head rear back a bit. “Aw, shit, yeah. You’re the best,” Cam said. He rocked his body between my thighs in sync with my hand strokes. Then Cam let out a grunt as he bucked and seized. He drew in a breath through his clenched teeth. Like from a pressurized water hose, hot cum shot all over my chest and stomach—the milk of the gods. Cam’s release seemed to go on forever and wore him out.

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Excerpt Event (Author H.S. Strickland)

Today we have an excerpt from 

The Lucky Bullet by H.S. Strickland

 

In a family that was raised in a non-traditional way, Araylia has prevailed in ways no one would have expected. She's a successful doctor who cares deeply for her son. Left to become a single mother by her abusive boyfriend, she continues her journey to be the best mother possible for Liam.

Mace is a man crippled with grief and self loathing for his sisters death. He closes himself off to the world till one night he's shot. Landing him right in front of Dr. Araylia Masters.

All is well, until, Araylia's ex comes back wanting his family again, no matter what it takes. Even death.

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Excerpt Event (Author Cambria Hebert)

Today we have an Excerpt from TRYST by Cambria Hebert.

Sometimes all a girl needs is a little fling…

Talie Ronson needs a vacation.

From life.

Since she caught her cheating, loser husband in bed with his assistant, her life has been on a steady spiral—right into hell. Her car’s a junker, her job sucks, and her perfect, gorgeous sister likes to brag about her wonderful life every time they "do" lunch.

In an effort to salvage what’s left of her life and her sanity, she takes the advice of her kooky best friend and takes off to Topsail Island. A week at the beach, alone, is exactly what she needs to recharge, regroup, and relax.

Only, her alone time is about to get derailed.

Gavin Palmer’s favorite activity is walking around in his boxers and eating junk food. He and his neighbors have an understanding. They stay out of his business and he stays out of theirs. He lives at the beach, not for vacation, but for isolation. He’s had enough of people to last him a lifetime.

Gavin’s isolation is interrupted when his normally quiet neighbor starts disturbing his peace. He stomps across the sand to give the guy a piece of his mind… only it isn’t a guy.

It’s Talie.

She’d maddening, nosy, and talks too much.

But she’s hot and her bedroom eyes have him thinking maybe he’s had enough solitude. Maybe a week of company is exactly what he needs.

Maybe what they both need is a no-strings-attached tryst.

 

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Just as the road started to gradually lift and lead onto the bridge my car made a very loud clunking sound and then groaned like it was going to come apart at any second.

Even though my foot was pressed on the gas the car slowed considerably, idling along like a turtle who had no where it needed to be. "Come on!" I yelled at the dashboard as I gave the steering wheel a smack.

Suddenly the wheel seemed extremely hard to steer. What usually was an easy, effortless task now seemed like something that required large muscles.
Did I mention I was lacking in the muscle department?

I applied the brakes and fought the Jetta to the side of the road. I wasn’t about to try and make it over the bridge like this. My luck I would plunge over the side and get eaten by a shark when I hit the water.

The loud rattling sounds the stupid car made drowned out the cadence of the ocean waves and caused some of the peace I was found on my way here to disappear.

After several long moments of just sitting there, leaning my forehead on the steering wheel and asking God why I was cursed I turned off the engine. The car stuttered and then died. I knew it wasn’t going to turn back on.

"And the hits just keep on coming," I said out loud.

I opened the car door, letting it open so that the light would stay on for a few moments and bent down to look for the hood release latch. After I found it and popped the hood I stood there staring down in the dark at the insides of a car I couldn’t see.

Then I remembered my phone. The flashlight app was handy in moments like this. Even with the engine and innards of the car visible I had no clue what was wrong with it.

"I am so getting a new car," I sighed. I called up the number to Triple A in my phone (I might not know how to fix cars but I knew how to call people who did) and wondered how long it would take them to send a tow.

A pair of headlights appeared traveling in my direction. I raced around the side of the car and leapt into the driver’s seat, slamming the door behind me. After the way this week was going I would not be surprised at all if the person behind the wheel of that car was a serial killer out looking for his next victim.

The car slowed and pulled directly behind my car.

See? Total serial killer.
I heard the slam of the door and watched as a large dark figure approached. I could make out nothing because his headlights turned him into nothing but a dark shadow.

The only thing I knew for sure was that it was a man. Unless of course it was a woman. Judging from the sheer size of the black shape if it was a then she would have to be a professional body builder.

Seconds later a darkened face appeared at my window.

"Car trouble?" he rumbled. His voice was deep and his southern accent was strong.

I screamed.

I forgot my window was down!

I jammed the key back into the ignition and turned the engine over. It made a puny, pathetic sound and stalled out. The windows were electric. I couldn’t get it up if the car wouldn’t start.

"Please don’t kill me!" I burst out.
A laugh floated through the night air and wrapped around my body. He put one of his hands on the door, so that it rested where the window should be, his fingers falling down the inside of the door.

I snatched the keys out of the ignition and swung down to stab the fleshy part of the back of his hand. Seconds before I made him bleed he jerked away.

"I’m not going to murder you!" he shouted.
"Don’t you yell at me!" I retorted.

"You tried to stab me!"

"You tried to kill me!"

"I stopped to see if you needed help. You know, because your junker car here stopped working."

"How dare you call it a junker." I fumed. My car definitely was a junker but I wasn’t about to let him insult me. I’d had enough of men to last me a lifetime.
"Sweetheart, I call it like I see it." he drawled.

Damned if I didn’t get goose bumps. His voice was like the velvet sky I was admiring only moments ago. "Well, okay, it’s a piece of crap." I allowed. Obviously his southern accent was making me stupid.

"I’m just going to take a look," he said. Before I could tell him no he was walking around the front of my car. The glow of his headlights gave me a glimpse of the way his hips rotated when he walked.
He had long legs, the kind that owned the ground whenever he took a step. He was tall… he had to be at least six two. Other than that I couldn’t make out anything else about him. He was wearing a baseball hat and it was pulled down low, shading all of his face from the little light out here.

A light clicked on up front (he must have the same app as me) and I saw him reaching down into the engine. The sound of something being pulled out of the car had me leaping out of my seat and rushing around the front.

"What the hell are you doing!" I demanded horrified as he pulled out this long black thing. "Is that a snake?" I shrieked. Had I somehow run over that giant thing and it got caught in my engine?

He paused and looked up at me. "A snake?" he asked like he couldn’t understand what I was saying. Then he shook his head. "It’s the drive belt," he muttered, going back to pulling it out.

"Well if it’s supposed to be in there why are you pulling it out?"

"This way when I go to kill you, I know you won’t be able to get away."

 

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