Blurb:
Mia Justice counts every
day as a blessing, not taking life for granted. Although she has strong faith,
she finds it hard to move on in her personal life, until an accident changes
her perception of really living.
Dire Sylis takes his job
and the responsibility that comes with his job seriously. Saving as many lives
or helping in any situation is how he pays homage to the father he lost as a
young adult. However nothing prepares him the chance encounter that will change
his life.
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Excerpt 1
“You’re too young for a
New Year’s Eve party. You knew the answer before asking.” Mia flipped on her
turn signal to move over a lane. “What Ash?” Her sullen teenage daughter
muttered under her breath and turned away, closing off. Teenage angst—her least
favorite part of parenting. What kind of parent lets their kid plan an
unchaperoned party on one of the worst nights of the year to be away from home?
Remember not to judge
others by what you wouldn’t do.Paying her daughter no heed, she
cast quick glance in her rearview mirror to find a spot she could edge her way
into in the next lane. Mia moved her SUV in the tight space, continuing the
slow crawl down highway 71. She refused to feel guilty for not giving into
Ashland’s wants, reminding herself to be a parent not a friend. There wasn’t
room for both, since she took on the roll as both mother and father.
As the light at the end
of the exit ramp turned from yellow to red, a car clipped her back bumper,
causing her to lurch into oncoming traffic. Ashland let out a scream as a
vehicle with the right of way narrowly escaped slamming into her door. Mia
heard the crunch of cars hitting each other. She fought to maintain traction,
her grip clenching the steering wheel as they spun out of control while fending
off the surge of terror whiplashing through her a second time.
“Mrs. Justice, help is
on the way.” Her automated security system transmitted to the local enforcement
and 911 dispatch. Mia turned to Ashland and lifted a shaky hand to her face.
“Baby, are you okay?”
“I-I think so.”
Mia’s heartbeat
thundered in her chest. Dazed, she spoke on autopilot.
“Can you move?” Mia
unclasped her seatbelt and reached to unlatch her daughter’s. Ashland flinched
when she touched her.
“Mama, your head is
bleeding and my leg hurts really bad.”
Mia touched her head.
Blood slid between her fingers as she explored a small gash on her forehead.
“I’m okay love, it’s just a little cut. We need to get out of the vehicle. See
if you can move.”
“I can’t, Mama. There’s
a car blocking me from moving. I’m stuck.” The panic in her daughter’s voice
sent shivers of dread down her spine. They were surrounded by vehicles,
crunched in from all sides.
Mia froze, paralyzed by
fear. Blood trickled down her face. Her vision was hazed in one eye. Think. You have to stay awake
to get Ash out safely. Unbuckling her safety belt, she looked around
for something to break the windows with.
“My softball bat is in
the trunk, isn’t it?” Her daughter calmed enough to help.
“No baby, we took it out
to make room other things a few days ago.” She sucked back a moan of pain while
maneuvering into the second row behind her daughter and worked on reclining the
seat back. Red lights and the welcoming sound of help arriving eased her fears
a little as she continued to work to get her daughter free. Mia leveled the
seat out and hefted Ashland by her hips into the second row. When she looked
up, flames licked along the windshield. All of the sudden they were stuck in a
ticking bomb, each second counting against them.
Voices yelled over the
sounds of sirens. Acrid fumes seeped into her vehicle. Instinctively, she knew
if they didn’t get free, they’d die from toxic inhalation. She became aware of
a shadow as it fell over them. “Get this car moved.” The orders were barked
from the man’s lips.
“Ma’am, if there is
something to cover your heads with, grab it. There are men working on putting
out the fire while we get you out. Stay calm.” Mia watched a flood of foam hit
her engine. Beside her, firemen worked to pull the vehicle out of the way.
There wasn’t time.
“Ma’am.”
Mia snapped to at the
commanding tone in his voice. She found her wool pea coat and placed it over
their heads.
“Mama, what’s
happening?” The SUV jostled as the car stuck to their door was yanked free. The
uniformed man signaled for her attention.
“The firemen are putting
out a fire in our engine and they’re going to break the window. I know you’re
scared and hurt. Just breathe baby, they’re here to help us and will do
everything in their power to get us out.” Deep down, she believed the words
with her whole heart. She fought to keep positive, though tears coursed down
her cheeks and pain threatened to drag her into the abyss of unconsciousness.
“Mom. Mom. Wake up. Mom, can
you hear me. Hurry. Please, my mom isn’t answering me.” The distant sound of
glass exploding met her ears. Sound slowed as her eyes drooped, too heavy to
keep open. “Take her first.” In her mind her words resounded crystal clear.
“Backboards.”
“My daughter. Get her
out.”
“Ma’am, breathe, that’s
a girl, now save your strength. We have you both. They’re sliding your daughter
out on a board now. She’s free. Backboard two in. I got you now. Lift her
easy.” Strong hands hoisted her out of the back section of her smoldering
vehicle.
“Whitier here, has some
oxygen for you. Armstrong has your baby. She’s a little beat up but okay.
Breathe as Whiter places on the mask.”
“Thank you.” Blurred
vision kept Mia from making anything but his helmet out. She grasped the hand
he held offered. Darkness descended, sucking her into its undertow.
Excerpt 2 R Rated---STEAMY!!
Darkness fell early in
the evening. Mia sipped a cup of hot cocoa while waiting. Time had never moved
slower than waiting for Dire to show. Maybe she needed a psychologist or some
heavier meds of a different type. Who worried about a man they recently met,
and without an exact definition of the relationship they were heading in. She
grasped his shirt in one hand, wanting to bury her face in his scent. Madness.
She’d fallen head over heels into insanity. Tired of pacing and watching out
the blinds for a glimpse of his truck, she sat down and flipped the television
on. True to her word, she kept away from the news channels. Comedic family
shows played on every channel. Not in the mood for comedy, she turned the
television off and picked up a historical romance she’d found at a swap and
shop months ago, but hadn’t had the time to read. She slipped the robe off and
donned his shirt, wanting to feel closer to him in his absence. Using the
discarded robe as blanket, she curled up on the couch and disappeared into the
pages of her new book.
Lost in the world of
thievery, abduction and handsome as sin highlanders, she’d toned out the world
until a loud banging on the door scared her out of her wits. She dog-eared the
page and tossed off the robe. The incessant pounding grew louder. “What.” She
swung the door open ready to rip the balls out of the person who’d made her put
down the fantastic book and probably dented her door. “Dire.”
“I rang the bell seven
times.” Did he growl at her? And why did she find the sound arousing. Wait…I’m mad at him.
She crossed her arms over her breasts and glared at him.
“I’m sorry for scaring
you.”
Mia saw red. She clocked
him with her open palm across his face, spun on her heel and stormed back into
her house.
“Mia. Stop.”
“Go to hell.” She
launched her body forward into a sprint up the stairs away from him. Pounding
footsteps fell behind her as she heard him chase. Halfway up the stairs, a band
of steel wound across her middle, halting her momentum. She kicked back and
found her legs trapped by muscles as hard as tree trunks.
“Why are you mad?”
God he smelled good. Even angry with him, his energy singed her. Struggling to break his hold got her nowhere. His breath tickled her neck. His rock hard chest cradled her back.
“You didn’t text or
call.”
Dire cussed under his
breath. “Because I thought you’d be asleep like we discussed,” he snapped at
her and spun her to face him.
She saw the angry welt
on his face and dropped her gaze. Dire didn’t deserve her abuse. Ashamed of her
actions, she couldn’t look him in the face.
“You should’ve anyhow.”
“I’m okay.” She frowned
refusing to give into the two words she’d wanted to hear for hours.
“The team is okay too.
Mia. I like to look who I’m talking to in the face.”
“Why are you doing this
to me?” She pushed against him to get away and stumbled on the stairs when he
let go of her. “Take this back and get out. I can’t do this.” Tears threatened
to spill as she tore off his shirt and threw it at him. The T-shirt hit him in
the face and fell to the floor. “I wanted to tell you that we should be friends
but I can’t now because I’m in too deep.” His stunned expression, the way he
held his body rigid while raking a gaze over her body caused her to shiver in
reaction and start for her bedroom. “I said to leave,” she repeated when he
made no move to.
“Calm down.” Instead of
leaving, he followed her.
“Fuck you.”
“That’s mature.” He
caught up to her, spun her around, and fisted a hand in her hair keeping her
from running further. “Look at me Mia.” Her choice was to squeeze her eyes shut
or to do as he bid.
“You had better be glad
I’m not tender headed.” She glared at him, uncomfortable with the close
proximity of his body so close to hers and her runaway emotions.
“I’m not hurt and you’re
okay. Nothing bad happened.” He pressed her against the edge of her bed and
dropped an arm to her lower back. Mia almost died when his lips feathered over
her skin of her throat. Soft at first, until he worked a path up her neck,
swept a finger along her jaw line and nipped to her lips.
Dormant need blazed to
life. Mia turned aggressor, wrapping her legs around his waist and planting her
lips over his mouth. Tongues tangled. Moaning into his mouth, she found the hem
of his shirt and thrust her hands up his chest. Dire helped her take the
T-shirt off. God, he
is so sexy. To think she’d been totally naked in front of him this
whole time left her feeling inhibited.
“Don’t get shy on me
now. You looked damn sexy wearing my name.” He bit into the curve of her neck
while palming the globes of her ass. His sparse chest hair abraded her
sensitive nipples. Wetness drenched her thighs as he laid her down. Dire paused
assaulting her mouth to grab a condom out of his pocket. She watched enthralled
as he unbuttoned his jeans and shrugged out of them to cover his heavy cock.
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