Although each story in this book is unique, they all share the same initial undercurrent of loss as well as the “founding” aspect that brings their heroines through their trials, intact and stronger - love.
LOST & FOUND …the losses we endure with the happy endings we strive for, from Nicolette Grey and Hot Ink Press - because love should never be boring!
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“Moving Violations” (Book 1 in LOST AND FOUND) Excerpt:
Bobby Lee stared out the window. He wouldn’t meet her eyes as their driver opened the door and pulled him to his feet. “All right now, folks, here’s what we’re going to do. Bobby Lee, I’m going to un-cuff you. Go to the front desk of the Sandpiper Motel across the street and ring the bell. When the girl comes, get us a room. And, Bobby Lee? Remember what I told you – as long as y’all do what I say, you’ll both be fine.”
“Let me see your badge,” Georgia Rae insisted as cold fingers of panic gripped her gut. “You’re way out of line, here.”
The cop removed his hat and ran a large hand through his hair. Unbuttoning the shirt of his uniform, he removed it and draped it across the seat. Beneath the blue and gray, he was wearing a plain white t-shirt. “Do I need to remind you about Spindrift Drive?” he said in his slow southern drawl.
Georgia Rae swallowed hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He chuckled and ran a finger across her cheek. “You and your boyfriend are thieves. I caught you red-handed, so I suggest you shut the hell up.”
“Jail. Breaking and Entering’s a Class H felony. Let’s see - that’s four to twenty-five years, I believe. Now, are you going to behave, or do I have to run you in?”
Georgia Rae slumped in the seat staring at her bound hands. Her dreams of California evaporated before her eyes.
“Lost Canyon” (Book 2. in LOST AND FOUND) Excerpt:
Cecilia stepped from the wagon as they entered the dust-strewn town of Lost Canyon and turned to her father with a weary shake of her head.
“Are we there, yet?”
“Not quite, darlin’.” Wayne Tibbits’ voice was terse as he wiped the sweat from his brow. He softened the disappointing news with a brief upturn of his chapped lips and pointed ahead to the distant mountains. “All we’ve got left is the Bighorn Mountains – once we’re over them, we’re home.”
She sighed and lifted her petticoats as she stepped over the muddy ruts left from another wagon of travelers headed west. “How many more days?”
Her father looked to the sky and frowned. “Ten’s my guess, if the weather holds. Don’t reckon it will, though. Not from the looks of those clouds overhead.” He patted the seat beside him. “Climb back up and wait here. I’ll ask at the saloon about a place where we can camp tonight - someplace with water and good grass for the horses.”
Cecilia returned to the wagon and hauled herself up. “This is Indian territory. Don’t you think we’d be better off staying within the town limits?”
“Time And A Half…Plus Benefits” (Book 3. In LOST AND FOUND) Excerpt:
The screech came from an upper window out of which Trulee Hightower leaned, frowning fiercely. “I’m not paying you to stand around talking! Start unloading! I want everything marked with an orange sticker to come in first.”
“Gotcha, boss,” Will shouted. Turning to Missy he whispered, “I told you so.”
From the back of the truck, Matt indicated a large walnut dresser. “Let’s get that one out of the way, Willy Boy. With any luck this’ll go smoothly and we’ll be done early.”
“You’re not driving back to New York tonight, are you?” Missy asked.
“Nope,” Will said, rolling his eyes. “Matt’s an eternal optimist. The way Trulee operates, it’ll take at least two days to unload this shit and get it set up. The Twoomeys sprung for hotel rooms for the whole crew for the night. Us included. The soonest we’ll be leaving is tomorrow afternoon.”
“Why?” Matt said, turning to her with a sly grin. “Got something in mind?”
Missy felt heat flood her cheeks and shook her head. Ignoring the flutter in her belly, she headed for her car.
“Windswept Beach” (Book 4. in LOST AND FOUND) Excerpt:
“Well, finally! It’s about time you two showed up!”
Anna’s eyes traveled up the path to the front porch and settled on the voice’s owner, a tall man with dark hair, muscular build, and wide grin. He waved when he caught her eye and took a sip from the plastic glass he held in his hand.
“Hi Bruce,” she called, forcing a smile. “Good to see you.”
In ten steps he was across the yard and standing in the driveway. Anna found herself engulfed in a bear hug as the big man turned to clap Carter’s hand. “Hey, stranger! Meredith and I figured you missed your plane. We were just about to take your room.”
“Our flight was late leaving Atlanta so we missed our connection in Nassau,” Anna said, disentangling herself from his embrace. “Luckily, they had room for us on the next plane out.”
Carter dropped his suitcase at his feet and turned to greet his old college roommate properly, with a mock tackle courtesy of their old college football days. “Later’s better than never,” he said, landing on his back. He dusted himself off as Bruce helped him to his feet. “Good to see you, man.”
THE GODDESS OF BLACKWATER POND
Coming in June 2013
The God retraced his steps. Entering the alley, he stopped at the Yukon to retrieve the cup of coffee before approaching the pharmacy’s rear entrance. The tingling in his fingers expanded, coursing down his arms in waves, making control difficult. He relaxed his features into practiced calm as he rapped against the door. There was no need to break into the building; he knew she was expecting him. A moment later, the knob twisted and the door swung silently inward. Without invitation, he stepped inside.
“Hello, love,” he said, thrusting the cup of hot coffee toward her.
She smiled up at him, a red halo of curls framing her pale face. Thin, with angular features and light blue eyes, she was a classic beauty, made all the more so, he thought, for her lack of the knowledge.
“Thanks for coming to pick me up,” she said, taking the cup. “My car should be ready on Monday. Wait here a minute and I’ll shut off the camera so you can come in. I just need a couple more minutes to close the register.”
The God bent to kiss her cheek. “No worries, love. Take your time.”
He didn’t release her immediately, gratified when she lingered in his embrace. When she finally pulled away, she was blushing.
“The camera,” she said, tucking a stray curl behind her ear.
“Of course,” he said, dropping his arms.
She left him in the doorway and hurried across the room. A moment later, the security camera disabled, she returned. “Wait here,” she said, taking his hand and leading him into the body of the building. “I’ll be right back.”
Settling his lanky frame against the wall, The God watched her take a long sip of coffee before resuming her end of the night duties. Cup in hand, she moved behind the counter with deft efficiency, shutting down the computer and filing prescriptions into their appropriate folders. He admired that about her, her efficiency. It was something he’d enjoy relieving her of.
Meet the Author:
Nicolette Grey began writing three years ago as a way to express her creativity. She has since segued from middle grade and literary fiction to her newest passion, erotic romance. Her two published shorts will soon be joined by another anthology selection ("Snow White" in FETISH FAIRY TALES, edited by Amanda Browning for Hot Ink Press) and two solo books (LOST AND FOUND, and THE GODDESS OF BLACKWATER POND).
When she’s not writing, she enjoys running and hiking with her husband and the family dog.