Writer Liv Corrigan has the worst luck with men -- her telepathy
tends to make them run for the hills. When she meets widower and
ex-cop Jack Roarke, she decides to keep her talent hidden. Things are
looking up until their third date crashes and burns as the man who
murdered Jack’s wife turns out to be after him too.
Injured, Jack retreats with Liv to his house under armed guard. But with Liv’s mysteries rapidly coming unraveled, a diamond-thief killer to stop and passion in the air, the safe house is anything but safe for their hearts!
Injured, Jack retreats with Liv to his house under armed guard. But with Liv’s mysteries rapidly coming unraveled, a diamond-thief killer to stop and passion in the air, the safe house is anything but safe for their hearts!
No
light reached here in the bowels of the city. The air was thick with
the stench of garbage, smoke, and prostitution for those lovely
people who didn’t care enough to rent a room.
Summer
heat in northern Alabama, the thermometer had been bursting at 103
degrees by noon, made the smell walk like a living thing. Sissy
passed her penlight beam over the building’s brick wall. Graffiti
announced the sort of things one human being could do to another.
‘Mickey,’ Jack’s informant, always showed on the signal, but
not this time. He had a gut feeling to grab his wife, turn and run as
hard and fast as he could. The premonition flashed through him dark
and heavy.
Copper,
the raw taste of fear, slid over his tongue. Both drew, half
expecting to find the informant dead, definitely to find trouble.
Neck deep in a suspected smuggling ring, they’d had their share of
scrapes lately.
Jack
screamed at her and his dream self, though he knew she couldn’t
hear him.
“Run,
baby, please.”
Why?
Why do I have to watch over and over again? His heart and soul cried
out from the wrenching pain. Please, God, have mercy! Just let me die
with her this time.
He
finally felt the prickles of warning on the back of his neck. The
nauseating pain spread from the base of his skull to his temples and
lastly in front of his eyes. Finally able to see the threat, Jack
knew, the vision came far too late. Someone was watching them, unseen
from high atop the neighboring building.
“Get
out, Sissy!” Jack screamed. “It’s a trap! Run!” He fired two
shots in the direction of his unknown attacker.
Three
shots pealed through the dark. Two pinged off the brick. She turned
toward his shouted warning and barely had time to call out before the
third slammed into her chest. Dazed, she clutched her breast.
Jack
returned the fire instinctively, getting off another six rounds,
before the gun dropped from his hand. A dark stain spread across her
white silk dinner blouse. He caught her as she cried out and crumpled
to the ground. He pressed his hand over hers, a futile attempt to
staunch the wound.
All
that blood, so much gushing out of the hole in her heart. Oh, God!
It
pulsed and dripped across her hand where his ring rested on her slim
finger. An hour ago, it had seemed they had a lifetime to live, love,
but now they might have minutes only. Maybe not even that long. He’d
seen men die, had killed before, but nothing compared to watching the
woman he loved bleed to death in his arms. There wasn’t anything he
could do.
“Help
us! Somebody!” He rocked her back and forth gently, and dug his
cellphone out of his pocket. The alley fell silent. Her attacker had
accomplished his mission.
Another
vision came, along with a sickening sense of loss. She would be gone
before help would come. Helpless, Jack fought back the drowning tears
and grief he already felt, and lied to her. “It’s going to be all
right, Sissy, just hold on to me.” He stroked her hair, kissed her
cheek. She shuddered in his arms as though she’d never be warm
again. He dialed 9-1-1. “Detective Jackson Roarke. I need a bus
at…” He rattled off the address. “Officer down, I repeat
officer down. Bullet wound to the chest. Hurry, damn it!”
“Don’t
lie to me. I’m as good…as dead. You see it.” Her breath hitched
as blood gurgled from her throat and stained her lips.
“Catch
them for me, Jack. Promise me.” She clutched his shirt, pleading.
“I
will, but you’ll help me. You’ll be there to help me.”
She
nodded.
He
looked back toward the gaping mouth of the alley. Where were the
medics? He couldn’t panic, couldn’t afford to let his mind go
frantic. Maybe he was wrong and what he saw wouldn’t come to pass.
When he was about to give up all hope, the screaming sirens ripped
the night air. Help was here. His vision had to be wrong, born of
panic instead of the gift. Serena must live.
“Almost
here.” She was so cold. How could she be so cold already?
“I
love…Jack…tell…Sorry.”
“Don’t
say it, not now.”
“Live.”
She whispered, “Just live.”
He
felt Serena’s spirit leave her body before fingers left a trail of
blood to mix with his tears. Her bright green eyes lost their spark,
faded and then saw nothing. His vision had happened. Serena Roarke
was dead.
He
shook her, rocked her, begged and pleaded. He cursed God and the
devil, but she was beyond him now. Jack looked down to the bright red
covering the concrete, her and him. Never again, he thought. Even
though he wasn’t exactly sure what that meant. He tossed his shield
on the ground, where their weapons lay in her pooling blood. Cradling
his dead wife in his arms, Jack curled into a ball, rocked her
lifeless body, and sobbed inconsolably.
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the Author: Brynna Curry was born south of the Mason-Dixon Line.
After living all over the southern states, she finally landed in
North Alabama where she lives with her husband and their three
children. Growing up, books fueled her dreams and imagination,
ultimately becoming her salvation during the hardest times in her
life.Writing is her passion, but she enjoys the fun of sharing those
stories with others by reviewing books and working in publicity.
When
she isn’t writing or promoting, she’s often found haunting the
library for new books to read or just spending an quiet evening at
home with Jackie watching old westerns on TV. Although her wizards,
shifters and vampires are as real to her as anyone, she insists love
is the truest magic and with it every day is another wonderful
adventure.
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Thanks for being a guest on Penny's Tales Brynna. All your books look fabulous!
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