Senator Jordan Dupré is reluctant to revisit her past. That thought crumbles at the sight of Deacon Burke. His commanding presence and charming smile transports her back to her youth. Back then, she kissed, loved, lied, and left him—taking a life-changing secret with her.
Scorned by Jordan’s dishonesty, Deke swears he never wants to see her lying face again. However, his heart knows better, and he never stops thinking of her. When Jordan’s husband is killed, Deke is summoned to the Senator’s aid, by an unlikely source—Unfortunately, he brings a secret of his own.
Will secrets from their past reignite their cherished moments?
On the parking lot, a still Louisiana breeze wafted soothingly over Jordan’s shoulders, yet an eerie feeling shook her insides. Taking in her surroundings, she noticed that the parking lot was completely dark. She couldn’t see the pole where the security light should have burned. The entire scene was odd and eerie.
"Goodness. What happened to the light?" Jordan bolstered her courage to proceed. She pressed the button on the key fob to open the car locks.
After opening the door, she tossed her precious hatbox onto the back seat, then leaned forward to lay the folder on the floor. Something was wrong, and her skin crawled in warning.
When Jordan stood, she shoved her hand into her purse, and then closed her fingers around a protective device. She shut the door, and it slammed like thunder in the quiet of the night.
Hearing a strange noise, Jordan realized she wasn’t alone. The smell of cheap cologne, and stale cigarette smoke permeated her nose. In response, she turned her head to seek out the source.
A medium build man hovered at the rear of her car, and stood near the trunk. With a black leather cap turned backwards, the man was dressed in a dark, oversized tee shirt, and black jeans. As if driven by anger, he huffed, each breath filling the air with his labored breath. Before Jordan could gather her wits, the man rushed toward her.
The man wasn’t the only one with a surprise. Jordan took a step, then squeezed the trigger on her Taser. He howled loudly, as the lead must have found its mark. However, that charge didn’t deter him. With his hand around her throat, Jordan was in an honest-to-God struggle for her life.
Choking from a lack of oxygen, Jordan knew the man would not have the upper hand if she remained calm. No matter what defensive tactic she used, nothing seemed to work. She’d been overpowered.
"Pay up," he threatened, "or else your slutty past hits the Internet."
Will Jordan outlive her past? Or pay with her life?
Tell me, readers. What do you think?