#Synopsis:
After sustaining
injuries in the line of duty, Trever Alexander was forced to leave his SEAL
team and all he worked for. In the midst of considering a job offer with GAPS,
he was thrown into an assignment, one that brought him face to face with the
woman he’d left behind.
One day Allyson
Mason is living a normal, quiet life, and the next she is on the run. She
doesn’t know who or what she’s running from. All she knows is that if she wants
to stay alive she has to keep moving. She calls the only person she knows that
might be able to help.
Chased by both
physical and mental horrors, Trever and Allyson must put their emotions aside
and work together.
Excerpt
She turned around to face Trever. “I can’t leave Texas.”
“The fuck you can’t.” He now
stood near the window, his back still to her. “You’re in danger here.”
“Don’t you think I realize that?”
Her voice rose, which was better than giving in to the tears she wanted to
shed. How had everything worked out like this? It was supposed to be a simple
run to the store, then Anthony threw everything away and dragged her down with
him.
“No, I don’t.” Trever turned back
to look at her, his hand gesturing toward the door. “Otherwise you’d have been
more careful. What the hell were you thinking, not even bothering to put the
latch on the door? Are you hoping they catch you?”
“I…I…didn’t think…” she
stammered, knowing she had messed up. If Trever had gotten in without her
hearing a sound, anyone could have.
Someone else could have been waiting for her when she exited the shower
completely unaware.
“You’re right, you didn’t think,
and you could have gotten yourself killed.”
He stood there unmoving as if she
went through this type of shit all the time. She was out of her element and she
knew it. It was why she’d called Brier.
“You’re the fucking SEAL, not me,”
she spat. “It’s not like I run for my life every other day. I don’t know what
the hell I’m doing!” She sank down onto the bed again and stared at the floor.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have run. If I’d stayed I—”
“You’d be dead,” He finished for
her. He came around the bed to stand in front of her. “A drug deal? Damn it,
Allie, are you hooked on that shit?”
“What?” She looked at him,
blinking as she tried to adjust to the sudden swing in the conversation.
“If you’re messed up on that shit
I need to know. I can’t have you strung out. In order to get you out of here I
need you with a clear head.”
“I thought you knew me better
than that, Trever. I don’t do drugs.” Tired of her emotions pulling her in two
different directions she forced herself to look away from him and let her gaze
fall onto the duffel bag that held everything she now owned, which wasn’t much.
“Just get out. I don’t need your help.”
“I think you do.”
“You left me…” The words were out
before she could stop them. That simple statement was the root of the newest
turmoil inside her and was the one reason she was rejecting his help, though she
hadn’t meant to verbalize it. She didn’t want him to know that she still missed
him.
“That’s not what this is about.
#BuyNow:
Amazon – http://amzn.to/1PiqN53
#MeetTheAuthor:
Born and raised in the Pittsburgh,
Pennsylvania area, Marissa Dobson now resides about an hour from Washington,
D.C. She’s a lady who likes to keep busy, and is always busy doing something.
With two different college degrees, she believes you are never done learning.
Being the first daughter to an avid
reader, this gave her the advantage of learning to read at a young age. Since
learning to read she has always had her nose in a book. It wasn’t until she was
a teenager that she started writing down the stories she came up with.
Marissa is blessed with a wonderful
supportive husband, Thomas. He’s her other half and allows her to stay home and
pursue her writing. He puts up with all her quirks and listens to her
brainstorm in the middle of the night.
Her writing buddy Cameron (a cocker
spaniel) is always around to listen to her bounce ideas off him. He might not
be able to answer, but he's helpful in his own ways.
She loves to hear from readers so send her
an email at marissa@marissadobson.com or visit her online at
http://www.marissadobson.com.
No comments:
Post a Comment