Romantic Suspense
Date Published: September 21, 2015
Some people run for exercise while others run for fun. Abby Stone spends most days running for her life.
After Abby Stone’s ex-boyfriend shows up at her new hideout and she uses a bottle of wine as an impromptu weapon, calling the police is out of the question. His family has a knack for erasing charges and pesky restraining orders. Desperate, she prays for help. A magical suitcase appears and she’s compelled to play an unsettling game involving a sexy, kind stranger while staying one breath ahead of her stalker.
Dylan Reece has overcome tragedy and enjoys life as a single Key West handyman and fisherman. Yet Abby’s sad, wary eyes hold secrets and a chance for his redemption, if not more…
Will the magic of their love be enough to save them?
After Abby Stone’s ex-boyfriend shows up at her new hideout and she uses a bottle of wine as an impromptu weapon, calling the police is out of the question. His family has a knack for erasing charges and pesky restraining orders. Desperate, she prays for help. A magical suitcase appears and she’s compelled to play an unsettling game involving a sexy, kind stranger while staying one breath ahead of her stalker.
Dylan Reece has overcome tragedy and enjoys life as a single Key West handyman and fisherman. Yet Abby’s sad, wary eyes hold secrets and a chance for his redemption, if not more…
Will the magic of their love be enough to save them?
“Uh, sorry.” She shoved the phone back into her shorts pocket, checked the number on the pump, and strode into the station. The place was empty at this hour of the morning, aside from the clerk behind the counter and a middle-aged man helping himself at the hotdog rotisserie. The other customer turned and gazed, a heartbeat too long for Abby’s comfort, before he looked away. The overhead lights flickered and hummed, lending a creepy mood to the cramped space. She fumbled for her cash.
Note to self. Stop watching Hitchcock movies at all hours of the night.
Abby jumped when the clerk spoke. “Pump four, right?” At her nod, he asked, “Anything else?”
She felt the other man’s gaze settle on her once more as she shook her head. “No, thanks.” Too freaked out to look back, she fled the building, anxious to refill the tank and put more miles behind her. Had Kyle been the one on the line? How had he found her number?
Quaking with fear, she jammed the nozzle into her car and squeezed the trigger, willing the gas to pump faster. She tapped her fingers on the hood of the car. The bell on the gas station’s door rang as the middle-aged man stepped out and moved toward her. He stared at her, and she couldn’t help but stare back. Did she know him? Worse, did he recognize her?
Note to self. Stop watching Hitchcock movies at all hours of the night.
Abby jumped when the clerk spoke. “Pump four, right?” At her nod, he asked, “Anything else?”
She felt the other man’s gaze settle on her once more as she shook her head. “No, thanks.” Too freaked out to look back, she fled the building, anxious to refill the tank and put more miles behind her. Had Kyle been the one on the line? How had he found her number?
Quaking with fear, she jammed the nozzle into her car and squeezed the trigger, willing the gas to pump faster. She tapped her fingers on the hood of the car. The bell on the gas station’s door rang as the middle-aged man stepped out and moved toward her. He stared at her, and she couldn’t help but stare back. Did she know him? Worse, did he recognize her?
Author Jolyse Barnett writes contemporary romance and romantic suspense. As a little girl growing up in upstate New York on the shores of Lake Champlain, she enjoyed chasing fireflies, riding her ten-speed bike on winding country roads, and playing horseshoes at family picnics through endless summers. Winter was another kind of adventure for an active kid, with skiing in the Adirondack Mountains, trips to the local public library to feed a voracious reading habit, and ice skating with her siblings on a frozen pond near her childhood home. Much to the confusion of her peers, she discovered the thrill of storytelling at a young age, often forgetting to differentiate between fact and fantasy. Thankfully her fifth grade teacher encouraged her to memorize poems and create her own—unleashing her inner writer. After graduating from high school, she developed a more practical side. She earned a degree in Writing, fell in love with her best friend, and now lives her happily-ever-after in Long Island suburbia. Who knew the dream home would include a leaky kitchen faucet, piles of laundry, and a too-hairy cat? But with love, it's all good. She enjoys a fulfilling day job where she shares her love of language and explores the world one vacation at a time with her two children and real-life hero. Jolyse loves to connect with her readers. You can find her social media links and book news at http://jolysebarnett.com
Contact Information
Website: http://jolysebarnett.com
Purchase Links
No comments:
Post a Comment