One Red Shoe












ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-016-1
ISBN Print: 978-1-62830-015-4
Page Count: 368
Word Count: 89965
Rating: Spicy(PG13)


 

Daria Mason's life is too predictable. Nothing ever happens in her small Iowa town where everybody knows everybody else. But when she travels to New York City looking for a little excitement, she never expects to bring home a wounded spy.

From the moment agent Sam Jozwiak steals intel vital to US security from a Russian Mafia kingpin, Murphy's Law takes over. No matter how he covers his tracks, the kingpin's assassins find him. What's worse than getting shot in the butt? Accepting help from an Iowa tourist.

Sam and Daria flee cross country with the assassins right behind them. Sharing danger and excitement--and a few kisses--with Sam soon has Daria convinced he's the man for her. He thinks she'll be better off once he's out of her life for good. With their lives on the line, can she convince him they belong together?

Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 368
Word Count: 89965
978-1-62830-015-4 Paperback
978-1-62830-016-1 Digital

Excerpt:

For the second time in her life, Daria Mason came face-to-face with a man pointing a weapon at her. A pervert, with unzipped jeans, wielded a green box knife. Because she’d raced into the restroom without checking out the situation, he now stood between her and the exit.

She was at the end of the proverbial rope. After walking in circles, she finally found a restroom and nobody was stopping her from using it. Especially not someone playing copycat with that guy in the movie who wore one red shoe.

“I am having a really bad day,” she declared in the don’t cross me voice she used on her brothers. As soon as her words echoed off the hideous pink and black tiled walls and floor, she lowered her voice. “You are in the wrong place, mister. Now zip up and get out.” She pointed straight-armed toward the door.

The man shook his head and set the flimsy knife on the counter. “Lady, you have more guts than sense. You are in the wrong place, at the wrong time.” His voice was even softer than hers. He eyed her with a look so dark and intense it paralyzed her like a hawk freezes its prey. She swallowed past the fear in her throat, certain it sounded like a gulp.




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