A Twist of Betrayal

Published: 04/01/2016

ISBN Digital: 9781509206797
ISBN Print: 9781509206797
Page Count: 266
Word Count: 66615
Rating: Spicy

Justine Franklin is taken hostage during a store robbery and little does she know the robbery is just a stage for something much bigger. She soon discovers her husband, the man who holds her heart, a respected officer of the law, is not the man she thought he was.

When Dan Franklin learns his wife has been kidnapped, he knows the past he’s kept hidden from everyone, even Justine, has come back to haunt him. While their memories give them strength, their deep love will soon be put to the greatest test.

Dan’s terrified he can't save Justine or the child she carries. And though he is not afraid to do whatever it takes to get Justine back, can he do it and keep safe the secret he's kept for the last decade? Or will his past destroy them both?


Dan didn’t look at her. He kept his gaze glued on the guy with the gun. He knew in his heart if he looked at his wife, if he saw the fear in her eyes, he might do something stupid that he would definitely regret later. As soon as they got through this, he would look at her. He would tell her how much he loved her and he’d kiss her.

He moved to take another step closer, but he stopped when his walking nightmare shifted his hold on the gun and pointed it at Justine’s temple.

“But you’re wrong.”

As soon as Dan stopped advancing, the gun was moved from Justine and back on him.

“I do want her.” Her abductor spoke in clear, concise words. “And I think you know I won’t hesitate to hurt you in order to keep her. Just as I won’t hesitate to hurt her to get to you. I could easily shoot both your knees and allow you to watch as I show you just how much I want her. Would you like that?”

“No,” Dan said without hesitation.

“Then don’t come any closer,” he warned.

“Let her go and I’ll let you live.”

“What happened to the oath you took, Officer Franklin, to protect and to serve?”

“It doesn’t pertain to you.”

“Well, then I don’t think I have a choice, do you?”

Then quickly, the kidnapper moved and shifted the gun still pointing it in Dan’s direction. Dan couldn’t dive out of the line of fire quick enough.

Everything happened at once. The gun went off, sending the crack of an explosion echoing through the campground. Dan was aware of Justine’s scream and the sounds of movement, the rustle of the trees.

Dan felt the sharp, cold gust of air whip past his arm. It was followed by the burning of sudden pain. He swore under his breath and laid on the ground. How was he supposed to save his wife if he was shot?

He found himself flat on his back, lying on a soft carpet of pine needles looking at the blue sky. He grit his teeth to keep from crying out because of the horrific pain in his arm. The warmth of his blood hit the cool air. He forced himself up. He had to save Justine. But he knew before he even raised himself from the ground that she and her assailant were gone.

Somewhere farther away, Justine was screaming, and her screams were fading with distance. Then he heard the sliding of a door, then a slam. A van door.

Dan pulled himself to his feet. He had to stop them. He had to. An engine burst into life. He ran in the direction of the sound. It didn’t sound too far away.

He ignored the blood drenching his sleeve. He tried to ignore the wave of dizziness that washed over him. It was harder to fight as the dizziness continued to build, and when he tripped over a dead branch, he found himself on the ground again.

By the time he hauled himself to his feet, he could hear the sound of the engine fading with their departure. He knew he couldn’t catch them, not on foot, not without help. So instead of chasing after them in the direction they’d gone, he turned and headed back to his truck. He had a radio inside. He cursed himself now for not thinking to use it to call for help when he first heard Justine in the campground.

It was merely a moment later that he was on the radio calling for help. But it was the longest moment of his life. It took everything he possessed not to climb into his truck and go after his wife. But his arm was bleeding, and with the headache and dizziness that still threatened, he couldn’t take the chance getting behind the wheel. He would do Justine no good by crashing his truck into a tree or worse—a family of five on their way to pick pumpkins.

So he waited for help. Then as if his strength left him along with the blood streaming from the wound on his arm, he opened the door and allowed himself to sink until he sat on the edge of the seat in the truck. He stared at the sign of the entrance to the campground and tried not to think of what that madman might do to Justine. Or about the dried blood on her face. Or the way she looked up at him with her big, brown eyes just like he remembered she did the first night he met her.

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