A voice from the past cries out for help and Corey finds himself reunited
with the only woman who'd ever rocked his world straight off the axis. But
twelve years is a long time apart. Both of them have moved on, but, tragically,
Angela is no longer the lighthearted woman he once knew and loved.
Caught in a nasty divorce and custody battle, Angela will do anything to keep
her son with her. After seven years of a rocky marriage, she's only just
beginning to figure out what kind of a man her husband truly is.
Angela makes it clear to Corey she doesn't want or need his help. She's got
her own insurance to secure her case. But Corey is determined to shield his old
flame anyway because she doesn't seem to realize her "insurance" is more than
likely to get her dead sooner rather than later. Given that Corey's up against a
man with no intention of letting his son go, it's a race to see who ends up in a
casket first.
Romance Military
[Valley Publishing, On Sale: April 10, 2018,
e-Book, ISBN: 9781773360690 / eISBN: 9781773360683]
Angela gripped the steering wheel with more force than necessary. She tried to
relax, to unclench her grip around the leather, but it was as if her fingers
were claws. She didn't have a clue where she was going. Somehow she had taken a
wrong turn, and, instead of heading to her aunt's cabin, she had ended up on
this bloody highway. A turnoff was up ahead. She took it and slowed down,
realizing belatedly the speed she'd been traveling. Her nerves were shot, and
she could swear to God she'd been followed for the large part of this journey.
A black pickup seemed to sit on her ass for the last several hours as she drove
up the California coast.
Then suddenly there was no sign of it. That made her more worried than ever.
She'd wanted to stop and check in with Bridget, let her know she was okay, but
she was afraid her phone was being tracked, so she had turned it off. It was
just way too easy to get people you loved in deep trouble. And that was
something she couldn't handle.
She was desperate to get Joshua back, but she didn't know how to accomplish
that.
For some wild reason, she'd thought Corey would be able to help her. But she
hadn't even stayed long enough to explain it to him. How would she tell him, as
the father of the child she'd lost, that the father of her second child was
trying to take her out of the equation?
She gave a bitter laugh. "I can really choose men. I walked away from a good one
and ended up with a crazy one."
She pulled into a gas station and got out. She not only needed to fill the tank
in the car but she needed food and a rest stop.
She finished pumping gas, paid for it with her credit card and then froze. She
pounded the roof of her car and bowed her head. "Shit. Shit. Shit. Somebody can
track my credit card use."
She stared bleakly out at the world around her as she parked her car by the
nearby restaurant. "I was not cut out to do this."
Exhausted, worried, she walked inside, ordered coffee and a sandwich, and sat
down in the far corner. She'd very quickly learned to sit in such a way where
she could watch the traffic coming and going, keeping an eye on anybody who
appeared to be watching her. When her coffee arrived, she stared at it with
longing. It would still be at least two minutes before it cooled enough for her
to drink it.
And she was rather desperate for the caffeine hit. When the sandwich arrived
soon afterward, she swallowed that down in several bites and then sat back to
enjoy the coffee. She didn't know where she was going at the moment. She needed
to ask somebody for help, but she didn't want to draw any attention to herself.
She had a GPS option on her phone, but the roads in the area were not
well-enough marked to use it. She brought out the address from her pocket and
the old map she had stuffed in the back of the car's glove box, then had
transferred to her purse.
Once she had figured out where she was, she realized she'd taken a wrong turn
about forty minutes back. She groaned. "I'll be a couple more hours getting
there."
Dale Mayer is a prolific multi-published writer. She's best known for her
Psychic Vision Series. Besides her romantic suspense/thrillers, Dale also writes
paranormal romance and crossover young adult books in different genres.
To go with her fiction, she writes nonfiction in many different fields
with books available on resume writing, companion gardening and the US mortgage
system.
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