When a horrific accident awakens Sienna Duncan in the middle of the night, the wretched event drags personal nightmares into the light. Then she’s in the wrong place at the right time, and saves an innocent puppy from a gunshot wound while the perpetrators race away. But she was seen…

Deputy Kane Logan, a transplant from Wyoming, is hopeful of finding salvation in a small town in Virginia. He’s running from tragedies he can no longer tolerate while working on a horrific crime involving the local teenagers. A chance meeting with the stunning Sienna awakens his soul and they begin a new and guarded relationship. But someone wants her dead…

As threats continue and Kane fights to save innocent lives from a powerful drug, Sienna is pulled into a game of cat and mouse. Until they’re both forced to face their personal demons. The truth will be told, but at what cost? Is someone from her past threatening her new life? Can she find safety in the arms of the man she loves? Will Kane find the strength to become her protector?

This is book two in the Rescue Me series but can be read as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This suspense-filled romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of danger, mystery, discipline, explicit scenes, and adult language. If any of these elements offend you, please do not purchase.

 

 

 

Excerpt

 

 

Two questions turned into twenty or more. By the time Sienna jumped in her car, without a contract in hand, she was already ten minutes late. Her bestie would be pissed. She zoomed out of the driveway and pressed the call button on her steering wheel. The moment she hit the two-lane road, she screeched. “Fuck this!” The bright green and yellow tractor was blocking more than half the road. At this rate, she’d arrive at her destination tomorrow.

“Katie Stevens. Best girlfriend and all around dumpee. How can I help you?”

“Very funny,” Sienna said through clenched teeth as she opened the driver’s window, darting her head into the wind. “I’m running late.”

“Obviously. Where are you, in a wind tunnel?” Katie snarked.

She slapped her hand on the steering wheel. There was far too much oncoming traffic to consider going around the jerk. While she adored living in Goochland County, Virginia, horse country to most, she didn’t appreciate the farm vehicles taking over the road. “Just finished with a client.”

“Ah, the albatross. Did you finally sell the POS?”

“Hell no. Or ‘we’ll call you tomorrow’ which means a big. Fat. No. Where are we meeting again?”

“Cooper Winery and Restaurant? You know, the happening new place in Short Pump Town Center?”

Sienna shrunk back in her seat. She might as well relax. The tall glass of wine was going to have to wait. “I remember. I should be there in about fifteen minutes. Ten if I hurry.”

“Careful, lead foot. I’ll just have to savor the enticing men all by myself. What a pity,” Katie purred.

“You’re a bitch.”

“And you love me. See you when you get here.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Sienna ended the call. Cursing certainly wasn’t going to help, but at this point, she didn’t care. The day had been much like the rest of the week, no month—shitty. She had to admit, she was curious as to who the powerful man could be? Some celebrity? No, her boss didn’t know anyone of importance. Now, she didn’t even have a day off to look forward to. Perfect. Her disgruntlement turning to anger, she snapped on the satellite radio, switching to an 80’s station. Maybe some sexy hair band music would get her out of her funk.

After another five minutes of Mr. Tractor Boy, she’d had enough. Peering out the window once again, she grinned seeing a clear road ahead. She pressed down on the accelerator and deftly zoomed past the obstruction and back into her lane. “Thank God.” Now, she was on her way.

Smiling, she turned up the music and rolled down her other window. What was wrong with a little wind in her hair. A sexy look for a hot new bar. Singing along to the music, she continued on her way.

“What the hell?” A quick glance in her rearview mirror forced goose bumps along the back of her neck and arms. The flashing blue lights were immediately behind her, on her tail, as if the sheriff had been trying to get her to stop for some time. Groaning, she slowed down, eased her hand out the window in a slight wave, and pulled over onto a dirt road.

This wasn’t the way to end her day. Her left foot was tapping absently on the floorboard and she gripped the steering wheel with enough pressure that her knuckles were white. She only darted one look in the rearview mirror and that was enough. “I’m in Deliverance.” All she was able to see was a Stetson style hat and a pair of shaded sunglasses.

The scattered crunch of gravel mixed with the two honks from passing truckers and she jumped with each footstep. The sound was too reminiscent of the most horrible day of her life. By the time the lawman placed his hand on top of her car and leaned down, she was breathless, fear trickling from her stomach to her shaking legs. “Officer.”

I’m a lonely man who knows

Just what it means to lose control

The Whitesnake song continued, the singer’s voice full of husk. She slapped at the knob, finally managing on the third try to turn down the volume. She noticed he didn’t move a muscle.

“Just a deputy, ma’am. Did you know you were speeding and passed a tractor in a no-passing zone?”

His voice was velvety smooth with a touch of rough and ready, the tone meant for pitching movie trailers for action flicks. Sienna dared a look in his direction just as he removed his sunglasses. She sucked in her breath and kept her death grip on the steering wheel. Staring back at her were two of the greenest eyes she’d ever seem, In the late afternoon sun, they shimmered, flecks of gold and emerald green intense and penetrating. “Wow.”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, I’m so sorry I was exceeding the speed limit and it’s miss. I just wanted to get past Mr. Farmer.” She noticed a slight smile as she read his name tag. Deputy Logan.

“You were going seventy-three in a fifty-five. Fortunately, that isn’t considered reckless driving. However, passing on a double yellow line is.”

Sighing, she rested her head on her hands. “Idiot. Idiot. Fucking idiot.”

“Ma’am. I need to see your license and registration.” Deputy Logan’s voice held a slightly disconcerted sound.

“Yes. Of course. I’m sorry. Long week. Sucky long week. No, a shitty and horrific bad week.” Rambling, she fumbled to find the appropriate information. “Here. Here you go. I think I have everything. I should have what you need.”

“Ma’am. Take it easy. I’m just going to run your license through. I’ll be right back.”

Sienna slumped back in her seat but couldn’t help watching him as he walked back to his car. Lord, the man looked dynamite in a pair of khakis. She couldn’t help but imagine him in a tight pair of well-worn blue jeans. Or a pair of red briefs. Or nothing at all. Swallowing, she shook her head and looked away. The last thing she needed to do was fantasize about some cop. Then again, she did enjoy a man in uniform.