Sara’s emotionally abusive husband dies unexpectedly. She’s struggling to reclaim the intelligent, independent person she was before she married. She vows never to let a man take over her life again. Now she’s part of a special team, training to help other women.
Mac is has been responsible for training women in special ops techniques so they are prepared when they are challenged to save other women. When he meets Sara sparks fly between them. He wants her to quit the training and let him take care of her.
Sara graduates and now she and her team have to save Sara’s daughter from a serial killer. Can Mac step back and trust her in a dangerous situation? Can Sara and Mac resolve their issues, or will they go in opposite directions?
“What the hell happened?” Carly’s voice reverberated against the metal walls. She strode through the door into the refurbished meat freezer, now The Foundation’s office.
The room had been part of an old meat packing warehouse in the Bronx are of New York City. The metal outer walls kept the cold inside. Even though they’d covered the blood-stained cement floor with under padding and thick wool carpeting, and hung tapestries on the wall, a chill always invaded the room. It assaulted her body right through to the bone.
Tortoise-shell glasses framed her bleary eyes and she clutched a bundle of fur under her arm. She plopped the dog into a chair. “I had to bring her with me. She whines and I get complaints from the other residents.”
Her two partners, a super model and a computer programmer, had already arrived. A slightly overweight blonde, her eyes red-rimmed and her nose pinkish, popped out from the back room, outside the freezer. She carried two pink mugs, the steam leaving a trail behind her.
“You’ve got another stray? How many animals does that make now?” Julie placed one of the mugs in front of Carly before she patted Phoenix’s head. “Poor baby, she’s going to get cold in here.”
“She’s wearing a fur coat. She’ll be fine.” Carly inhaled the rich scent of the freshly brewed liquid. “Thanks for the coffee, Julie. I could use it. So what happened?”
“Don’t know. I got here a few minutes ago. Nadia will fill us in. I’ve checked the bank balance so we can cover whatever she needs.”
“Good girl. You must have broken a record getting here this quick.” Carly took another sip of the hot, black liquid. “I took a cab instead of getting Sam to drive me, and paid my cabbie extra to speed, but you still beat me. You look like hell, Nadia.” She turned to the other woman who stood in the back doorway, talking into her cell.
The tall woman wore worn designer jeans and a rumpled white t-shirt. She clicked off her phone. Without makeup and black hair pulled into a pony-tail, no one would recognize her as one of the world’s top super models.
“Thanks. You don’t look so hot yourself. You’re wearing glasses?”
“No time to put in contacts. I never expected this.” Carly responded. Her gut clenched at the thought of losing one of their team. The possibility had always been there, but they spent time and money to make sure it never happened. Unconsciously, she moved her hand across her stomach.
They’d saved a lot of women and up until now, never lost a team member. Now they had to save one of their own. “How long have you been here?”
Nadia massaged her temples. “A little while.”
Carly pulled her cashmere sweater tighter against the penetrating chill. “You didn’t call us right away?”
Great excerpt. Informative blurb. Can they come to terms in time to save her daughter? What happened? Good hook. Thanks for sharing!
Thanks Tena. I guess you’ll just have to buy the book. 🙂
Sounds like a tense situation.
Thanks for dropping by, Janet.
The repurposed freezer was vivid in my mind. While this snippet is tense, it’s also rather tongue in cheek, which I liked.
Egad, the atmosphere in that office sounds terrible! I once had to go to an OSHA exam following an on-the-job injury. It was located in the basement and had no windows. I started feeling claustrophobic. There was no way I could have worked in that place. A minor critique, but as a large person, I would prefer a descriptor such as plump, stout, chunky, heavyset, or large to “slightly overweight.” Overweight is a pathologizing description. I’m always inclined to ask “over what weight?” because the BMI is arbitrary bollocks. Descriptions like plump, stout, or heavyset give a sense of character.… Read more »