 
Author: Skye Jordan
Release Date: March 16, 2015
Category: Hot Contemporary Romance
Book Summary
From New York Times bestselling author Skye
Jordan, Xtreme Heroes is a brand new series starring super-hot extreme
athletes and their adventures.
The Risk, Book 1:
Former
Olympian turned physical therapist to the elite Julia Bailey knows all about
pushing the limits. But when a sexual harassment suit costs her a dream
job—not to mention her reputation—she takes on the biggest risk of her life.
Rehabilitating the X Games’ most notorious bad boy might be just what she
needs to secure the funds for her own treatment center. Problem is, the only
kind of recovery her new client is interested in is under-the-covers
freestyle—gear optional.
Daredevil
snowboarder Noah Hunt is a rock star—on and off the slopes. A recent accident
might have him down, but he’s far from out. He doesn’t care what the sexy
therapist with the sweet curves says. He’s got sponsors to impress and
trophies to collect, and taking things slow and steady just ain’t his style.
A little dirty talk and a sizzling night later, Julia learns just how fast
and hard he likes to play. Too bad for him, his heart goes all in, and one
wrong move could cost him more than just his career.
Buy Links
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Excerpt
from The Risk by Skye Jordan
He hobbled to the double doors, then
followed the hallway of heated slate to the kitchen, where the mystery noises
had originated. And, yep, there was definitely another female standing behind
the open refrigerator door—the slim, pretty bare feet and fire-engine-red
toenails confirmed it.
But the ménage idea slid further out of the
picture when he focused on the trashcan sitting in the middle of the kitchen
floor.
What the hell? He rubbed his face, trying
to force himself more awake, then pressed a hand against the nearest wall,
drew a breath, and said, “Hello?”
“Oh, you’re awake.” Her voice was as pretty
as her feet. Already an improvement over the woman on his couch. Maybe his
standards hadn’t fallen all that far after all. But her voice was also extremely
clear and perky, which was highly annoying under the circumstances. “Sorry, I
was trying to be quiet, but it’s getting late, and there’s a lot to do.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He rubbed his eyes again and focused on the counters, which were covered with
crap from the cupboards. Another flash of annoyance singed his skin. “Who are
you? And what the hell are you doing?”
She peeked her head around the fridge.
“It’s me, Julia— Oh. Wow. Nice look.” Her gaze took a quick scan of his body
before she disappeared behind the fridge door again. “You’re taller than I
expected. Aren’t most snowboarders smallish? Bet you have to compensate for a
higher-than-average center of gravity. You’ll have to explain all that to me.
But go ahead and get dressed first. I’ve got my work cut out for me here
anyway.” She paused only a second before muttering, “Talk about toxic…”
Noah’s mind was spinning into one
hellacious knot. He’d barely caught more than a glimpse of dark hair and a
slim face, one he didn’t recognize any more than that of the woman in his
theater.
Thud, thud, thud. Yogurt cups flew into the
trashcan.
“Expired,” she muttered. “It’s a miracle
you haven’t gotten E. coli from all the crap in here.”
“What the hell are you doing?” Christ, he didn’t
want to deal with this now—but there was a stranger in his house, tearing
apart his kitchen, and another barely dressed in his theater. And Noah didn’t
know what the hell was happening.
He limped into the kitchen and leaned
against the counter opposite the refrigerator. With his hands braced on the
granite, he took all pressure off his bad foot. But it was too late. The damn
thing throbbed as if it were inhabited by an alien. Looked a lot like
something off an alien too, puffy and discolored.
This was seriously screwed. His body was a
complete pile of shit. It had been almost four goddamned months since the
accident, and he was done with this injury. He’d worked his ass off to heal,
had made real strides. Now this?
He pried his gaze from his foot and focused
on strange woman number two. She was dressed in a blue-and-purple sport tank
top and black, shin-length workout pants that hugged a sleekly curved
backside. His gaze traveled over her tight ass, up to her sculpted shoulders,
and paused on her dark ponytail. Noah immediately reassessed the ménage
theory. This was a sporty chick, the kind Noah never chose to share his
bed—or sofa, in this situation. He got enough of the athletic type on the
slopes. The woman in his theater, he understood bringing home. This one was—no..
He thought back to the night before. Maybe
she was a new member of the US Snowboarding team he didn’t know. Maybe she
was some crazy-ass fangirl or groupie who’d tagged along last night.
This Julia chick pulled Styrofoam cartons
filled with leftovers from various restaurants and tossed them into the
trash—most of which contained steak, lobster, or shrimp.
“Whoa,” he said. “That’s all still good—”
“You’re going to have to stop eating out.”
She cut him off, her voice matter-of-fact but resolute. “Almost all
restaurants cook with lousy oils. You’re getting way too many trans-fatty
Omega 6s. We’ll have to beef up your Omega 3s. You’ll see a difference in a
week from that change alone.”
“What in the hell…?” he murmured, his mind
beginning to open to the idea that she was a nut job on the loose. “How did
you get into my house?”
“Your garage door is open. I just came
through there.” She pulled out the vegetable drawer and made a low, ugly
sound in her throat, then proceeded to pull out plastic bags filled with
produce and drop them in the trash as if they might contaminate her. “I
figured you were still sleeping since you were out last night when Drake and
I talked to you.”
“Drake?” That was the key to this
problem—Noah’s meddling agent. “I should have known. Are you his new
girlfriend or something?”
She cut Noah a glare. “As if.”
Her attitude annoyed him. This was his
house, dammit. “Answer me, or I’m calling the police.”
She turned to face him with two jars of
jam, one in each hand, and her front view was as impressive as her backside.
Full, high breasts filling the Lycra fabric of her workout tank, a flat belly
showing between the hem of her top and the low waistband of her pants, and
smooth thighs filling the black tights.
She was pretty too. A few years younger
than him, she had a pixie-sweet face with smooth skin, high cheekbones and
wide eyes. The kind of face that didn’t need makeup to look great. Maybe
there was something to the athletic type after all.
“I was sitting in Drake’s office when you
were on speaker with him last night,” she said, “so don’t try to pretend you
don’t know anything about me.”
He put a palm to one eye and rubbed at the
pain throbbing there. “Yeah, well…last night is still a little blurry.” He
dropped his hand with frustrating scenarios popping to mind. “Shit, please
tell me Drake didn’t send you to teach me yoga or something equally stupid.”
With heavy lids and an expression of
disgust, she tossed both jars of perfectly good jam into the trash. “Yoga my
ass.”
“What the…?” He fished the jam out of the
trash and set it on the counter next to all the other food she’d pulled from
his cabinets. “Would you knock that shit off? Look, I don’t know what Drake
said, but—”
“Are you still drunk?”
“No,” he said, then closed his eyes,
searching for patience. “I just don’t remember the conversation.”
“Un-freaking-believable.” She let the
fridge door close, turned, and yanked open a cabinet, then grabbed his Lucky
Charms in one hand, his Cocoa Puffs in the other.
“Uh-uh,” he said. “No way.”
“Noah, baby…” The female voice coming from
the opposite direction stopped him from grabbing his treasured boxes of
cereal. He’d completely forgotten about the fling chick.
He turned as she walked into the kitchen in
exactly what she’d been wearing on the sofa, nothing but bra and panties.
Fuuuuuuuck. He certainly wasn’t a prude,
but he wasn’t interested in flaunting his poor judgment either.
But there she was, standing in his kitchen,
blurry eyed, big tits, curvy ass, long legs, bottle-blonde hair, and heavy
makeup. She might look smeared and smudged now, but he was sure she’d looked
damn flashy last night. At least that was what his morning-after brain was
telling him. Now, though, there was no denying she looked about as good as
Noah felt. Which reminded him he couldn’t look much better.
He dropped his head and rubbed his eyes on
a heavy exhale of defeat.
What a clusterfuck.
About
the Author
Skye
Jordan is a pseudonym for New York
Times bestselling romantic suspense author Joan Swan. Skye’s novels are
about enjoying that little wild streak we don’t let out often enough. About
those fantasies we rarely get the opportunity to indulge. About stretching
limits, checking out the dark side, and maybe even acting a little naughty.
They’re about escape and fun and pleasure and romance.
And,
yes, even love, because while wicked-great sex is good, happily ever after
with wicked-great sex is even better.
Skye
(aka Joan) lives on the central coast of California in the heart of wine
country with her husband and two daughters. As often as possible, she
retreats to a hotel with critique partners for a power-writing week where
much drinking, laughing, and yes, even working, ensues. When she’s not writing,
Skye goes to breakfast with her hubby, attends her daughters’ barrel races,
and spends a lot of time with her own horse, Riddle…while her two dogs,
Paxton and Indie, tag along. She also loves to read, knit, craft, row, ride,
and dabble in photography.
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Blog Tour Stops
There are five excerpts on this tour – one
for each day of the week so be sure to visit the other blogs to read a
different excerpt from the book. The excerpts are not connected, so you can
read them at any time. Some of the blogs will also be featuring reviews, too.
Monday, March 16,
2015 (Excerpt 1)
Tuesday, March 17,
2015 (Excerpt 2)
Wednesday, March
18, 2015 (Excerpt 3)
Thursday, March 19,
2015 (Excerpt 4)
Friday, March 20,
2015 (Excerpt 5)
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Monday, March 16, 2015
Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: The Risk by Skye Jordan
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Trailer Reveal: Fall With Me by Jennifer L. Armentrout
We
are even more excited (who thought that was possible?) about Jennifer L.
Armentrout's FALL WITH ME after watching this trailer! FALL WITH ME is a New
Adult Contemporary Romance being published
by Avon (William Morrow), an imprint of HarperCollins, and is a part of
Jennifer L. Armentrout’s With You Saga. It is being released on March 31st,
2015!! Check it out and pre-order your copy today!!
Amazon ** Barnes
and Noble **iBooks ** Kobo
Anyone
who pre-orders FALL WITH ME...AND fills out this form...will receive a
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FALL WITH ME Synopsis
Eleven
months ago, bartender and weird-shirt-wearing extraordinaire Roxy and Officer
Reece Anders had a one night stand. Well, kind of. She’s been in love with
him since she was fifteen, and he wishes that night they shared never
happened. She’s sworn him off forever, but the past and future collide,
forcing her to rely on the one man who broke her heart not once, but twice.
Her
best friend since birth has been in a long-term care facility since he became
a victim of a hate crime years ago, and the person who put him in there is
out of prison and wanting to make amends with him and Roxy. She’s not sure
she has room for forgiveness in her and when she begins to receive
frightening messages and is on the receiving end of escalating violence, she
thinks she knows who is to blame. The man who already destroyed one life
already.
But
Reece isn’t convinced. The threats are too personal, and even if Roxy doesn’t
believe him, he’s not willing to let anyone hurt her. Including himself. He’s
already messed up more than once when it comes to Roxy and he’s not going to
let history repeat itself.
 About
Jennifer L. Armentrout
# 1
NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer lives in
Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state
aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time
reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write,
and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.
Her
dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most
of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math.
Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and
contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled
Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has
been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been
optioned for TV.
She
also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is
published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.
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Monday, March 9, 2015
Cover Reveal & Giveaway: The Risk by Skye Jordan
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Cover
Reveal – The Risk (Xtreme Heroes, Book 1) by Skye Jordan
Author:
Skye Jordan
Release
Date: March 16, 2015
Category:
Hot Contemporary Romance
Book
Summary
From New York Times bestselling author Skye
Jordan, Xtreme Heroes is a brand new series starring super-hot extreme
athletes and their adventures.
Former
Olympian turned physical therapist to the elite Julia Bailey knows all about
pushing the limits. But when a sexual harassment suit costs her a dream
job—not to mention her reputation—she takes on the biggest risk of her life.
Rehabilitating the X Games’ most notorious bad boy might be just what she
needs to secure the funds for her own treatment center. Problem is, the only
kind of recovery her new client is interested in is under-the-covers
freestyle—gear optional.
Daredevil
snowboarder Noah Hunt is a rock star—on and off the slopes. A recent accident
might have him down, but he’s far from out. He doesn’t care what the sexy
therapist with the sweet curves says. He’s got sponsors to impress and
trophies to collect, and taking things slow and steady just ain’t his style.
A little dirty talk and a sizzling night later, Julia learns just how fast
and hard he likes to play. Too bad for him, his heart goes all in, and one
wrong move could cost him more than just his career.
~~~
About the Author
Skye
Jordan is a pseudonym for New York Times bestselling romantic suspense author
Joan Swan. Skye’s novels are about enjoying that little wild streak we don’t
let out often enough. About those fantasies we rarely get the opportunity to
indulge. About stretching limits, checking out the dark side, and maybe even
acting a little naughty. They’re about escape and fun and pleasure and
romance.
And,
yes, even love, because while wicked-great sex is good, happily ever after
with wicked-great sex is even better.
Skye
(aka Joan) lives on the central coast of California in the heart of wine
country with her husband and two daughters. As often as possible, she
retreats to a hotel with critique partners for a power-writing week where
much drinking, laughing, and yes, even working, ensues. When she’s not
writing, Skye goes to breakfast with her hubby, attends her daughters’ barrel
races, and spends a lot of time with her own horse, Riddle…while her two
dogs, Paxton and Indie, tag along. She also loves to read, knit, craft, row,
ride, and dabble in photography.
~~~
Giveaway Information
Skye is giving away twenty-two (22) $10.00
gift cards to Amazon or Barnes & Noble (winner’s choice). Just fill out
the Rafflecopter form to enter.
Attention Bloggers - You can now request a
copy of The Risk on NetGalley at https://www.netgalley.com/catalog/show/id/62129
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Sunday, March 1, 2015
Review: The Girl in the Road by Monica Byrne
Title:The Girl in the Road: A Novel Author: Monica Byrne
Publisher/Publication Date: Broadway Books, February 17, 2015
Genre: Science Fiction
Format/Source: Paperback Review Copy, Blogging for Books
Goodreads Barnes & Noble Amazon Book Depository Audible
Book Summary From Goodreads
In a world where global power has shifted east and revolution is brewing, two women embark on vastly different journeys—each harrowing and urgent and wholly unexpected.
When Meena finds snakebites on her chest, her worst fears are realized: someone is after her and she must flee India. As she plots her exit, she learns of The Trail, an energy-harvesting bridge spanning the Arabian Sea that has become a refuge for itinerant vagabonds and loners on the run. This is her salvation. Slipping out in the cover of night, with a knapsack full of supplies including a pozit GPS system, a scroll reader, and a sealable waterproof pod, she sets off for Ethiopia, the place of her birth. Full Summary Here
My Thoughts:
This is going to be incredibly short. It’s been a long time since I had to DNF a book, and this unfortunately is going to be one of them. The Girl in the Road by Monica Byrne seemed like something I would enjoy—the synopsis got my interest and the writing was just alright—but sadly it just wasn’t my thing. I gave it a chance, but there were elements within the story that didn’t work for me. And those elements played into my decision to DNF this book since I wasn’t enjoying it. However I’m sure other people might find this book interesting, so I encourage you to check out other people's reviews.
This is going to be incredibly short. It’s been a long time since I had to DNF a book, and this unfortunately is going to be one of them. The Girl in the Road by Monica Byrne seemed like something I would enjoy—the synopsis got my interest and the writing was just alright—but sadly it just wasn’t my thing. I gave it a chance, but there were elements within the story that didn’t work for me. And those elements played into my decision to DNF this book since I wasn’t enjoying it. However I’m sure other people might find this book interesting, so I encourage you to check out other people's reviews.
DNF
I received this book from Blogging For Books for this review, thank you!
I received this book from Blogging For Books for this review, thank you!
About the author
Monica Byrne studied at Wellesley College and MIT. She's a writer and playwright based in Durham, North Carolina.
Blog Tour, Review, Excerpt & Giveaway: At Wolf Ranch by Jennifer Ryan
  Author: Jennifer Ryan Publisher/Publication Date: Avon Books; February 24, 2015 Format/Source: E-ARC, Edelweiss/Publisher Amazon Barnes & Noble At Wolf Ranch (Montana Men #1) synopsis:
After years on the rodeo circuit, Gabe Bowden
wants nothing more than land of his own and a woman who will claim his heart
for more than one night. When he has the chance to buy the
enormous Wolf Ranch spread, he snaps up the incredible deal.
Everything is set, until Gabe rescues a woman on the deserted, snowy road
leading to the property, and the half-frozen beauty changes everything.
Ella Wolf rushes to her family’s abandoned Montana ranch after her twin sister is murdered. She knows she’s next…unless she can uncover a secret hidden somewhere at Wolf Ranch. The last thing Ella expects is to be rescued by a rugged rancher with his own agenda. A man who almost makes her forget how dangerous love can be… As an unlikely partnership sparks into something so much more, and a killer closes in, can Ella and Gabe learn to trust one another before it’s too late? Teaser
“Tell me to go and leave you alone.”
“I don’t want to be alone. I want to be
with you.”
He
wanted to ask her for how long, but stopped himself, because soon she’d leave
and go back to that life she thought she’d outgrown, but would want back
because it was familiar. She’d need it back to regain some of the normal from
her past in her new life without her sister.
He let loose the reins on his need and
pulled her close. He dipped his head, his gaze on her rosy lips. He pressed his
mouth to hers for a deep kiss and held nothing back this time. He swept his
tongue along hers, melding his mouth to hers. His fingers gripped her hips, let
loose, and swept up inside her sweater and up her smooth spine. When his
fingertips touched her skin, she sighed and pressed closer.
She rocked her hips against him and he
groaned, breaking the kiss to move down her neck and kiss that sweet spot
between her neck and shoulder. “God, you always smell so good.”
Her head fell back, and he kissed his
way back up her throat to her lips again for another searing kiss.
“Don’t stop,” she said against his
mouth. “Don’t ever stop.”
“I’m just getting started.”
Review
At Wolf Ranch by Jennifer Ryan
is a story of murder and betrayal. It has an attention grabbing start as Ella
found herself in one harrowing situation after another. Ella’s twin sister was murdered. As Ella
searched for answers, she made some reckless decisions, which added to the
sense of danger. I liked the fact that she remained relentless throughout her ordeal. Gabe was a nice addition to the scene. He was protective and knew
how to take charge when necessary. I loved how their attraction to one another
didn’t overshadow Ella’s mission to find out why her sister was murdered.
Although the ending was predictable, I liked the overall story and look forward
to reading the second book in the series, When It’s Right.
I received an e-arc of At Wolf Ranch from the Publisher/Edelweiss in exchange for an honest review.
AT WOLF RANCH, Ch1 Excerpt:
Chapter One
Three long days without a word. No call.
Not even a text. Ella stared at her phone, willing it to ring. She tapped her
finger on the screen and stifled the urge to call Lela for the hundredth time
that morning.
The coffee shop buzzed with activity.
People headed off to work with their lattes and scones. She sipped at her
caramel macchiato, reading over the newest projections for the cosmetics line
debuting in March on her laptop. The numbers looked promising.
Ella jumped when her phone vibrated on the
table. She snatched it up and read the caller ID.
“Finally.” She swiped the screen to accept
the call. “Lela—”
“Where have you been?” Uncle Phillip’s
demand surprised her.
Why did Uncle Phillip have Lela's phone?
Ella opened her mouth to answer her uncle's
question, but he spoke first.
“I oversee the estate. You answer to me.”
“Twisting the truth again, Uncle. Ella and
I sign off on everything,” Lela said, her tone unusually sharp. “You’re just
a watchdog, there to ensure we adhere to the terms of the will. You have no
real power, but you’ll do anything to steal it away, won’t you?”
What? Ella had
never heard her sister talk to their uncle in such a disrespectful and
spiteful way, or anyone for that matter. Why did her sister call and not say
anything to her? Maybe she'd pocket dialed?
“Lela, it's me. What is going on?” Ella got
no response. Uncle Phillip continued to speak over her.
“You have no idea what you’re talking
about, my dear.” Uncle Phillip’s soft voice belied the steel in his words.
“Don’t make me ask again. Be a good girl and tell me where you’ve been?”
This time, her sister answered, but didn’t
explain a damn thing. “Uncovering your dirty secret. I know what you did,”
her sister accused.
Secrets?
Butterflies in Ella's stomach fluttered
like a flock of birds taking flight. The uneasy feeling she’d carried with
her these last days intensified.
Ella gathered up her laptop and notebook,
stuffing them into her oversized tote. She dumped the dregs of her coffee in
the trash on her way out the door. The apartment was only a block up from her
favorite café she had breakfast at every Tuesday when the house
staff had the day off. She kept the phone to her ear and headed home to find
out what the hell was going on.
“You won’t get away with this,”
Lela’s voice raised in pitch. It took a lot to rile her sister. Whatever
Uncle Phillip had done touched a nerve.
“Whatever you think you know doesn’t amount
to anything without proof.” Her uncle used that chilling, yet utterly calm
voice.
Ella picked up her pace, sensing the
escalation of the situation into something more than just an argument about
company business. She pulled her bag close to her side under her arm and ran
for her building, knocking elbows and shoulders with other pedestrians. No
time to apologize, she ignored their outraged remarks.
“Oh, I have the proof.”
Proof of what?
“You’re lying.” Uncle Phillip let out a
nervous laugh.
“You wish.”
Ella past her building's doorman and ran
for the elevator, pushing the button three times, frantic for the doors to
open.
“Where is it? Show me.”
Come on. Come on. The
elevator doors finally opened and she rushed inside and pressed the button
for the penthouse. Ella prayed she didn't lose the cell signal and drop the
call. She only ever got one bar in the elevators.
“You think I’d be fool enough to bring it
here. To you? I’ll see you in jail before this day is over.”
“I’ll see you in a grave
first.”
The ice in her uncle’s tone frosted Ella’s
heart. The evil laced there erased all trace of the man she knew. He meant
those ominous words.
Lela gasped and let out a startled shriek.
Ella didn't want to believe her uncle actually struck Lela, but that’s what
it sounded like.
“What. Did. You. Find?”
“Everything,” Lela sputtered.
What? What are you talking about?
“If you’re lying to me—”
“Let me go. It’s over. There’s nothing you
can do. I can prove you did it.”
Did what?
“Don’t look at him,” Uncle Phillip snapped.
Him? Who else is there?
“Please, do some—”
“He’s not here to help you, you stupid
girl. He works for me. Everyone works for me. You should have left well
enough alone.”
Lela shrieked again. Ella's heart dropped
into her stomach.
“This is your final chance. Tell me where
it is and I’ll make this quick. Refuse and I'll take my time. You'll know the
meaning of the word pain when I'm done with you.”
Touch her and I will make you pay.
“Go to hell.”
“Where is it, you little bitch?”
“You will pay for what you’ve done. I’ll
never cave.”
“Tell me what I want to know, and maybe, I’ll
show you mercy.”
“You won’t...get...away...with this,” Lela
stammered, something choking off her words. “The truth will...roll out. Come
out.”
Something about the way she said it the
first time struck Ella, but her mind couldn’t process anything right now. She
slammed her palm against the elevator doors, wishing the damn thing would
hurry up.
Please, Lela, get out of there.
“Last chance. Where did you hide it?”
The intensity in his voice sent a shiver up
Ella's spine.
The elevator doors finally opened. She ran
down the hall to her door, shoved it open, and nearly tripped over Lela's
suitcase. Where had she been?
“If you won't help me, I'll find someone
who will.”
Who is she talking to?
“Uncle Phillip, please. Put the gun down.”
“Where. Is. It?”
“I'll never tell you where I hid it.”
Ella ran across the living room. Her gaze
locked on her uncle's outstretched arm, the gun in his hand level with her
sister's chest. Her father's blood red ruby pinky ring winked in the morning
light streaming through the windows.
“Tell me,” her uncle yelled.
“Never.”
“Then you're of no use to me anymore.”
The crack of the gunshot stopped Ella in
her tracks. Her sister's eyes went wide when the bullet plowed into her
chest. Blood blossomed over her cream colored sheath dress, like some
gruesome poppy. Lela wilted in slow motion into a heap on the floor. Her legs
kicked in a quick jerk, and she never moved again.
Ella stood frozen, rooted to the spot just
outside the library doors, her gaze fastened on her sister's lifeless green
eyes.
“Damnit, we needed her alive.” A man she
couldn’t see said from inside the room. It took her a second to place the
voice. Detective Robbins.
What is he doing here? Why didn't he help?
Self preservation kicked in and she
scurried to the side of the door. Hands shaking, her stomach in knots, a
whirlwind of thoughts circled her mind, but nothing explained why her uncle
killed her beautiful sister. It couldn't be, she denied the stark reality.
She leaned over and spied through the crack in the open door.
Uncle Phillip kneeled next to Lela and
touched his finger to her bloody neck. “If I’d had more time, I could have
gotten her to talk.”
“You mean if you hadn't lost your temper.”
Ella’s heart broke into a billion sharp
pieces that slashed her soul to shreds. Her other half — gone. The emptiness
engulfed her. She covered her mouth with both hands to hold back the scream
of pain rising up her aching throat. Her eyes filled with tears and Lela’s
face, the same one Ella saw in the mirror each morning, swam in front of
her.
Uncle Phillip stood, tugged at one shirt
cuff and then the other to straighten his crisp white shirt. Her father’s
ruby cuff links sparked with a glint of light from the overhead chandelier.
He ran a hand over his more gray than dark brown hair, smoothing it back. Composed
again, he turned to the door. Her breath hitched and stopped. She thought he
saw her. His next words startled her even more.
“The stupid girl doesn’t know when to
quit.” He pulled a handkerchief from his gray slack’s pocket and wiped his
sweaty face, devoid of wrinkles thanks to his many trips to the dermatologist
for Botox injections.
“You’re lucky she called me.”
“Did she tell you what she found?”
“No. She asked me to meet her here. Her
confidence in whatever she had on you convinced me to take her seriously. If
she actually had something and shared it with anyone, you’ll go down for
everything.”
“Don’t think you won’t fall with me,” her
uncle threatened.
The detective moved forward, blocking her
view of her uncle, and stared down at Lela. “What do you want to do with the
body?”
Lela was a body. Bile rose in Ella's
throat.
Her uncle clinked open a crystal decanter
at the bar across the room, pouring himself a drink of the expensive bourbon
he preferred. She prayed he choked on it.
“Give me a minute to think.” The ice in his
voice melted and turned less definitive and more hesitant.
“We need to find that evidence. If it falls
into the wrong hands—”
“Shut up.” Her uncle sounded as out of
control as she felt. Her insides in chaos, not a single thought of what to do
taking shape in her mind.
“We need to retrace her steps over the last
few days. Find out where she went. Who she saw. We’d have the state attorney
and FBI banging down the door if she gave the evidence to anyone. She hid it
somewhere. We need to find out where and get it.”
“Easier said than done. She was smart.”
“Not smart enough to pull this off. She
contacted you without ever considering your association with me. She was
naive.” He toed Lela’s still body with his Italian leather shoe.
“Our business arrangement has been mutually
beneficial, but if you think I’ll be your patsy, you’re wrong. So, think,
damnit, where would she hide the evidence?”
“I don’t fucking know.” Her uncle slammed
the empty glass down on the desk. “But Ella might.”
“Do you think Lela told her what she
uncovered?” Detective Robbins asked.
“No. Ella asked me and the staff several
times if Lela came home or called. I’m almost certain Lela worked this out on
her own and left her recalcitrant sister out of it.”
“Almost certain isn’t good enough. Why the
hell didn’t you cover your tracks better?”
“I did.”
“If you did, we wouldn’t be here right
now.”
Ella needed to call the police and have
them arrest these two for killing her sweet, gentle sister. But the police
were standing right there, helping destroy her life.
The room was silent for a moment, and Ella
was certain they’d hear her ragged breathing. She jumped when her uncle spoke
again.
“Detective, let me tell you a story.” Uncle
Phillip’s voice was eerily calm. “Our studious, prim, Lela earned her
master’s degree and worked as an executive at the company to satisfy the
terms of the will and earn her place at Wolf Enterprises. Sadly, her Princess
Party Girl twin sister barely made an effort, working in the mailroom and
every other odd job at the company. While it satisfies the general terms of
the will, Lela's carried the weight and shouldered all the responsibility for
the business.
“Lela finally had enough and confronted her
sister right here in this room. Ella, party girl that she is, had been out
all night and was high, not at all in her right mind. The fight escalated.
Ella knows I keep a gun in my desk drawer. She grabbed it and shot Lela. She
panicked, but somehow had the wherewithal to try to cover it up, making it
look like a robbery gone wrong. With Lela gone, she will inherit the company
and other Wolf assets.
“It’s heartbreaking, isn’t it? Such a pity.
Lela had such a promising future. I couldn’t be more heartbroken.
“Set the scene, Detective, and then find
Ella. Take her to a hotel. Not a dump, but not extravagant either. She's
hiding out. Make the place look like she's been on a bender, drinking, doing
drugs. The pain and grief send Ella over the edge and she ODs. No one will
question it. Use your contacts in the police department and morgue to prove
what happened...make the evidence show Ella murdered Lela.
“This is more than I signed on for,”
Detective Robbins said.
“Don’t think you’re so indispensable. There
are plenty of others on my payroll in this town, higher up the food chain
than you, that would do my bidding without blinking.”
“I’ll get it done. I’ll need to use some of
those contacts to pull this shit off.”
“You know who to use to make this clean. I
want all the evidence, reports, and public perception to corroborate the
scenario I’ve outlined.”
Uncle Phillip kneeled by Lela and used his
handkerchief to remove her diamond stud earrings. The ones their mother
always wore. He unclasped Lela’s bloody necklace with the pendant of a heart
made out of roses that matched hers. Ella reached up and wrapped her
trembling fingers around the one against her chest and sighed. Lela’s ring
came next. Ella gave her the emerald encircled with diamonds for their
twenty-first birthday. The night they shared a quiet dinner in an exclusive
uptown restaurant and planned their future and fulfilling their parents'
wishes and dreams for them.
She took a step forward to snatch the ring
and everything else her uncle took from them back. She wanted to claw his
eyes out and see him in a grave. Not her sister. Not Lela.
“What are you going to do with that?” The
detective indicated the handful of gold and gems.
“Don’t worry about it. Do your job. The one
I pay you extremely well to do.”
Her uncle went to the bar, grabbed a towel,
and wiped down the gun. He wrapped it in the towel and handed it to the
detective. “The household staff knows I keep this gun in the top drawer of my
desk. Unlocked. Easy enough for Ella to take it and use it on her sister.
Plant it, along with the drugs and alcohol at the hotel room. Make sure the
report shows Ella's prints are on the gun and it is a ballistic match to the
bullet in her. Tomorrow morning the staff will arrive for work and discover
the body. You've got until then to find Ella and kill her.”
Ella had wasted enough time. She needed to
get away. Fast.
Her gaze fell on her dead sister. Her soul
pleaded with Lela to wake up and make this all just a bad dream. But Lela
remained motionless on the floor.
Ella backed away from the door, turned,
rushed back to the foyer, and grabbed her sister’s suitcase, coat, purse, her
own tote, and walked out the door, closing it with a quiet snick of the
latch. Maybe she'd find a clue in her sister's things.
She took the elevator down and walked
through the lobby and out the door in a daze. The doorman took the coat
draped over her arm. “Let me help you with that, Miss Wolf.”
She mechanically stuffed her arms in the
sleeves of Lela's favorite cobalt blue coat. Her sister's scent brought tears
to her eyes. She blinked to keep them at bay. The doorman hailed her a cab
and she tossed her stuff in the backseat and slid in.
“Where to?”
Ella couldn’t think past the fear and grief
eating away at her insides. She didn’t know where to go or who to turn to
that she could definitely say wasn’t in her uncle’s pocket. Detective Robbins
would check with all her friends. She couldn’t risk going to one of them and
putting them in danger.
Her gaze fell on her sister’s suitcase and
the baggage tag still on the handle. She didn’t know the BZN airport code.
The purse lay on her lap, her fingers clutching it in a death grip. She made
herself relax and unzip the bag. She found the airline ticket voucher inside.
Bozeman.
Why did you go to Montana?
They hadn’t been back to the family ranch
since her father died in a plane crash when they were fourteen.
“Where are we off to?” The driver asked
again, pulling her out of her dark thoughts. A plan started to form.
“Airport.” She barely choked out the word.
She’d retrace her sister’s steps, find out
what she’d been doing the last three days, where she went and who she saw.
She’d find the evidence Lela died for, and God help her uncle when she did.
About the Author:
Jennifer
Ryan is the New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of The Hunted
Series and The McBrides Series. She writes romantic suspense and contemporary
small-town romances featuring strong men and equally resilient women. Her
stories are filled with love, family, friendship, and the happily-ever-after
we all hope to find.
Jennifer lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband and three children. When she isn’t writing a book, she’s reading one. Her obsession with both is often revealed in the state of her home and in how late dinner is to the table. When she finally leaves those fictional worlds, you’ll find her in the garden, playing in the dirt and daydreaming about people who live only in her head, until she puts them on paper.
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