Heart Of The Night
"I've come for my son."
The man holding a big battered hand over her mouth had a funny but familiar accent. He smelled of snow and wind, as if he'd been out in the night for a long time. His breath was warm as it fanned her ear and caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand up. His big body was broad and solid as he pulled her against him.
Gena tried to wiggle away, but he held her with an iron grip. So she closed her eyes, her heart rate accelerating as she became trapped in her worst nightmare.
She'd been expecting him.
"I'm not going to hurt you," the man said, his words as soft as silk. "I'll let you go if you promise not to scream. I don't want to frighten him."
Gena didn't want to scare her son either. So she nodded and waited for Eli Trudeau to release her.
And then she grabbed underneath the massive arm that had been restraining her and with a grunt and a prayer, she tripped Eli and flipped him over and onto the floor in a perfect takedown. He landed hard on his back with her booted foot centered on his belly.
Eli lay stunned for a few seconds, then let out a groan as he shook his head to clear it. "For sure, I should have known Devon ... read full excerpt from: Heart of the Night ebook
