Blackhawk's Betrayal
She should be in Paris.
Sighing, Kiera glanced at the yellow-lit dial on her rental car dashboard. Nine thirty-two, Texas time. If she had got on her plane this morning, she would have landed at the Charles de Gaulle Airport two hours ago. At this very moment, she would be checking into her room at the hotel Château Frontenac. Ordering room service. Sipping espresso while she nibbled on a navettes. Sinking her exhausted body into a Louis XVI four-poster bed.
Instead, she sat in the cracked asphalt parking lot of Sadie's Shangri-La Motel and Motor Lodge.
Welcome. Park Your Cars Out Front, Your Horses Out Back, flashed the pink neon vacancy sign.
She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she dropped her head into her hands and did both. "Damn you, Trey," she said through clenched teeth.
"Damn you, damn you, damn you."
She let herself rant for a full ten seconds, then wiped her tears and flipped the visor down to study her face in the lit mirror. Scary, was her first thought—deal with it, her second. Mumbling curses again, she dug through her purse and pulled out a compact ... read full excerpt from: Blackhawk's Betrayal ebook
