She's No Angel
Every man dreams of having a supportive little woman standing behind him. He just doesn't realize that eventually she's going to be holding a cast-iron skillet aimed directly at his skull.
—Why Arsenic Is Better Than Divorce by Jennifer Feeney
THE SIGHT OF A TALL BRUNETTE with a great ass trudging down the side of the road would have been enough to make Mike Taylor slow down for a better look, even if the woman hadn't been barefoot. And swinging a tire iron. And, judging by her tight shoulders and clenched fists, mad as hell.
But she was all of those. Which made her more interesting. He quickly ran through the possible explanations. "No broken-down car," he muttered as he pulled his foot off the gas pedal of his Jeep, slowing to a crawl a few yards behind her. "No houses around." Since leaving the highway, he hadn't seen a single building or gas station. Just a few road signs counting down the miles to hell…make that Trouble, PA.
So maybe she'd been mugged and had fought off her attacker. Or maybe she'd been the attacker and was still clinging to her weapon. His eyes shifted to the tire iron, looking for any telltale signs tha ... read full excerpt from: She's No Angel ebook
