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Little Red & Ryder Wolfe: Iron Hills Pack, #3
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77 pages1 hour
Summary
Having witnessed her ex commit murder, Saxen Blake is on the run. Stowing away in the back of an unknown truck, she can only hope that it will take her far away from Martin and the certain death she faces if he catches her. She just didn't count on the sexy wolf who owns the vehicle.
Dr. Ryder Wolfe is taken aback when he finds the pregnant and bloody Saxen in the bed of his truck, but he knows he'll stop at nothing to save her. One sniff is all he needs to know that he wants to keep her. But first, he has to eliminate the threat to her life. He took a vow to save lives, but some people are better off dead.
Publisher: JCS BooksReleased: Feb 12, 2017ISBN: 9781386088974Format: book
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Little Red & Ryder Wolfe - Jessica Coulter Smith
Jessica
Chapter One
Saxen crouched in the closet, peeking through the thin crack in the door. Her heart hammered so loudly in her chest that she was surprised no one else could hear it. Martin had been drinking, but even worse, she was almost certain he was using again. Her hands shook as she tried to cram herself further into the corner of the closet. The raised voices of angry men carried through the small apartment. Two bodies crashed into the bedroom in a tumble of limbs and profanity. The door hit the wall with a loud crack and embedded in the plaster, as Martin and another man tumbled to the floor.
She stifled her gasp as Martin rose to his feet and pulled a gun. There was a slight tremor in his hand and a pallor to his skin.
You thought you could cheat me?
Martin yelled, spit flying from his lips. You’re five thousand short. What did I tell you would happen if you didn’t bring the full fifteen thousand?
I can get it.
The man cowered at Martin’s feet. Blood smeared his busted lip and his eye was already turning black. I swear, I’ll get it. I just need some time.
Martin cocked the gun, the sound ricocheting through the room. You’re out of time.
There was a click as he pulled the trigger and the hammer came down. Then a deafening blast that rocked the walls. Saxen had to stifle her scream as blood sprayed all over their bedroom and the man fell face first onto the floor. She whimpered and tried to keep as still and quiet as possible. Martin didn’t know she was home, and she hoped like hell he didn’t figure it out.
He cursed and put his hands on his head as he paced the area. Martin spun on his heel and fled from the room. A moment later, Saxen heard the front door slam. Cautiously, she crept from her hiding space, trying not to stare at the dead body. She stifled a sob as she grabbed a bag from the closet and threw in some clothes. Slipping in the blood, she bolted from the room.
As her hand gripped the knob of the front door, her heart felt like it might burst at any moment. Without transportation, she didn’t know where she would go, or how she would get there. She crept down the stairs to the parking lot below. A truck was parked at the edge of the lot, a tarp thrown over the back. Saxen slipped under the crinkly plastic and curled up amongst the boxes, hoping like the hell the owner was moving out and not in. She nearly wet her pants when she heard voices approaching.
Thanks for coming all this way and handling this, Ryder,
a male voice said. I just couldn’t hang onto this stuff another moment. If you can store it at your place until you can donate it, I’d appreciate it.
No problem. Let me know if you need anything.
The second voice sent chills down her spine, but in the best of ways. How she could get turned on by a voice, at a time like this, she didn’t know. Saxen waited, hoping he wouldn’t check the bed of his truck. If she was discovered, she would have a lot of explaining to do. The cops would be called and she might even be considered a suspect. She knew it looked bad, that she was fleeing the scene without calling for help, but no way was she sticking around, waiting for Martin to come back.
She heard the click of a door opening. The bed of the truck vibrated as someone settled onto the seat and then closed the door. A moment later, the engine roared to life. When the truck began moving, she said a silent prayer of thanks. With some luck, she’d make it far enough away from the apartment that she would be safe a little while longer. The truck picked up speed and she wondered if they were on the highway, and if so, where were they going? Anywhere was better than Crosgove Corners. The more distance between her and the town, where she’d grown up, the better.
The rocking motion of the truck eventually put her to sleep. When she woke, she noticed the truck was still. She peeked from the edge of the tarp and realized it was getting dark. She didn’t know how long they’d travelled, or how long they’d been parked. Saxen tried to see whether the owner of the truck was nearby, but her vision was limited from where she sat. Shrinking back against the boxes, she listened to see if anyone was close.
The tarp was ripped back and she gave a cry, scuttling further back into the bed of the truck, her red hoodie snagging on the corner of a box. The man holding the blue plastic stared at her with wide eyes. His gaze skimmed over her and locked onto her bare feet.
Are you hurt?
he asked.
Saxen shook her head.
I think it’s best you come out of there. Since I didn’t make any stops on the way home, you’re from the apartments in Cosgove Corners, aren’t you?
he asked.
Yes. Please. Don’t make me go back there.
He lowered the tailgate on the truck and held out his hand. Her fingers hesitantly slid against his palm as he helped her from the truck. The gravel from his driveway dug into the soles of her feet and she winced. As Saxen stared into his brown eyes, she felt a calmness settle over her. Whoever this man was, she didn’t think he would hurt her. His touch was making butterflies take flight in her stomach and
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