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by C. L. Scholey
Description: Hudson, a six foot six, two hundred and eighty pound cop, had one thought on his mind when he entered, armed, carrying his Sig Sauer and two knives, into the untamed and sometimes brutal, uncaring wilderness--vacation. His vacation turns to intrigue when he discovers a woman and her baby fleeing for their lives from a murderer. Or was it just some type of ruse?
Simetra, a beautiful young woman and her eleven month old daughter, Ryder, have been dumped callously into the unknown to fend for themselves. With her husband dead, a suspected suicide, they are all alone. But Simetra knows her husband was murdered and the murderer is coming for her and her baby. Could she convince Hudson she was telling the truth?
eBook Publisher: Whispers Publishing, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: May 2011
3 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [105 KB]
Reading time: 64-90 min.
Simetra strung her jacket over the line, she cast a quick, unobtrusive glance in Hudson's direction, feeling self-conscious, and after giving a shrug, she removed her shirt and wrung it out. Hudson had been nothing but honorable and decent to her. She was unafraid he would suddenly turn predatory if she revealed her flesh.
When she looked over her shoulder at him she blushed to her toes, noting he had removed everything but his white, damp, almost see-through boxers. She couldn't help but stare, mouth agape in awe. The long length of his glorious manhood was visible. He was beyond magnificent. His body was powerfully muscled, like a body builder or a heavy weight boxer. His jet-black wet hair gleamed and hung down his neck almost to his shoulders. Beautiful, he was beautiful and breathtaking. Hudson turned and she realized he had been watching her while she watched him. Her blush deepened.
He cleared his throat and then claimed, "You should dry your bra off too. I can see it dripping down the front of you. After all, when Ryder needs to nurse you don't want to be wet there, or hold her close to a cold chest; she might get chilled, or be uncomfortable."
She knew he had a point. It was harder for the baby to nurse when her breasts weren't warm and welcoming. But, to be almost completely nude with a man. She hadn't undressed in front of anyone but Max, and it had been embarrassing enough to be clad only in undergarments before him.
"I would never harm you," Hudson said. His look was kind.
She already knew that. Her hand rose shakily to unclasp her bra. When it sprung free she slipped it off after turning away from him. She laid it over the line, fiddling with it for as long as possible without being obvious. Her arms finally clasped around herself, she turned to face him. She determined to keep her dignity and her distance. Her thought was short lived, however, when another booming crash sounded and she once more ended up in Hudson's embrace, shivering in petrified fear. Her head buried against his chest; his generous multitude of dark hairs tickling her cheek, softening the rock hardness of his muscles.
Curiously Simetra tilted her head to the side when she heard a plink, then another and again another. Outside the cave suddenly sounded as though Mother Nature were dumping a bucket full of marbles. Her eyes widened in shocked surprise when a piece of hail the size of a golf ball rolled into the cave. Soon the entire cave flooded with the noise of the downfall. The sounds of the high winds reached their ears as the unmistakable crash of falling trees shattered the woods above and beneath them.
"Is it a tornado?" Simetra whimpered. Her grip tightened.
"It's a super cell thunderstorm. It could turn into a tornado. Let's just hope it doesn't."
"Are we safe in here?"
"Safe enough," he replied, but she sensed he was being evasive for her benefit.
All sense of propriety vanishing, Simetra went to pick up Ryder, who remained asleep. She pulled Hudson down to sit beside them. He wrapped his arms around them both. Simetra hardly noticed his one hand resting on her hip, or his arm pressing against her bare breasts. She shivered and cuddled into him, squeezing her eyes closed in her fear. His chin lay on the top of her head. Each time she winced he settled himself closer, offering comforting reassurances.
Outside, beyond the cave door, it grew menacingly darker. An ominous, eerie wind blew, sounding for all the world as though it were a sinister being. Ryder finally stirred within her arms. The baby's face screwed into a startled look when another bolt of lightning crashed. Simetra offered the babe her breast.
Hudson moved behind her to lean her against his chest, where she nestled comfortably. He wrapped all three within the blanket while they sat near the brightly burning flames. Then in a low, soothing voice, Hudson began to sing. Very gently he rocked them until sounds of the super storm were replaced with his melodic tune.