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by M. V. Mabery
Description: A chance collision on the steps of Harvard brings unexpected passion to Sheena Lassiter and Travis O'Keefe. Sheena makes plans to join Travis in Arizona, but an unexpected accident deprives her of her memory and engulfs her in a maelstrom of confusion ... and murder.
eBook Publisher: Zumaya Publications, 2007
eBookwise Release Date: April 2007
2 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [326 KB]
Reading time: 217-304 min.
"How long have you known him, Sheena?"
She didn't hesitate with her answer. "We met yesterday on the train. Rob claimed he noticed me. One thing led to another and when we arrived here..." She stopped as he swung her around and faced her.
"I can see the results of last night, myself. I don't need details." His voice cut her like a knife. "You do trust very easily, don't you, Sheena?"
His condemnation was unbearable. She had to make him understand. "I told you nothing happened between us, Travis. Rob helped me after I lost my--"
"For Christ's sake, Sheena." He had moved close now, and the warmth of his thigh was branding her knee. She lifted a hand toward him in silent appeal. He caught it, pulling her to her feet in a rough movement, placing his lips hard against hers. The abruptness of his action tipped her head back, and for a moment she was thrown off-balance. She clung to his shoulders in an attempt to remain on her feet.
The kiss was born of anger. His lips seemed to scorch hers as he sought entry into the warm cavern of her mouth. She twisted her head away, hitting and kicking him in an attempt to break his iron hold.
His mouth completely covered hers now as he held her with hands wrapped in her hair. Despite the pain it caused, she yanked her face away. Her breath was ragged as she fought him. She landed a brutal kick to his shin as she pushed him and he lost his balance. In the second this gave her, she dashed for the door, flying out into the parking lot.
Frantically, she sought a hiding place. She could feel pure panic as she ran; her fear destroyed any rational thought or sense of danger. She dashed between cars, looking neither right nor left. A blast of a horn and the squeal of brakes registered dimly in her panic-stricken mind. Someone shouted her name. She sensed the truck a fraction of a second before it lifted her up and backwards.