Title: Tragic Desires
Publication Date: February 2014
BOOK SUMMARY
My name is Gemini Sheridan. At least that’s what I thought it was for 23 years. Then one day a slight adjustment on the wheel of my mountain bike set into motion a series of catastrophic events that changed my life forever. Now I’m running from the headaches that threaten to destroy me… from the assassins that threaten to kill me… from the truth that exposes who I really am… and from the man that wants to save me. Because he now owns my heart and I fear him above all others.
My name is Drexel Wolfe and I’m a private investigator. Nothing ever stands in the way of what I want because when I see something I just take it. All of that changed the night my life collided with Gemini Sheridan’s and now everything is one hot damn mess. And the worst part of it all is that I’m trying to save her ass and I don’t know why the hell I’m even bothering. Well, that’s not exactly true. Fact is, I can’t stop thinking about her. She’s crawled into every thought I own, asleep or awake. I have serious plans for her that include making her mine. What she doesn’t know is that when I play, I play for keeps. Nothing and no one will get in my way or stop me… not even Gemini Sheridan herself.
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A.M. Hargrove's Bio
One day, on her way home from work as a sales manager, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast forward and if she didn't do something soon, it would quickly be too late to write that work of fiction she had been dreaming of her whole life. So, she rolled down the passenger window of her fabulous (not) company car and tossed out her leather briefcase. Luckily, the pedestrian in the direct line of fire was a dodge ball pro and had über quick reflexes enabling him to avoid getting bashed in the head. Feeling a tad guilty about the near miss, A. M. made a speedy turn down a deserted side street before tossing her crummy, outdated piece-of-you-know-what laptop out the window. She breathed a liberating sigh of relief, picked up her cell phone, called her boss and quit her job. Grinning, she made another call to her hubs and told him of her new adventure (after making sure his heart was beating properly again).
So began A. M. Hargrove's career as a YA/NA and Adult Romance writer. Her books include the following: Edge of Disaster, Shattered Edge and Kissing Fire (The Edge Series); The Guardians of Vesturon series (Survival, Resurrection, Determinant, reEmergent and Beginnings); Dark Waltz and Tragically Flawed.
Other than being in love with writing about being in love, she loves chocolate, ice cream and coffee and is positive they should be added as part of the USDA food groups.
Publication Date: February 2014
BOOK SUMMARY
My name is Gemini Sheridan. At least that’s what I thought it was for 23 years. Then one day a slight adjustment on the wheel of my mountain bike set into motion a series of catastrophic events that changed my life forever. Now I’m running from the headaches that threaten to destroy me… from the assassins that threaten to kill me… from the truth that exposes who I really am… and from the man that wants to save me. Because he now owns my heart and I fear him above all others.
My name is Drexel Wolfe and I’m a private investigator. Nothing ever stands in the way of what I want because when I see something I just take it. All of that changed the night my life collided with Gemini Sheridan’s and now everything is one hot damn mess. And the worst part of it all is that I’m trying to save her ass and I don’t know why the hell I’m even bothering. Well, that’s not exactly true. Fact is, I can’t stop thinking about her. She’s crawled into every thought I own, asleep or awake. I have serious plans for her that include making her mine. What she doesn’t know is that when I play, I play for keeps. Nothing and no one will get in my way or stop me… not even Gemini Sheridan herself.
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Gemini
and I sweep our rooms and grab everything, and then check the bathroom. We only
had the one backpack between us so it only takes a few seconds. Then we grab
all the stuff that was in the locked box and head out the back. Huff has the
chopper running and we climb aboard and take off like lightning hit us. I
mentally run through everything, checking off things I had with me to make sure
nothing was left behind in the car, either. I’m positive
I have it all.
“Fuck!”
I slam my hand against the side of the aircraft. “How the fuck did they find
us?”
“GPS,”
yells Huff over all the noise. “It’s the only feasible answer.”
“Yeah,
but whose? Mine’s secure like yours and Blake’s and they wouldn’t know Brady is
here.” Then a thought hits me. I turn to Gemini. “You wouldn’t happen to have a
cell phone on you, would you?”
“Yeah,
but it’s dead by now, I’m sure.”
“Jesus,
Drex. You need to stop thinking with your damn dick and get your shit together
here,” Huff yells. He’s right.
“Give
it to me.” My voice is harsh as I extend my palm toward her.
She
hands it over. I take out the SIM card and crush the damn thing. Then I
demolish the phone while she watches.
“Hey!”
she shouts.
“Fucking-hey-nothing!”
I shout right back to her. “They’ve tracked every step we’ve made through that
damn thing. And I’m the fuck job who didn’t think about it. That’s what I get
for …” I almost torch everything by saying something I’ll regret. And she knows
it. Her lips thin and her hard-as-nails eyes pin me down until I’m squirming.
Me, the one who never squirms. She has the ability to do that to me?
What. The. Fuck!
“For
what, Drex? For fucking me?”
Oh
motherfucking hell! “No! That’s not what I was going to
say, and this isn’t the time or place for this discussion.” I glance around.
The men are trying their damnedest not to pay attention, but it’s next to
impossible. Poor Brady bears the brunt of it because he’s in the back with us,
facing us in our seats. We’re in a damn helicopter the size of a small walk-in closet.
There’s nowhere to hide.
“I
think this is the place. Right here. Right now. Just say it, Drex.”
“My
judgment was clouded, Gemini. That’s what I was going to say. I should’ve
destroyed your phone hours and hours ago. I was stupid and fucked up. That’s
how they followed us to San Angelo. To your house. And I’m a shit ton smarter
than that. But not this time. Fuck!”
“Well,
I’m the one who clouded your judgment. So it’s my fault.”
“Stop
it. Right now. We got away. And now they won’t figure out where we are.”
“Oh,
and in the meantime, we’ve messed up Jeff’s life. All because of a little romp
in the hay, right?”
We
can’t talk about this now. It’s completely inappropriate. She’s angry, I get
that. But this is going to have to wait. I ignore her question.
“Blake,
how long until we get to Midlands/Odessa?”
“Thirty.”
I can feel her glare boring holes in my back, so I turn and say, “This discussion
is shelved for now.” She knows I mean business, but she’s not happy about it.
She gives me a nasty scowl. I’m not going for that, so I reach for her hand but
she shrinks away. I go for her anyway. My hand finds hers and grasps it
tightly. Then I pull her close so only she can hear me.
“If
you think for one minute that I regret what we did, you’re only fooling
yourself. Being with you was singularly the best thing that I’ve ever
experienced. Yeah, my judgment is clouded, but you’d cloud the judgment of a
fucking saint.” She stares at me, quiet. Her hand relaxes and she lets me hold
it. I’m not sure if she’s still angry, but I know there will be more words when
it’s just the two of us.
And so help me God, I have to restrain
myself from kissing the hell out of her.
A.M. Hargrove's Bio
One day, on her way home from work as a sales manager, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast forward and if she didn't do something soon, it would quickly be too late to write that work of fiction she had been dreaming of her whole life. So, she rolled down the passenger window of her fabulous (not) company car and tossed out her leather briefcase. Luckily, the pedestrian in the direct line of fire was a dodge ball pro and had über quick reflexes enabling him to avoid getting bashed in the head. Feeling a tad guilty about the near miss, A. M. made a speedy turn down a deserted side street before tossing her crummy, outdated piece-of-you-know-what laptop out the window. She breathed a liberating sigh of relief, picked up her cell phone, called her boss and quit her job. Grinning, she made another call to her hubs and told him of her new adventure (after making sure his heart was beating properly again).
So began A. M. Hargrove's career as a YA/NA and Adult Romance writer. Her books include the following: Edge of Disaster, Shattered Edge and Kissing Fire (The Edge Series); The Guardians of Vesturon series (Survival, Resurrection, Determinant, reEmergent and Beginnings); Dark Waltz and Tragically Flawed.
Other than being in love with writing about being in love, she loves chocolate, ice cream and coffee and is positive they should be added as part of the USDA food groups.
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