But even in paradise, she can’t escape the man from her
past. As he’s closing in on her, a passing stranger on a motorcycle pulls up
and orders her onto his bike. Frightened and willing to take any chance to flee
her dangerous ex, she does as he says.
Her knight in supple leather manages to lose her ex and take
her to a secret hideaway, but now she finds herself overwhelmed by his potent
masculinity and submitting completely to his authoritative commands.
Killer didn’t want to be her saviour. He had problems of his
own. But once Marissa’s under his protection, he will do whatever he can to
keep her safe. Even force her to face her deepest fears.
❤ ❤ ❤
Excerpt from Wild Ride
The next morning, Marissa decided to leave the castle and go into the little town nearby.
Apparently, there was a marketplace where she could buy souvenirs and postcards, have her
fortune told, buy some unique artwork, and enjoy some quaint little cafes and restaurants.
She wore a short denim skirt and blouse over her bikini, intending to take a walk along the
beach near the town in the afternoon and go for a swim. She finished her lemonade in the little
café overlooking the ocean, having just finished a lunch salad. After paying her bill, she left the
restaurant, and headed toward the fortune teller’s she’d seen earlier.
As the sound of that voice, her blood ran cold. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Rip,
big as life in his faded jeans and black T-shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattooed arms,
standing about thirty yards behind her. Her eyes widened as she stood frozen to the spot.
Then he stepped toward her. Her heart lurched and she raced forward, running past the
booths and heading toward the street. Traffic passed by ahead and all she could think of was
finding a policeman to protect her.
But when she reached the road, she gazed around, searching, but could see no one in uniform
anywhere. Her heart pounded as she glanced behind her at Rip closing the distance between
them. She raced along the street, then around a corner.
A big black motorcycle pulled in front of her. The driver glanced her way, his eyes hidden by
dark, reflective aviator shades.
“Get on the bike,” he said in a hard, commanding voice.
She glanced over her shoulder at Rip heading her way.
“Now,” the biker demanded.
Automatically obeying his authoritative tone, she hopped on the bike behind him, then
wrapped her arms around his waist as the bike lurched forward. She glanced at Rip’s face as he
raced toward her, the expression on his face one of shock.
“No, Marissa. Don’t trust him,” he shouted after them.
At least, that’s what she thought he’d said. Not that she had any reason to believe Rip. He
was merely trying to frighten her.
As the bike dodged between the traffic and it started to sink in that she was sitting on the back
of a speeding motorcycle, clinging to a man she didn’t even know, it occurred to her that maybe
she’d just jumped from the frying pan into the fire.