Reaching Hope (Dog Talk Book) An Action-Packed Psychic Romantic Suspense by Joanne Jaytanie ➱ Book Tour with Giveaway
EXCERPT
1:
Easing
himself onto the first rung, Zane glided up the ladder. The top half of his
body cleared the companionway, and he immediately swept his gun around the
deck. He halted when he located his target. The obscure figure sat on the far
bench, legs stretched nearly the length of the bench and loosely crossed at the
ankles. Not the typical posture of someone ready to attack, but Zane wasn’t
known for taking things for granted. He targeted his weapon center mass.
“You’ve
got exactly two seconds to give me a reason not to shoot you,” Zane threatened.
“You’re
a hard man to find, Zane Kelly,” the faceless figure, backlit by the moon’s
glow reflecting off the water, said in a slow, relaxed manner.
“You’re
sitting here, so obviously not hard enough.” Zane had left the ranch and
escaped to his boat for a reason. Christ almighty. Was nothing off limit? He
flipped up the safety on his Sig with a pop of his thumb. “How the hell did you
find me?”
“Jamie.”
“Son
of a bitch, I knew telling him was a mistake,” Zane snapped as he cleared the
companionway and stood on the deck. Jamie would get a good ass-chewing next
time Zane spoke to him.
“Your
brother is worried about you. Jamie told me you dropped off the radar weeks
ago. He wasn’t sure you’d be here, but it was the only lead I had.” The man
hadn’t so much as twitched, even with the gun still leveled at him.
That
pissed off Zane even more. His lower jaw flexed and popped in and out, as if it
had a mind of its own. He gripped his Sig so tightly his hand started to tingle.
I don’t care who you are. One wrong move and you’ll be fresh chum.
“You
can holster that damn thing. I’m not the enemy.”
“Says
you.” Zane grunted. He lowered the weapon but didn’t holster it. Where exactly
did one put a loaded Sig when all you were wearing was your boxers? Note to
self, be sure to add an ankle holster under the mattress.
Zane
recognized the intruder’s voice the first time he spoke. Nevertheless, he was
so steamed that his brother outed him, he made certain the intruder got the
point. “I’m in no mood to play twenty questions. Spit it out, Rob. Why the hell
are you on my boat?”
“I’m
here because I need your expertise. It’s urgent or believe me I wouldn’t have
bothered,” Rob said.
EXCERPT
2:
“Off,”
the guard growled between clenched teeth in a hushed, commanding voice.
The
guard had Blair pinned under him. Thick, black eyelashes framed his
whiskey-colored eyes that glowed as he stared through his black balaclava, mere inches away from Hope.
Was
he insane? Why would he think Hope would listen to him? Every taut millimeter
of Hope vibrated as she maintained her clamp on his arm. The guard would be
lucky if Hope lunged at him and only came away with the balaclava. But then, to
Blair’s utter shock, Hope obeyed his command and released his arm.
The
guard sprang to his feet, still maintaining his grip on Hope’s leash, and pulled
Blair to her feet. Blair’s heart slammed against her ribcage. She wasn’t giving
up now. She sucked in air trying to steady her breathing. The instant the guard
loosened his grip she would alert Hope and they’d run. The muscles in her legs
started to cramp. No! They were doomed. He’d drag them back and Blair
would never see the dogs again.
He
held her so close that Blair couldn’t help but sense the impenetrable muscles
of his chest, even through his parka.
“Run.”
The guard shoved her forward.
What
kind of game was this guy playing?
“Why?
So you can shoot Hope or me in the back?”
“If
I were going to hurt the dog, it would have already happened,” he snapped back.
“And I’ve never shot anyone in the back, but if I had, it wouldn’t be a woman.”
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