Blurb:
After and eleven-year
absence Janna Kincaid inherits a ranch and is forced to return to a town she
only remembers with unhappiness, a man to whom she was briefly married and
never wants to see again, and someone is trying to kill her.Kye Hawkins has loved Janna since he first met her. They were married, but a few weeks later she ran away without an explanation. He still hasn’t figured out why. Now she’s coming back. Does she still love him? Can he rekindle the romance and also prevent her from being killed?
Janna doesn’t want Kye’s help in anyway, yet he always seems to be there when she’s in trouble. Can they work together to find a killer, save the native burial ground and home of the spirits, and find romance again?
Excerpt from Targeted
Someone had shot her
back tire. Janna gripped the wheel to keep the vehicle on the road. She debated
whether to try and outrun the shooter, wherever he was, or find cover. The
windshield shattered as a third bullet entered the passenger side.
So
much for outrunning the shooter.
She scanned the area
and spotted an outcropping of rocks a few feet ahead on her right. She aimed
the vehicle in that direction.
Two more shots, and
both the back tires went down.
Definitely
find cover.
Janna ducked low
behind the steering wheel until the vehicle reached the rocks. When the car
stopped, she grabbed the keys from the ignition and her purse and dove out the
door. Bullets bounced off the rocks behind her as she scrambled for cover.
Whoever was doing the shooting was serous. Anyone of the shots could have hit
her.
She reached the
rocks, keeping low until she got to the middle where she curled up as tightly
as possible, her back against a rock. Her heart pounded in her ears, her
breathing came in gasps. This was getting to be a habit. First someone tried to
kill her in Seattle, and now, out in this god-forsaken country.
What
the hell is going on? Why are they shooting at me? Was it the same person who
shot at me in Seattle? That doesn’t seem likely, but who even knew I was coming
here? Maybe it’s someone just trying to rob a stranger.
Yeah
right, be honest, Janna, does this road look like many strangers came this way?
And if they did, would they have a lot to steal? You really think this person
selected a spot in the rocks where he would have a good shot at my vehicle.
Coincidence? Not damn likely.
At least she’d worn
boots and jeans—even if they were designer jeans. Now they were filthy, and so
was her red sweater and jean jacket.
Another shot hit the
rock behind her. She rolled over onto her stomach, shaded her eyes, and
squinted into the sun. He must be up on the cliffs straight ahead. She wasn’t
sure, but she thought she might have glimpsed a light, maybe a reflection off
his scope.
Terrific!
Now what? My gun is in my purse. I could fire back, but that would be a waste
of bullets at this distance.
She yanked out her
cell and punched in 9-1-1.
Damn—no reception.
A pounding pulsed
through the ground and came closer. Janna could feel the vibrations. It felt
like horses. She glanced around, without raising her head, to see what was
coming.
Suddenly there was a
hand in front of her face.
“Grab it and jump
on.”
The deep, rumbling
voice was not asking. It was an order.
Janna grabbed the strong
hand. In one smooth motion, she swung up behind a man on his horse. Seconds
later, she had her hands wrapped around his well-developed, muscular chest, as
the big chestnut thundered across the ground, out of the bullets’ range.
The man wore a
leather jacket over a sweater. Her hands slid under the jacket for better grip.
Even through the sweater she could feel sinewy muscles. She laid her head
against his back and his braid. She took a breath in, inhaling the rich scent
of leather, trying to calm her racing heart rate.
She glanced behind
her. The cliffs were fading into the distance. The muscles of his
well-developed shoulders bunched and relaxed as he led the horse at a gallop
across the field. She felt safe for some unfathomable reason.
He had a familiar
woodsy scent that made her think of sex under pine trees, not that she’d ever
made love there. In fact, her sex life was pretty negligible these days.
They’d been riding
for several minutes when Janna leaned forward. “You can put me down any place.
I can manage now.”
“Really? And just
what are you going to do out here, miles from town, by yourself, with someone
shooting at you?”
The voice was deep,
but soft, and rolled over her like warmed brandy. It triggered something in the
back of her memory. The earthy scent, the sinewy body, the braid, the voice…
She knew this person who had ridden up out of nowhere to save her.
“I have my cell. I’ve
already called 9-1-1,” she snapped.
“And did you get an
answer?”
Janna yanked her cell
phone up where she could see the screen again and re-tapped in 9-1-1. And then
there was that famous phrase—No Service.
There was a deep
chuckle. “That’s what I thought. There’s no service in this area. The mountains
block it.”
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Beverley Bateman lives in the Okanagan Valley in BC, Canada among vineyards, orchards, lakes and mountains with her Shiba Inu
dogs. She sits on her deck, sips a local wine and pens her latest romantic
suspense. Hunted, Missing and the newest – Targeted are part of her Montana
series. She also has her Holly Devine series; A Cruise to Remember, and a
Murder to Forget. Don’t Go is her darker romantic suspense.
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