This week's snippet comes from Book 2 of my fun romantic suspense series, Honeybun Hunks.
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Pleasance leaned down
and glanced in the window. She gasped as she saw the familiar head of red hair
and almost stepped away. Fighting the urge to run, Pleasance reached in and
placed her hand in front of the man’s nose. Soft puffs of air fluttered against
her hand.
“Still alive,” she
muttered. Pleasance glanced longingly back to her car, which was idling quietly
beside the road. She briefly considered leaving him where he was and getting
the hell out of there. But the smell of gasoline worried her. She looked at the
steam pouring out of the battered front end and bit her lip. It would only take
one spark and the handsome man hanging upside down behind the wheel of the H2
would become a human toastie.
“He wanted to hurt me.”
Pleasance reminded herself. But she knew she wouldn’t be able to live with
herself if she let him die a fiery death.
Sighing, Pleasance
reached for the handle of the door, expecting it to be wedged shut, and was
surprised to find it unlocked and wedge-free. With a little muscle she was able
to pull the door wide. She realized suddenly
that she would have to reach over the seemingly unconscious man to release his
seat belt.
She frowned, thinking, a killer who fastens his seat belt…very
strange.
Pleasance forced back
her misgivings and knelt beside the Hummer. She had to slide under him in order
to reach the seatbelt latch. In that position she couldn’t help noticing how
good he smelled.
Focus,
Pleasance! She scolded herself. This man is a murderer! But her instincts, usually very acute, were
screaming at her that there had been some misunderstanding. The man she was
currently climbing underneath just didn’t seem like a stone cold killer.
It might have had
something to do with the thick arc of long, dark red lashes on his pale cheeks.
Or the fact that he’d nearly killed himself to avoid hitting a couple of
Coyotes for god sakes!
The man groaned and
Pleasance gasped and jumped. When she looked up at his handsome face a slightly
dazed pair of blue eyes were staring in her direction.
She started to shift out
from under him. “I am so outa here.”
But then the front end
of the H2 burst into flame with a terrifying whoosh and Pleasance squealed,
pressed the latch on the seatbelt, and then said “umph!” as he landed on her.
She smacked him on the
shoulder until he rolled himself out of the fire engulfed car and she scrambled
out after him.
She leapt to her feet
and took off but she didn’t get far. A large hand clasped her upper arm and she
was jerked to a stop. She spun angrily to face him and found herself looking
into the prettiest blue eyes she’d ever seen.
“You!” he said in a
husky whisper.
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