June 23 / 1 Day

“I don’t care!” she screamed. “It doesn’t matter! Nothing matters anymore!”

Her tears ripped him apart and the fact that he’d made her feel this way chewed up his insides.

A familiar roaring in her ears drowned out sound around her. She couldn’t pass out. Not now.


June 22 / 2 Days

She’d screwed up big time. The kind of screwing up that cost a person their life.

She’d fight to her death because that was in the cards either way she looked at it.


June 21 / 3 Days

“But—” He silenced her with a kiss. “Shh.” Then he made her forget about everything but him.

Fear like she’d never known crawled through her veins in ice cold waves and made her sick.


June 20 / 4 Days

A zing of sexual electricity sparked in her blood, tore through her veins.

Tanner took her hand, linked their fingers, and a strange sense of belonging skittered in her head.


June 19 / 5 Days

Desperate. That word described them both.

Tanner kissed her. He didn’t need or want to hear more.


June 18 / 6 Days

Tanner bit back a smile. Her fierceness amazed him. Attracted him.

He closed his grip around her hand, felt her strength as they slowly shook.


June 17 / 7 Days

“Let me take a look,” he said softly. “He wailed on you pretty good.”

“Let me make sure he didn’t break a rib.” He crouched next to her.


June 14 / 10 Days

He tasted like the coffee they’d shared that morning. He tasted dangerous.

He opened his eyes, watched her. “I won’t do that again. I’m sor—I won’t do it again.”


June 13 / 11 Days

His gaze sizzled, stoked the heat that crept up her body and flushed her cheeks a second time.

He kept moving closer, his lips closing the gap between them and Jess didn’t pull away. Couldn’t.


June 12 / 12 Days

“I thought you were going to kill him in there.”

“That was the best part. He thought so too.”


She marched back into his space, hoping to intimidate him as he’d done to her last night.


June 11 / 13 Days

Her stomach heaved. They were Brendan’s earrings. Along with flesh and blood.

I want Maurice now. That SOB is going to pay for this.


June 10 / 14 Days

The terror in her eyes decimated him. He sat, took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry,” Tanner murmured. He covered his eyes with an arm, couldn’t look at her. “I’m sorry.”


June 7 / 17 Days

He put a hand to his side and blood quickly trickled over his fingers. “Shit. I hadn’t planned on this.”

She wasn’t scared of him anymore. He’d have to fix that.


June 6 / 18 Days

“I’m sorry I shot you,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean to, didn’t want to.

A pact with the devil. He still planned on killing Maurice and she’d be an accomplice if she agreed to go along with him.


June 5 / 19 Days

The cop looked directly at her. “Anything you want to tell me, miss?”

“I’m being followed. But since you’re driving, you are also being followed.


June 4 / 20 Days

“I’ve got nobody that wants to talk to me or know me. Tell me your secret, sweetheart. I’ll keep it safe.”

…he glanced over his shoulder to see the flashing reds of a police car.


June 3 / 21 Days

Jess wasn’t what he first expected. Her baby doll exterior didn’t mesh with her backbone.

“Are you blackmailing him?” It didn’t seem to fit, but anything was possible.


May 31 / 24 Days

“Let me rephrase,” he said. “What do you need from Juneau before he’s mine?”

“Money. I need money.” A whole hell of a lot of money.


May 30 / 25 Days

The stronger she sounded the less likely he was to think he could roll over her.   Yeah, right.

…his gaze drilled into hers as if he hadn’t yet decided if she was dinner…or dessert.


May 29 / 26 Days

“Why were you shooting at Maurice?” she asked.

“None of your business.”

He wanted his tongue in her mouth, wanted to know if she tasted as good as she smelled.


May 28 / 27 Days

He was there. Staring at her as if he’d been waiting for her.

“Prison will do that.”

Great. Prison. The man was an ex-con.


May 27 / 28 Days

His stomach lurched. Holy shit, he hadn’t missed after all. He’d shot her.

She wasn’t just a girl or woman or lady. She was a hostage.


May 24 / 31 Days

The gun wobbled in Tanner Bryant’s hand as he wiped the sweat trickling in his eyes.

Thirty seconds ago, he’d had a clear shot, but now, little Miss Muffet stood in his way.






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