Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(79)

“What? No! You need to come home now. We can’t chance that whoever is there might place our resemblance and start asking questions.”

“That’s not going to happen, Bethie. You worry too much.”

“And you don’t worry enough. Please, Katie, do this for me. Come home and let’s head out together.”

“I’ll try my best, but—”

“But nothing! Just do!”

Before she can finish talking, there’s a hard knock on the door.

“Sweetness? You in there? I’m getting lonely out here without you.”

“Oh my God!” Beth hisses over the phone. “Is that Torch??”

Hmmm. I guess I did forget to mention which one was here, probably because Bethie knew that fine man starred in several of my hot dreams after I saw him that night.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” I call to him through the door. “Anyone ever tell you that you shouldn’t crowd a woman, Romeo?”

“I’m too busy f*cking them senseless to listen to advice,” he counters.

“Bethie, I’ve got to go,” I whisper. “Just follow the escape plan we set up when we moved here. If something happens and I don’t show, move on to our next destination. I’ll meet you there. I promise.”

“No, I don’t like this. I can call the cops or something, make a fake report and distract them, then—”

“I got this. Just get my niece safe.”

“You and I are going to have words when you make it to our spot,” she warns me.

“I’ll look forward to it. Stay safe, Bethie. Love you bigger than outer space.”

“Love you, too,” she whispers.

I hang up, trying to swallow down my nerves. I walk to the door and open it. Sure enough, there’s the object of my lusts leaning against the wall with a wicked smile on his lips. He holds out a hand to me.

“Dance with me, sweetness. I want to feel you in my arms.”

I let him take my hand, and I know I’m going to ignore my sister’s plea tonight. I just hope I don’t live to regret it.





Up next is an excerpt from Author K. L. Donn’s release:

Emily’s Protectors

Author Page: K.L.Donn

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Chapter 1


Waking up in a cold sweat from the nightmare she was having about that horrible night nearly two years ago, Emily shuttered just like she did every time she thought of the night she learned she had somehow managed to gain a stalker. Not knowing who, was the worst part. She was always looking over her shoulder; moving more than a dozen times because he kept finding her.

She was afraid to go out and had become even more of an introvert than she had been before the psycho started stalking her. The police couldn’t do anything without a suspect, so she was stuck in a living nightmare. Not knowing who to trust, thus being unable to make friends; her existence was lonely and depressing and some days, she felt like it would be easier to let this person find her. Ironically, every time she thought it, he would find her, and she didn’t stick around to find out what her fate would be. She ran. Fast and hard. Not stopping for weeks until she was sure he couldn’t find her again.

Getting up from the bed, she made her way to the bathroom to shower and brush her teeth. Finished, she went into her teeny tiny kitchen to start the coffee. Her coffee addiction was probably the only thing she hadn’t changed about her life. How was she supposed to cope without it, after all? Being forced to make so many changes in her life, so often, has left her bitter towards people. She had a nice, if not lonely, life before. She didn’t have men lining up for dates, but she had friends and was occasionally asked out. Being so short, her weight showed; curvy was just how she was made. She accepted it, but just once, she’d like to be the girl with a happily ever after.

Her mom had always told her that she had child bearing hips. They were wide, and one day a man would recognize that and cherish her for it. She wasn’t holding out hope on that one. Grabbing her coffee and going to unlock the front door to grab her morning paper, she didn’t notice the note and flowers at first. Walking out to the mailbox that was hanging from the porch railing, she grabbed the paper and turned to see blood red roses and a large envelope next to her door. In her shock, she hadn’t noticed that she dropped her coffee and shattered the cup until she took a step forward. Emily grabbed the vase of roses and envelope, and as soon as she went inside, she took the flowers out of the vase and smashed it in the garbage can, shattering it. The flowers were stuffed down the garbage disposal before being turned on. With that done, she looked at the envelope, scared to open it but knowing she had to.

She had the twisted reality of needing to know exactly what he was sending her. Wiping the tears off her cheeks, she hadn’t even realized she was crying. She tore open the envelope to find more pictures of herself; in the garden, through her kitchen and bedroom windows. Grabbing her mail, which included the most recent one from yesterday after her hose had exploded and soaked her yellow shirt, making her pink bra visible. Shaking in fear and anger, she was about to tear it up when she remembered overhearing someone talking about a security firm that specialized in stalking cases.

Dropping into a kitchen chair, she put her head in her hands and tried to remember the name of it. After a few minutes of thinking so hard she was starting to get a headache, she got up to go get dressed and saw the blood drops on the floor. The pain in her feet from stepping on the broken mug finally registered. Sighing, she made her way to the washroom and started cleaning her feet when it suddenly hit her. Dropping the cloth and tweezers, she ran to the phone, picked it up, and called information for the number; she had them direct her right to the company.