One man wants her heart. The other wants her dead...
Holding Out for a Hero, Book 1
Eleanor Owen needs to get out of Chicago and quick. It's not that she doesn't want to obey the subpoena to testify against her drug-trafficking ex-boyfriend. It's making it to the witness stand alive, should a dirty cop make good on his threats.
Tiny, remote Wyattville, Oregon, looks like the perfect place to disappear, but it's hard to blend into the woodwork when one of the town's infamous namesakes sends her heart racing. Worse, Mr. Tall, Hot and Packing is the town sheriff, which means she should stay as far away from him as possible.
Tyson Wyatt is positive the sexy new girl in town is hiding something. Question is, what? He vows to feel out her secrets--including what she feels like beneath him. Preferably naked. Until then, he's not buying the story she's selling.
Their chemistry is sheet-melting hot, and Ellie realizes much too late that the man with the badge is as dangerous to her heart as her ex is to her life...
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July 19, 2010
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Excerpt from Going Down by Shelli Stevens
"Well, that's funny." Tyson pursed his lips. He could've sworn he heard someone inside.
He walked around the porch to peer in the kitchen window and immediately spotted the pot on the stove. Water boiled over the sides and onto the floor.
His brows drew together as his gut tightened with the instinct that something was off. A second later, a door slammed from the back of the house.
Tyson moved quickly to the end of the porch, just in time to see a blur of black hair and bare legs, before the woman headed for the gathering of trees at the edge of the property.
Without a moment's hesitation, he hopped the porch railing and took off after her.
Was she running from him? Why?
He shook his head, reminding himself that he didn't really need to ask himself why. He knew the answer. He was in uniform and driving a marked car. And when a person ran from law enforcement, it was generally because they had something to hide.
"Stop!" he hollered, increasing his pace.
But, if anything, it spooked the woman even more and she disappeared into the woods.
Tyson didn't lose speed. Was this the tenant of the house running? Or had someone else broken in? Either way, he wasn't letting her get away that easily. Not that he thought for a minute she would, the woman was heading right toward the cliffs above the beach, so she was going to have to stop at some point. And when she did, she'd have some explaining to do.
Even as he gained ground, his frustration slipped away and unease replaced it as they began to approach the break in the trees.
She wasn't slowing down. Jesus, didn't she realize there was barely six feet out of the forest before the cliff's ledge?
"Stop!" he screamed again, almost an arm's length behind her now. "Dammit, lady, stop before you kill yourself!"
The woman burst from the trees without decreasing her speed and Tyson's heart tripped with fear.
Her sharp scream reverberated as she finally saw the cliff. Her toes dug into the dirt as she tried to halt her inevitable fall.
Tyson lurched forward, grabbed her around the waist and spun them away from the edge just as her right foot went over.
Her soft body slammed against his, causing him to stumble backward and farther away from the edge. He hit the ground first, falling on his ass before she fell on top of him. His hands slid to cup the roundness of her bottom, while her soft chest pressed against his face as her arms flailed to the ground beneath them for purchase.
Jesus. Tyson let out a strangled groan as his body instantly responded to their intimate position.
Her frightened whimper and trembling body reminded him how close she'd been to going over the cliff.
"Are you okay?" he asked gruffly, rolling them so she fell back onto the dirt and then knelt above her.
Wide hazel eyes stared up at him even as she made the tiniest nod.
He grunted and slid his gaze over her slight frame, taking in her flawless pale skin. Breasts that were small, but looked like they could still fill his hand, pushed against her thin pink tank top. Her stomach was toned and her hips flared just a bit under tiny denim shorts. Her feet were dirty from running bare through the forest, even as her dainty toes shone with a glittery pink polish.
Damn but she was a sexy little thing...and she was also terrified. Whether of him, or nearly running over a cliff, who knew.
But the fear in her eyes reminded him to stop thinking with his dick, and get back into sheriff mode.
"You could've been killed if you'd fallen off that cliff, do you realize that?" he said tersely.
Again, a tiny nod.
He narrowed his gaze. "Good. Now would you please explain why you were running from me, ma'am?"