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Synopsis:
Sarah Jennings wants nothing more than a quiet life—alone.
Raised by an eccentric mother, their life on the road only taught her how to run away from hard times. But when she finds herself in an abusive relationship, this lesson serves her well.
Raised by an eccentric mother, their life on the road only taught her how to run away from hard times. But when she finds herself in an abusive relationship, this lesson serves her well.
Now, back in her hometown, she's found a place she loves. She’s a first
grade teacher, and with few friends and less family around, she has what she
wants, a quiet life under the radar where she can be free of her past and live
quietly. Finally comfortable in her own skin, she’s settled, and less fearful
than she’s ever been in her life.
But it only takes one night and one act of violence for everything to
change. Injured and afraid, Sarah wants to run again, but Mark Summors refuses
to let her go.
Just when Sarah thinks she can have Mark and the life he promises, her
past comes back to haunt her.
Mark Summors was born and raised in Santa Rosa. He married his high
school sweetheart and never questioned his life, until he found his wife with
another man.
Now divorced, he wants something more. He’s passionate about his job,
he wants to protect people, and he devotes his life to it.
This time he’s protecting more than just another client, he’s protecting his future; at least, Sarah Jennings will be his future, once he convinces her she loves him.
Excerpt:
Sarah pried open her heavy eyelids and turned, trying to
focus on the clock. “Ow, dammit!” She clenched her teeth and looked down at the
sling tied to her arm. The smothering realization pressed on her chest. When
the nausea hit, she flung the covers off and rushed to the bathroom, fighting
to get to the toilet before her stomach heaved.
When the painful dry heaving stopped, she lay back on the
cold tile floor, exhausted, and waited for the room to stop spinning. Her
ragged breaths roared in her ears and seemed to echo in the quiet room. When
her breathing slowed, the silence ebbed around her in waves, but when footsteps
approached the bathroom door, she tensed again.
A bead of sweat dripped down her scalp and at the same
time someone tapped at the door. Her pulse spiked and she fought like hell to
remember who brought her home from the hospital.
She closed her eyes. “Who’s there?” The waver in her voice
pissed her off. Gawd—please don’t let me be pathetic in front of whoever
this is.
A hesitant and completely unfamiliar man’s voice said,
“Are you all right? Do you need something?”
Sarah sucked in a hard breath. “Um…” She exhaled slowly.
“Who are you?”
“Mark Summors.”
She stiffened and tried to sit up. “Do I know you?” she
asked her voice pitching.
“I can explain if you open the door.”
She steadied herself against the bathtub. The sling had
slipped up her arm, exposing the trail of bruises. She swallowed another wave
of nausea and tried to put the pieces together. Mark Summors? She
glanced around for something to use as a weapon just in case, then she wanted
to laugh—and cry. Who the hell was she kidding? She rolled her eyes. Good
plan, Sarah, take on a strange guy with a toilet brush.
“Can I come in?”
His voice was muffled as if he was resting his face against the door.
“Go ahead.” She clamped her mouth closed to suppress a
shiver, then said, “It’s unlocked.”
The door eased open and a cup of water shot out at her.
“Oh, thank you,” she cried out, relieved to wash the
disgusting film out of her mouth. She snatched the cup out of his hand and
gulped it, letting her eyes lift above the rim to see his face.
“Ah.” Sarah choked
and inhaled the water. She set the cup down, almost upending it as she dropped
it. “Oh my God!” She would never forget those intense blue eyes, just like she
would never forget the smell of her attacker’s breath. They were all thrown
together in the same horrifying memory.
Dana Mason Bio:
Dana Mason started writing to prove to her computer geek husband
and her math & science geek kids that she actually has a brain; it’s just a
right functioning brain instead of a left. She’s lived all over the country and
uses that experience in her writing and character studies. Her debut novel,
Dangerous Embrace, is the first in a contemporary romance series about a group
of friends from Northern California who learn just how short life can be when
you don’t hold on to what’s important. Second chances don’t come easy…but
sometimes love is worth the risk.
When not writing, Dana specializes in professional development and
training. She’s also a board member on the local Art's Council and does what
she can to support the art community.
As an avid reader and movie watcher, she always requires a happily
ever after ending.
Dana Mason links:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/danamason06 or @danamason06
Website: http://danamasonromance.com/
Sapphire Star Publishing Author page: http://www.sapphirestarpublishing.com/danamason/
Goodreads Author Page: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6440793.Dana_Mason
A ROFL line: "Good plan, Sarah, take on a strange guy with a toilet brush." Love it!
ReplyDelete:) Thanks, Ron. I love that one too.
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