Bound by Danger
Copyright © 2010 by Terry Spear
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About Bound by Danger:
Army officer Deidre Roux has hidden her psychic abilities until now. But ominous visions plague her and between the martial arts tactics her twin brother taught her and the hand-to-hand combat she learned in the Army—she’s realizing just how important these skills are for her well-being.
When a reporter moves in next door, she’s not sure just what to think. Dave Carter owns a gun—it is Texas—and comes to her rescue when her brother suddenly drops into her life again. From there it’s the normal stuff that women and men tend to do when they’re getting to know each other—boating, swimming, dancing—except for one thing…she’s trying to keep her secret under wraps at all costs, which is difficult to do when she’s under surveillance by the FBI, and people keep wanting her dead.
Could a reporter, who’s not really a reporter, prove he might just have what it takes to keep her safe–for the long run?
Excerpt from Bound by Danger:
After parking their vehicles at the apartment complex, Dave quickly met Deidre at her car. She pointed to Charlie’s truck, noting his disappointment as his brow wrinkled slightly.
“I know you talked of supper, but that was only if Charlie wasn’t home. And I really haven’t had a chance to have a word with him.”
Dave nodded and walked her to their landing. She could tell he wasn’t happy about the situation, but it would just have to be. He kissed her briefly on the lips before she hurried into her apartment.
She really liked Dave. He was so much fun to be around and work today had actually been enjoyable, only because of him. But she was so worried about Charlie, she was having a difficult time thinking of much else.
Once she closed her front door, she said, “Charlie, we’ve got to talk.”
He sauntered out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee in hand. “A little later—”
She was determined to find out what her brother had been up to. A clinking in the kitchen made her turn in that direction.
Marilyn walked out of the kitchen with a mug in her hand. “Coffee, sweetie?”
Instantly, Deidre felt her temper rising. She needed to talk to Charlie—alone!
“Uh, no, thanks.” Deidre hastened to her room and slammed the bedroom door. The woman was a leech—a real parasite. Cool down, think, Deidre.
She tore off her Army uniform and slipped into shorts, shirt, and sandals and stormed out of the room. “I’ll talk to you later, Charlie, when we can do it—alone.”
The woman eyed her, looking a little concerned. Why? Because Deidre had her number?
Whoever this woman was, she just toyed with him—certainly not in the market for real estate, commercial or otherwise. She was after something else, Deidre was certain. But what, she hadn’t a clue.
An evening at the mall would be the best bet, but not in Killeen. Temple. She liked it best. They had a Mexican restaurant right next door. A movie theater. Maybe by the time she got home, Ms. Whatever-Her-Real-Name-Was would be gone and Deidre could finally sit down and talk to Charlie.
Deidre got in her car and took off.
Interstate 35 was crowded with traffic for early evening. Irritated, she concentrated on a Mustang zipping in and out of traffic. Won’t make if very far in life, she thought.
A van tailgated her for a while and she applied her brakes. He backed off, then drove around and shot her the finger.
“Jackass,” she said back.
A travel trailer pulled out of her lane in front of her to pass a truck, and she winced as the gravel from the truck flew into her windshield. She glanced into her rearview mirror to check for traffic before she tried to pass.
The black-haired man stared back at her, his white teeth gleaming as he smiled a malicious grin. She shuddered involuntarily. His nose sported a bandage and his raccoon eyes were colored black and blue still from her bout with him on her balcony.
Quickly she glanced into her backseat. There was no one there. Her heart pumped so hard, it was ready to explode.
She knew then…he was coming for her with murderous intent.
Dave walked out of the shower and heard banging on his door. After running for the door, he peeked out of his peephole. Marilyn’s face was darkened with concern. He pulled the door open, and she glanced down at the towel wrapped around his waist and smiled.
“I kind of like this look—”
“What do you want, Marilyn?” He hurried back into his bedroom.
She shut the door and followed him. “I’ve been trying to get hold of you—”
“I was showering. What’s up? Aren’t you kind of blowing your cover?”
“Deidre took off to God knows where. Before I could stop him, Charlie chased after her.”
“Jeez, Marilyn.” Without drying off, he hurried to pull his shirt on. “Did you call the state police?”
And…they’re all bound for more danger!
So I’m off to write, and hope you have a really, truly, danger-free day!
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