Suspense, Suspicion, Sensuality
Shadows of Council Creek
Danger in Shadow
Book Two
of
Shadows of
Council Creek
photocredit of couple: Goran Bogicevic
of background: Olga Simonova
Artwork: Tessa Carr
of background: Olga Simonova
Artwork: Tessa Carr
Laurie Lancey has always loved the old picturesque bridge over Council Creek; it's that beauty which gave the town its name.
But then...
A near miss... A chinese fortune cookie with a deadly warning
A murdered co-worker
She knows now the serenity is just a deception. Something sinister is going on here,
And it's all around her.
Investigator Nick Allyn barely manages to save her when the shots are fired.
"This tells me only one thing, young lady," he tells her firmly.
"Those bullets were meant for you.
And only you."
Danger in Shadow... The Shadows of Council Creek (Book Two)
by Tessa Carr
But then...
A near miss... A chinese fortune cookie with a deadly warning
A murdered co-worker
She knows now the serenity is just a deception. Something sinister is going on here,
And it's all around her.
Investigator Nick Allyn barely manages to save her when the shots are fired.
"This tells me only one thing, young lady," he tells her firmly.
"Those bullets were meant for you.
And only you."
Danger in Shadow... The Shadows of Council Creek (Book Two)
by Tessa Carr
A sneak peek at Danger in Shadow...
“I should never have brought you here.” His voice was dark and masculine, filled with emotion. His hands tightened around her. “I don’t think I can keep my hands off you if you’re here.”
“Then don’t,” she whispered. “I want your hands on me.”
His pupils flared, then narrowed. “You don’t know what you’re asking,” he said, his voice lower now. “I’m not a gentle lover.”
“Gentle is overrated.”
“Don’t tempt me, Laurie.” There was a stern, warning tone to his voice that stirred her deep inside. The feeling went all the way down, bringing up the emotions she’d been trying to suppress since the first moment she saw him. She realized she wanted him to be rough; perhaps she even craved it.
“I’m not a flower you have to worry about crushing,” There was a challenge to her voice.
His hands tightened even more about her. “Oh, child. You do tempt me.”
“Child?” She laughed. “I’m anything but a child, Nick Allyn.”
“I’m quite aware of that.”
“I should never have brought you here.” His voice was dark and masculine, filled with emotion. His hands tightened around her. “I don’t think I can keep my hands off you if you’re here.”
“Then don’t,” she whispered. “I want your hands on me.”
His pupils flared, then narrowed. “You don’t know what you’re asking,” he said, his voice lower now. “I’m not a gentle lover.”
“Gentle is overrated.”
“Don’t tempt me, Laurie.” There was a stern, warning tone to his voice that stirred her deep inside. The feeling went all the way down, bringing up the emotions she’d been trying to suppress since the first moment she saw him. She realized she wanted him to be rough; perhaps she even craved it.
“I’m not a flower you have to worry about crushing,” There was a challenge to her voice.
His hands tightened even more about her. “Oh, child. You do tempt me.”
“Child?” She laughed. “I’m anything but a child, Nick Allyn.”
“I’m quite aware of that.”
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Faces in Shadow Book One of Shadows of Council Creek |
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Faces in Shadow
Book One of
The Shadows of Council Creek
photo credit: Alla Serebrina @ deposit photos.com
Artwork by Tessa Carr.
Artwork by Tessa Carr.
A sneak peek at Faces in Shadow...
Four o’clock. The hospital table was next to the bed, and she raised up on one elbow and reached through the rails, opening it to see the mirror.
Her eyes immediately widened, and she snapped it shut again.
“Oh dear God,” she whispered. She looked awful, with her hair plastered to her scalp and dried. Fighting shakiness, she sat up in bed and crossed her legs Indian-style, wondering if she could get the rails down and make it to the bathroom on her own. The IV line was attached to a bag on a pole at the head of the bed.
She yanked at the rail to her left, trying to get it down.
“What do you think you’re doing, young lady?”
The deep male voice from her right made her jump. Leaning over the side of the bed, she stared down at the man who spoke. Steely blue eyes, so dark they were almost navy, stared up at her with an expression that hinted of warning. He was lying flat in the fold-up recliner beside the bed, his long legs hanging over the edge.
“What are you doing here? I thought you’d left.”
“I’m waiting until you feel like making a statement.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re crazy.”
“No one’s disputing that. You said to wait. So, I’m waiting.”
“Oh. Well, you can wait a little longer.” She glanced toward the bath. She really needed the use of the toilet now.
“And if you’re considering walking to the bathroom by yourself, you’re not as smart as you look. Don’t even think about it.” He sat up and raised a brow as she glared.
Yes. Definitely a warning.
“I don’t think you have the right to tell me what to do.”
He ignored her statement. Instead, he stood to his feet, his jaw set in a stern expression.
“I’ll carry you if you need to go, or you can call for a nurse, but you’re not walking by yourself.” He leaned over the rail slightly and looked down, and she felt her cheeks grow hot.
Reaching for her call button, she pressed it. “I’ll…” She licked her lips nervously, “just call for the nurse, then.”
He remained where he was. “Good girl.”
Molly realized, even though she was sitting straight up in a bed high off the floor, she was forced to crane her neck upward to make eye contact. He was intimidating, this man who towered over her. His demeanor sent a shiver down her spine. His dark hair was slightly long, and she fought the urge to run her fingers through it.
Get a grip, Molly. He might be gorgeous, but you’re not exactly a catch.
* * *
Four o’clock. The hospital table was next to the bed, and she raised up on one elbow and reached through the rails, opening it to see the mirror.
Her eyes immediately widened, and she snapped it shut again.
“Oh dear God,” she whispered. She looked awful, with her hair plastered to her scalp and dried. Fighting shakiness, she sat up in bed and crossed her legs Indian-style, wondering if she could get the rails down and make it to the bathroom on her own. The IV line was attached to a bag on a pole at the head of the bed.
She yanked at the rail to her left, trying to get it down.
“What do you think you’re doing, young lady?”
The deep male voice from her right made her jump. Leaning over the side of the bed, she stared down at the man who spoke. Steely blue eyes, so dark they were almost navy, stared up at her with an expression that hinted of warning. He was lying flat in the fold-up recliner beside the bed, his long legs hanging over the edge.
“What are you doing here? I thought you’d left.”
“I’m waiting until you feel like making a statement.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re crazy.”
“No one’s disputing that. You said to wait. So, I’m waiting.”
“Oh. Well, you can wait a little longer.” She glanced toward the bath. She really needed the use of the toilet now.
“And if you’re considering walking to the bathroom by yourself, you’re not as smart as you look. Don’t even think about it.” He sat up and raised a brow as she glared.
Yes. Definitely a warning.
“I don’t think you have the right to tell me what to do.”
He ignored her statement. Instead, he stood to his feet, his jaw set in a stern expression.
“I’ll carry you if you need to go, or you can call for a nurse, but you’re not walking by yourself.” He leaned over the rail slightly and looked down, and she felt her cheeks grow hot.
Reaching for her call button, she pressed it. “I’ll…” She licked her lips nervously, “just call for the nurse, then.”
He remained where he was. “Good girl.”
Molly realized, even though she was sitting straight up in a bed high off the floor, she was forced to crane her neck upward to make eye contact. He was intimidating, this man who towered over her. His demeanor sent a shiver down her spine. His dark hair was slightly long, and she fought the urge to run her fingers through it.
Get a grip, Molly. He might be gorgeous, but you’re not exactly a catch.
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