Suspense, Suspicion, Sensuality
Faces in Shadow
Shadows of Council Creek
(Book One)
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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.
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Psst! And book two is almost done! I promise it won't be long!
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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Psst! And book two is almost done! I promise it won't be long!
