Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 14425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Hell hath no fury like these women….scorned or not scorned!
Book # 1
SEXY KILLER
a strong female lead, second chance, revenge romance
Chelsea Emerson:
The last thing I expect when meeting Dad for dinner is to walk in on a robbery. Two men ransack my father’s jewelry store and then turn their sights on me. All my years of fight training give me an advantage, but not for long, as I end up unconscious beside my father.
When the sound of my ex from a few years ago stirs me awake, I open my eyes to the hottest detective I’ve ever seen. Detective Victor Bennett is even sexier than the last time I saw him, but he’s questioning me like I’m the enemy. Our past relationship must not mean much, and that’s fine as long as he stays out of my way.
Nothing and no one is going to stop me from getting revenge against the men who left me and my father for dead. Since Victor Bennett’s hellbent on linking me to this crime, I’ll let him get close enough to get what I need, but lust and love have other plans. We rekindle what we used to have while I play a dangerous game of cat and mouse. The closer we get, the closer I am to making the men behind the robbery pay for their crimes. I just hope my pursuit of vengeance doesn’t end up costing me a second chance at love.
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1
CHELSEA
The sound of glass shattering as I step inside my father's jewelry store puts me on high alert. The alarm isn't blaring, and the light chuckles of men rummaging through the shop's display cases shift my alert to rage. My father works his fingers to the bone creating custom pieces, only for these animals to destroy what he's built.
My line of work, masquerading as a firearms and safety instructor, kicks in as I crouch down and reach inside my bag to retrieve my weapon.
Fuck.
Of course my gun is in the car because why would I need it to go out to dinner with Dad?
My phone is the next best thing as I dial 9-1-1.
"Mapleton Police. What's the nature of your emergency?" the dispatcher answers in a tone that's annoyingly sweet.
I try to keep my voice at a whisper as I tell her, "There's a robbery in progress at Francine's Jewelers. 2210 Main Street."
"I'm sorry, ma'am, I couldn't hear you. Did you say a robbery?"
"Yes," I hiss into the device, but I don't get to say anything else as heavy boots approach, and I drop my phone on the floor.
It's a beige floor tiled with specks of gold, black, and silver that Dad buffs once a week. Four long rectangular glass display cases frame the small shop, with two lining the left and right walls. The other two sit in a line in front of a mahogany wall. It doesn't take long for me to try to hide behind the display case.
"You know I can see you through the glass?" the masked robber states with a snicker. "Come on out here, sugar. Don't make me drag you out."
The sound of his gun tapping on the top of the glass display case makes me comply as I rise to my feet. He tips his head to the side to take me in from head to toe with a slight nod. I can only imagine he's licking his lips behind his black-knitted ski mask, sending tremors of fear down my spine.
At just shy of six feet, the guy's stance tells me he's not prepared for me to put up a fight. 160 pounds, black shirt, black pants, black gloves—nothing to identify him but dark brown eyes and a sinister voice.
"Please don't hurt me," I beg in the most submissive tone I can muster. For good measure, I add a shakiness to my voice to reveal a morsel of fear rippling through me. However, adrenaline steadily overrides my fright. Once I catch a glimpse of my father's unconscious body bleeding on the floor, adrenaline and rage eclipse every other emotion.
"What did you do to him?" I screech and attempt to rush by the burglar.
A thick arm wraps around my waist to pull me back, stopping me from checking on Dad. "Oh no, you don't. Stay put until we're done. We'll be out of here in a second."
I immediately jerk my head backward, connecting with the center of his face. My elbow follows up with a blow just under his ribs as I break free of his grasp. He pulls his mask off, the blood dripping from his nose.
"BITCH!" He spits on the floor and charges me. The way his shoulder connects with my torso knocks every ounce of air out of me. My feet stumble over each other as he drives me backward until I'm slammed against a display case that rocks as I slide onto the floor.