Trust Me
Publication Date: 1 February 2015
A woman on a mission…
A man on the hunt…
Jack Quinn learned to recognize trouble in the marines, and he sees it in Maddie the minute he lays eyes on her tending bar. Her secrets are hidden deep, but secrets are his specialty, and peeling away her barriers only makes him want her more. He’ll do whatever it takes to get her to trust him with her body and her heart.
An old threat whose time has come…
Staying hidden kept Maddie safe, but the search for justice will bring her into the open and face-to-face with her treacherous past. Risking her life is one thing, but risking her heart is another. In love and in danger, she must trust Jack to lead her—and pray they both come out alive.
Excerpt:
“Jack’s a great self-defense
teacher,” Taylor was saying. “And like I’ve told him more than once, he can
manhandle me anytime.”
The flirty words fit Taylor’s
normal happy-go-lucky attitude, but Maddie sensed that, in this instance, they
were more about drawing attention away from what she’d admitted about her past.
“No kidding,” Elena teased. “I
mean, God”—the petite waitress fanned her pink cheeks—“those thighs.”
Taylor winked. “That ass.”
And that was the last place
Maddie’s mind needed to go. No thinking about Jack’s ass.
“Not to mention that face,” Elena
said.
“You mean the one with the smug
male arrogance?” Maddie asked.
Elena’s mini swoon mocked her.
“Yeah, that one.”
“Come on, Maddie,” Taylor said.
“Don’t tell me he didn’t push any buttons with you.”
“Oh, he pushed buttons, all right.”
She clamped her lips shut before she admitted which ones. Instead she gave
Elena a warning look. “You, on the other hand, you hit a big button.”
“Not sure I would say ‘hit’ around
here for a while,” John put in, sotto voce, from a few feet away.
Maddie stuck her tongue out at his
back. Taylor hooted, the hand over her mouth barely muffling the sound.
“How’s your arm?” Maddie asked
Elena when the amusement died down.
“A bit bruised, but I’ll be okay.”
She rotated her wrist cautiously. “I’ll keep an eye on it.”
“Do that. You never know when there
might be a hairline fracture.” Maddie knew that from experience.
“So where’d you learn your moves,
Maddie?” Taylor asked.
The ever-present shrug came to her
rescue. “Here and there.”
“Comes in handy in a bar,” Taylor
said.
“Back to work, girls!” Tommy Ray
called through the window to the kitchen.
Taylor and Elena returned to the
floor, their heads together, continuing the conversation between them. Maddie
watched for a moment, an emotion swirling in her chest that she had no desire
to identify but couldn’t get away from: jealousy. She shouldn’t feel jealousy,
shouldn’t feel need. Shouldn’t feel any of the things that were raising their
nasty little heads tonight. The only thing she allowed herself to need was
justice, and to gain it, she had to keep her sights on what was important.
Uncovering secrets.
Finding the proof.
Emotion would only make her
vulnerable, and vulnerable was as good as dead in her world.
About Ella Sheridan
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