Sunday, December 13, 2015

Burning Secrets by Helen Grey with a giveaway!

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Book Description:



Betrayed by her murdered husband, Maddie Reed is
confused, scared, and running for her life. One day she’s an elementary
teacher. The next she’s thrust into the Witness Protection Program under the
care of US Marshal Michael Weathers. 




With the help of his former Delta Force friend,
Jax Andrews and his fiancée Angie, Maddie and Michael race to stay one step
ahead of the people who want her dead. 




Reeling with the revelation of her husband’s
deception and horrified by her own gullibility, Maddie clings to Michael’s
strength and protection, unaware of the burning secret that threatens them
both. 




Excerpt:

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he hissed.

It was obvious he was trying to hold his voice in check. The
look on his face, the tone of his voice, and his very words infuriated me.
“What does it look like?”

“I told you to stay in there. I told you to lock the door
behind me!” He lowered the gun to his side, his eyes gazing around the woods
behind the motel.

“I needed some air,” I snapped. I wiped my eyes, knew they
were probably puffy and red now, along with my nose. Certainly, he could see
that I’d been crying.

“Maddie, you have to follow my directions. Do you understand?”

My hands balled into fists. “I’m fed up with having no control
over my own life! Go here! Do that! Boom!” I shook my head, the tears bubbling
up again. I didn’t want to cry in front of him, to appear weak, but I couldn’t
help it. “I don’t want to be here!”

His expression softened, but just a bit. I didn’t want to see
that look of pity on his face. I shook my head angrily and made to move past him,
bumping into his shoulder. He reached out and grabbed my arm, not forcefully,
and pulled me toward him. He wrapped his arms around me, and for an instant, I
succumbed to his attempts at comfort. I inhaled the scent of him — that damned
Old Spice. The scent of laundry soap from his T-shirt and the slight hint of
sweat and smoke.

I looked up at him, my eyes warm with tears. My heart
thundered in my chest. “I don’t want to be here, Michael, do you understand
that? I don’t want—”

And then, his lips were on mine.

I froze, so startled that I didn’t know how to react. But
then, I did. I didn’t know what to blame it on. My anger at Eric, the
dissatisfaction of my marriage and the truth of it, the fact that I was running
for my life, had barely avoided being blown into bits… it didn’t matter. For
the briefest of seconds, I responded. I felt ashamed, guilty, but I did it
anyway. His lips were so soft. The feelings that his kiss evoked in me were
startling. My blood raced and my breasts tingled. I felt myself grow damp.

Then reality came crashing down on me and I was jolted back to
reality. I quickly broke off the kiss, staring up at him in wide-eyed amazement
that I’d even allowed it to happen.

“I’m sorry,” he gruffly apologized. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

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