First Place. That’s
the only acceptable alternative.
When Liesel Wolf is invited to compete in a charity game,
she vows to win the million dollar prize for interstitial cystitis research. Even though she’s a woman with secrets that
should stay hidden, she agrees to geocache with handsome marshal Andy Bryce, a
man with secrets of his own.
What’s geocaching? Geocaching is a game. People hide caches around the world and post
the coordinates online. Liesel and Andy
rush to be first to find the cache, but as the game progresses they find much more,
including romance and cold-blooded killers.
Excerpt Never Trust a Pretty Wolf.
In this excerpt, Andy and Liesel share a
first kiss while running from men who tried to murder them.
They moved through the woods as silently as possible,
flinching when a careless foot snapped a branch. After one such incident,
Liesel’s nerves got the better of her. She propped her foot on a rock and
jerked a small handgun from a holster that she wore under her pant leg.
Andy’s hand shot out. “Give me that gun,” he commanded.
“No.”
He took it from her with ease. “I don’t know why you have
this,” he whispered, “but if we get out of here alive you have some explaining
to do. Now, keep moving but stay in control. Remember, no headlong plunges into
the woods.”
Forty‑five minutes later, they exited the woods near the bridge
that crossed the little creek. Liesel fearfully scanned the inviting, family‑centered
area. “I don’t
see anyone.”
“Two o’clock. Men in khaki.” Andy came to a halt and jerked
her against him. “Kiss me like you mean it.”
Liesel didn’t mind if she did. Hopefully the khaki men would
never imagine that two lovers out for a stroll had only moments before been
running for their very lives. She prayed the men didn’t get too good a look at
them. Throwing her arms around him, she pressed her body against his.
She wouldn’t have admitted to it for anything, but in spite
of the danger, she felt a thrill from the top of her head to the bottom of her
feet. Nobody could kiss like Andy Bryce!
Andy took her hand, and they strolled casually across the
bridge as if they’d been on a leisurely little walk. He kissed her again before
they got into the Mustang. The minute they got in, he put the car in gear and
slowly made his way out of the park.
“Now, Liesel,” he said. “Why don’t you tell me why those men
are trying to kill you?”
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