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WindSwept Narrows: #18 Paige Andrews
WindSwept Narrows: #18 Paige Andrews
WindSwept Narrows: #18 Paige Andrews
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WindSwept Narrows: #18 Paige Andrews

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“Stop what you’re doing and put your hands out to the side where I can see them,” she said quietly, firmly. Her arm was extended, her left hand cupping the right and the small .38 caliber aimed and steady.

“You’re making a mistake,” came the very quiet, deep voice.

“You know...I get that a lot when I find someone somewhere they’re not supposed to be,” Paige said flippantly. He was big. About six three, she thought, taking in her boots which put her at about five-eleven.

Thick shaggy hair that looked a little like dark straw blonde and hung around the sides of his face and touched the collar of the black leather waist length jacket. Add to that, black leather chaps over jeans and thick soled leather boots. Her eyes flit around the large area quickly.

“And you’re supposed to be here?” Asked the deep, dry voice.

“I have access...arms out...please don’t make me shoot you,” she said cheerfully.

That tidbit of information had his body frozen, his arms rising out at his sides slowly.

“I’d prefer not to be shot this evening,” he responded silkily, turning very carefully. Sharp blue eyes landed on the weapon at the end of her arm, taking in her stance and steady grip. He allowed his eyes to trail along the length of arm to the tall, slender form and patient gaze etched on the oval face.

“You have a pink gun.” He heard the words before they struck his brain at the same time it felt like his insides had run into a solid wall.

Paige was used to the disbelief in people when she practiced.

“Funny...the operative word seems to be gun.”

“A little pink gun,” he said in amazement, his hands starting to lower until she shook her head and lifted the gun a little higher.

“No moving...and it might be little, but I seem to recall a vital artery just at the apex of your thighs,” she motioned, satisfied with the look of concern on his face. “Then there’s the edge of your wrist...oh, but my personal favorite is the neck artery...you know...the one the vampires always go for...what are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he kept his gaze shifting between her hand and her face. Expressive, large eyes that would tell him if she was unstable, instead he felt the jolt of that wall falling on him once more. Intelligent, irreverent and filled with promise. He saw that and more and it worried him.

“Usually the person with the upper hand asks the questions,” Paige bit into her cheek thoughtfully. “Hmm...and that would be...me.”

“Just looking around...”

“This look like a tourist haunt to you? And it isn’t a safe place to camp. How’d you get through the fence? I walked it, there’s no damage to it. But you don’t look like someone out to disrupt things...”

“And you’d know?”

“You’d be surprised what I know,” she said quietly, her head shaking. “You aren’t here to cause trouble for the owner.”

“Has there been trouble?” He shifted slightly, his sigh thick. “Look...arms down...I’m not armed...”

“Yeah...I always believe strangers I find on private property,” she murmured, her head shaking. “There’s been threats...and lights...” Paige frowned, her mind replaying what she’d seen. “You aren’t part of the lights...”

He saw the opening he needed and moved swiftly, one hand up and gripping her wrist, pushing her hand into the air while the other wrapped snugly around her waist, twisting her and pulling her hard against him.

“You really shouldn’t go around pointing guns at people,” the words whispered thickly against her ear. “No noise...I saw the lights off to the edge of the warehouse.”

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMar 12, 2012
ISBN9781476042831
WindSwept Narrows: #18 Paige Andrews
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Karen Diroll-Nichols

At this time books are on AllRomanceebooks.com or smashwords.com or amazon.com. I write what I dream. I dream because I can't always be or do. And I always write to make people think and laugh and feel. I hope I succeed. I've been creating what I believe we're all in search of. Friendships and romance; communication and pure, simple fun. Throw in some misadventures and misunderstandings, not to mention a few not quite truths, and it should be a roller coaster of laughs, tears and thoughts. WindSwept Narrows Resort & Casino - Modern, contemporary romance with the occasional mystery and usually lots of family issues. They're building a community that's not greed based, but on the well-being of all. Hopefully. Yes, there's lots of romance - sometimes more than one per story. Yes, there's really sensual and sexy scenes. Devil Hills is a town between Seattle and Spokane, on the edge of the snow capped mountains on the Seattle side. It's a shifter town...and a few others. And of course, just like our world, there are those who believe they know what's best for everyone. Yep, lots of sex, arguments and laughter. Typical human mistakes and misunderstandings - but with a little fur thrown in to complicate things. Independence: Bailey is the first entry into this series that should fascinate and intrigue...what happens in a life when a little Dom and D/s are thrown into it. Definitely NOT for the faint of heart...but it'll make you laugh and maybe even identify. Breanna...slightly more spicy with 2 smart, caring guys falling for 1 slightly mixed up barista who makes wicked coffee and loves cooking. While I haven't a series name - there is a follow-up to her coming out before the end of the year, Danea...a fishy little tale on the coast of Washington. A Red Crystal Romance - well...what to say...imagine believing you're at the end of your life. You live in a retirement home. You're alone. The past in your memories and just fatigue in your bones. You visit a small metaphysical shop, buy some candles that smell good and are offered a chance to fish in a caldron of crystals. Free and for good luck. When you wake in the morning...nothing will ever be the same again. Yes, some of my stories have more than one romance in it. Because it's not a bad thing to have friends *************** A bio - wow - I live to the South of Seattle along the coast in a small town called Des Moines. Gorgeous Puget Sound as our backyard, with snow capped mountains in almost all directions. I've been writing for over 20 years and in that time I have noticed how hard it is for certain people to embrace their sexuality, and very very few have the backbone to even discuss it! I think sex is a very important attribute to our lives and is necessary in order to live a balanced, happy and healthy lifestyle. It exists for exploration and simulation; it exists for bonding and pure, simple happiness at the whirlwind of sensations that can overwhelm and take your breath away. I hope that my stories simply depict that, ignite the fires within and maybe even give some pointers on how to please your partner in some new exciting ways. Bottom line: they are here for enjoyment. So read, enjoy and live the happy healthy lives we are all meant to live. Now - a dedication: I can't say I grew up with anyone encouraging me, and that's fine, they had things in their life they were dealing with. My parents and 1st husband and current in-law said it was 'a nice little hobby'. When you get that kind of reaction from people who matter, it has the effect that you no longer tell anyone. And no one ever asked what I did for hours on end over a typewriter and then VIOLA! a computer keyboard! So no one knew. Until I met and fell in love with my 2nd husband. He found the large file cabinet filled with thick manuscripts, filed in alphabetical order by lead female name. And he talked to me about writing. My writing. The single thing in my life aside from my two grown children, that I adored and cherished. They became my community; my friends. It's an amazing thing what happens when someone believes in you. Maybe it rubs off and you begin to believe in yourself, too. So everything I've created and set free on the internet to share are thanks to him and his belief and love. He helps me with words I know but that are stuck in my head floating around somewhere; he helps me spot gaps in my stories and we bounce ideas off one another for covers for my girls. He encourages me and has also come to learn some interesting traits about himself that he'd submerged because of a bad relationship. So we've grown together and continue to explore all that we can. He has my love and my heart and my gratitude for sharing a little of his courage and belief. Email: sarajane_97408@yahoo.com Website: http://www.facebook.com

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