Undone

By Lauren Hawkeye

Celebrity archaeologist Cari Dunn may have only had a couple of days with bodyguard Jasper Benjamin, but it was enough to completely lose her heart to him. When one suspect after another proves their innocence, the duo find their time running out. After a violent showing from her stalker, Cari is ready for it all to be over, safe in Jasper's arms. If she makes it out alive, will he feel the same way about her?

The Uninhibited! 3-Part Serial is best enjoyed in order.
Reading Order:
Part 1 - Untamed
Part 2 - Unbound
Part 3 - Undone

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Jul 17, 2017
• ISBN: 9781640631298

Lauren Hawkeye

Lauren Hawkeye is a writer, yoga newbie, knitting aficionado and animal lover who lives in the shadows of the great Rocky Mountains of Alberta, Canada. She's older than she looks–really–and younger than she feels–most of the time–and she loves to explore the journeys that take women through life in her stories. Hawkeye's stories include erotic historical, steamy paranormal, and hot contemporary.

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Table of Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Acknowledgments

About the Author

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2017 by Lauren Hawkeye. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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Edited by Jenn Mishler

Cover design by Erin Dameron-Hill

Cover art from Shutterstock

ISBN 978-1-64063-129-8

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition July 2017

To the Cat in my life, aka the amazing Cathryn Fox. You listen to me whine and you send me virtual wine—what can I say? I couldn’t do it without you.

Chapter One

I’d never once set foot in a police station until I found myself in Meadow Ridge, Georgia, and now I was sitting across from the sheriff.

The place wasn’t like the police stations I’d seen in movies. When Jasper told me we’d be coming here, I’d pictured…well, I wasn’t sure what I’d pictured, exactly. But it wasn’t a building that looked more like a trailer than a police station. Coming in the door, we had to edge our way around a large desk belonging to a girl who looked barely older than a teen, wearing denim cutoffs, with her thick, nut-brown hair in two braids. She glanced up at us briefly when we walked in, but she was surrounded by messy piles of paperwork and largely ignored us, choosing instead to tap away on her cell phone. As we walked down the corridor to the sheriff’s office, the sound of popping bubble gum followed us.

I’d met Mack Sands before, but seeing him here, in his own habitat, made him seem like something straight out of the old west. He beckoned us in with a gruff Yeah! and as we entered, his feet were propped up on the desk, dirty with ancient mud, probably from chasing cattle-wranglers and kids making out at the old kissing spot. His face was thick with a black beard, and the edges of his eyes were stony and carved with wrinkles. His gaze, piercing and skeptical, cut through me like a knife. Two fans ran in the office, causing his hair to flutter in the breeze. Beside one boot, a polished gold plaque reading Sands was the only clean thing in the room.

Hello again, the sheriff said. He didn’t make a move to stand up and greet us. Have a seat.

Jasper pulled out the chair for me. I glanced at the spot next to me, but Jasper ignored it, choosing instead to retreat to the door. He leaned against the frame, crossing his arms and cocking one foot against the wall. My gaze wandered down to his crotch. I could see his gun and wondered if Sheriff Sands could, too. Jasper didn’t seem to be worried. If anything, I felt like I’d walked into a dick-measuring competition between the two men.

If Sands noticed the gun, he said nothing.

We’re here, I said.

Right, Sands said, nodding. He plucked a file folder from the pile of unarranged paperwork on his desk. While the scene looked like perfect chaos to me, it seemed Sands knew exactly where to find everything. Maybe that was how police work in Meadow Ridge was—imposing order on an otherwise chaotic system. Had a little problem last night.

I grimaced. I’d had a couple of problems last night.

My mind wandered. I jiggled my feet and tapped my fingers on my thighs. I looked over my shoulder at Jasper. The door behind him beckoned, like a warm house in a snowstorm. Jasper cleared his throat, and I glanced up at him, listening to his commands like one of Pavlov’s dogs. He said nothing but, instead, nodded slowly at Sands. I swallowed hard and looked back at the sheriff. Thinking about Jasper standing behind me stilled my feet and fingers, at least for the time being.

Let’s start simple, Sands said, dragging his feet off the desk. I want to know where you were last night. Want a drink?

What? I asked, shaking