Sarah’s Secret: Beaver Run Series, #1

By Brie Wilds

She's on the run for her life…then falls into the hands of a handsome tough guy.

 

Sarah

Running for her life, Sarah Lee Keaton flees by train. As she heaves a sigh of relief and plans for a new future, she's distracted by a handsome chiseled fellow passenger, who by all indications is interested in what she's hiding underneath that non-flattery disguise and make her private business his personal concern.

 

Trevor

Deputy sheriff, Trevor Leigh understood people in a life and death situation. Something about Sarah triggered the knight in shining armor instinct in him. As the lurching train threw them into each other's arms-temptation and want to collide-they show caution is thrown out.

 

Will rational thinking prevail ? Let them see the dangers lurking in front of their budding relationship?

 

Beaver Run is a series of stand-alone, small-town,  interconnected, steamy romance stories. This woman in jeopardy romance is book 1 of the Beaver Run Series. It is sweet, steamy, and happily ever after with no cliffhanger. Each book in the Beaver Run series is STAND-ALONE.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ruttish Press
• Release date: Jan 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781635897425

Book preview

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Sarah

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Sarah Lee Keaton twenty-four years old. Blond, with no ambitions, and definitely not a material girl, was happy to remain a wallflower, then Mr. Drake died.

She paid the cashier at the convenient kiosk in the train station and tried not to make eye contact.

She was happy with herself and was glad she’d made the decision to dye her blond hair raven black and put on a baseball cap. The eyeglasses and scarf were an extra touch. She’d ordered a flowery maternity dress online, about two sizes bigger, wore sneakers, and draped the scarf over her shoulders. She’d dressed like her fourth-grade teacher, or so she thought.

Dress-wise, she looked older, different. But closer scrutiny by anyone that knew her would give her away.

Maybe not so for people that had only seen pictures of her in the news. And there were plenty of pictures of her out there now.

This morning when she left the apartment complex she lived in, she walked with purpose as the article on how to disguise yourself on the internet outlined. She saw her neighbor walking toward her and put the plan into practice. Avoid eye contact was the first sentence in the article. She lowered her head and passed Mrs. Keller, her neighbor for all her adult life, in the lobby. She didn’t even give her a second glance.

But despite her drab clothing, she was sure the man pretending to be looking at a magazine was checking her out. She’d noticed him when he walked to the kiosk. Square jaw, broad shoulders, and wearing a T-shirt that showed his ripped muscles, he was way out of her league. But it’s okay for a girl to daydream.

Sarah was already in Santa’s naughty book-sneaking out of town and coloring her hair. One more act wouldn’t make a difference. What if she walked up to the hunk, signaled to him, and they went somewhere private, and she would have her way with him?

Flustered, she stole a look at his tight jeans and saw the outline of his cock. Yeah, she would ride that cock until it gave up its juices. If pussies could talk, she was sure hers would urge her on, ‘Go for it, I’m wet and more than ready.’ My goodness, Sarah. Mind out of the gutter!

She swallowed, looked at him over her glasses, and their eyes met.

He smiled at her. She looked away, the back of her ears and neck feeling incredibly hot.

God. Her pulse raced. Heat traveled all over her body, and she was sure her panties were flooded. You don’t know him. He’s a stranger, and there’s no way he’ll be interested in you.

Sarah decided to leave before she embarrassed herself. She’d already taken matters into her hands with the disguise. Trying to seduce a stranger might seem within reach too.

Ma’am?

Her words brought Sarah back to the present. She cleared her throat. Oh, I’m so sorry. She gave a quick shake of her head.

There you go, said the cashier, handing a dollar bill to Sarah.

She took the money and placed it in the tip jar on the counter.

The cashier smiled. Thank you.

Sarah walked away, and her mind pivoted to her current predicament. Now that she was on the run, she paid only by cash and had close to twenty thousand dollars in her handbag. Another thirty thousand was hidden in her carry-on. Her credit cards and ID were buried deep in her wallet. She’d have to get a fake one somehow, as the online article suggested

Sarah took the bag with the book she’d bought and chuckled. Maybe she should write a book about this period in her life when everything settled, she thought as she walked away from the kiosk.

Feeling safer and more relaxed, Sarah contemplated getting a cup of coffee. But her train boarded at—she looked at the time on her phone—five minutes. She had to get to the platform.

Sarah glanced around to orient herself and saw him, just as his eyes bounced off her. She froze.

John Drake stood there, dressed in black, glancing around. How did he know she was skipping town today? Did he recognize her? She felt like the breath was being squeezed out of her.

Sarah turned and tried to walk calmly and slowly away.

A voice in her head screamed to run.

Her heartbeat thundered in her chest. The rush of blood in her veins sounded like a speeding locomotive in her head.

She must get away—fast. The disguise might have fooled him, but don’t run, or you’ll draw attention to yourself. She headed toward the train platform, her carry-on suddenly weighing a ton. Her knees felt weak, and her legs wobbled with each step. For a second, Sarah was sure they would give way.

Breathe. Breathe. He didn’t recognize you.

Thank goodness, she’d recognized him first. Over the years, she’d worked for his father, Aloysius Drake; she’d seen John Drake’s pictures all over the family house, from a cute young boy to the brute that had threatened to end her life. His image had been burned into her memory.

Despite her plan to walk slowly, Sarah’s legs had a mind of their own and picked up the pace. She only glanced over her shoulder as she was about to board the train. A gasp escaped her lips. Was he coming toward her? Did he recognize her? Bad move. Their eyes locked, and he started to walk faster.

Sarah scrambled onto the train, pausing for a moment as she took in the interior that looked like the inside of an airplane. She stumbled down the aisle then, glancing out of the window, saw Drake searching. She lowered herself onto the