With: Angi Morgan
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Friday, March 23rd I am facing one of my toughest fears: READING IN FRONT OF A GROUP. Okay, you can stop laughing now. Seriously, I’m already nervous thinking about it. Don’t get me wrong, I feel immensely honored to be asked to be a part of the inaugural meeting of ROMANCE READS sponsored by Elizabeth Essex along with Lorraine Heath and Cindy Dees. For those of you in the Dallas/Fort Worth area, it’s at 6:30 at the Valley Ranch branch of the Irving Public Library. Refreshments will be served.
So back to my dilemma. I need your help choosing which passage to read. Let me know in the comments which scene you would like to hear. Ranger Protector is between the hero and heroine. Ranger Defender is Abby…the villain’s POV.
“I believe that’s our best option to lose men chasing us. There aren’t too many homes before it turns into the Halifax Ranch. Lots of acreage once we get there. Old Indian caves, bluffs, the Blanco River. There’s a small dam and road that might throw them off, too.”
“You already made up your mind which way we’re going.”
“Thanks for being considerate about it, though.”
Jack made her feel included. She had no idea if this was deliberate in order to confuse her or if he was genuine. Scratch that. He was the genuine article. There was no talking herself out of that impression.
Under the bluff, darkness was steadily moving in. She stepped into the middle of the shallow creek, careful not to slip and drench herself, but there was nothing to see. No lights from nearby houses. No light pollution from a nearby town.
They really were in the middle of nowhere.
A good place to analyze and organize.
“You’re shivering. Ready to go up? There are some electric blankets or I could start a fire.”
“Dinner in front of the fire? Will there be a movie, too?”
“Only if you like a DVD they have. I didn’t pay much attention to those when I was here before.”
They started back up the incline. Jack led the way, holding her hand, steadying her when the rubber boots slipped. Back to the deck, he stepped up, then lifted her with both hands.
There it was again.
A spark. A moment of anticipation.
If they’d been on a date, she would have stood on her tiptoes until he kissed her. She might have even leaned in and kissed him first. But they weren’t on a date. They were hiding out in the Texas Hill Country. And while she debated with herself about what to do, he let her go and practically ran the length of the porch.
“I’ll grab the food,” he shot over his shoulder.
There might be a million and one questions about who was after her and why. But one thing was abundantly clear. Ranger Jack MacKinnon was an honest man and dangerously attractive. She already respected him and trusted his judgment.
Getting involved would be easy. So how distracting would it be trying not to?
“I could never have assumed that Rashid would react to the suggestion before he left the hospital.” Abby pulled at her cuticles with tweezers. She spoke to the only person completely familiar with her work, herself.
Several doctors, including Roberts, had ordered her to stop, stating it was unhealthy to pick at her nails. They were wrong.
Her skin was raw, but there were still pieces. She picked more furiously before looking up into her red, freshly scrubbed face. Certain there was another layer of dirt on her epidermis, she obtained another washcloth, rubbing and scrubbing as hard as she could.
Setting the cloth onto the counter, she switched back to the tweezers, picking until the bright red of her clean blood seeped around the nail. She went to the cabinet to remove the last washcloth from the sealed bag. She would begin the cleansing process again until she was positive the germs from walking on an unfamiliar street were no longer present.
“Enough!” her reflection yelled.
“I can never get clean enough,” she answered behind the cloth.
“You must control yourself, Abby. Break from your routine. There is work to be done. Check the list you made while waiting for the train. It’s thorough.”
“Yes. I need to identify the woman in the truck.” The tweezers caught her eye. She dropped the newer white cloth on top of the metal but immediately had to place them in the sterilizing jar.
“My darling Abby. You are so smart and will find my answers. The perfect death will be ours. I’ve always had faith in you.”
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“RANGER PROTECTOR was a thrill ride from the beginning. I literally couldn't put the book down until I finished reading.” ~J.M.V, Amazon 5 stars
“Whether you’re a fan of romantic suspense, standard thrillers, or simply gripping and intelligent storytelling, RANGER DEFENDER is the book to read this year.” ~MD, Amazon 5 stars
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USA Today Bestselling author ANGI MORGAN writes Intrigues where honor and danger collide with love. Her work is a multiple contest finalist and Publisher’s Weekly best seller. She drags her dogs –and husband– around Texas for research road trips so she can write off her camera. They now have a map with highlighted roads they’ve traveled. Every detour somehow makes it into a book.
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Which would you want to hear me read?