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Title: Closer
Series: The Unit #1
Author: Sarah Greyson
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: December 8, 2015
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Danger. Intrigue. Suspense. Former Green Beret Michael
Cartwright thought he left all that behind him….
When Department of Defense Engineer Emma Welby takes on a
Top Secret project for the Pentagon, she never expects to be running for her
life. With a terrorist cell and a rogue CIA agent after her, the one man who
can protect Emma thinks she is a traitor to her country.
Michael Cartwright is haunted by the tours he served in
Afghanistan and Iraq. Sent on assignment to track down a terrorist, the last
person he expects to encounter is the intellectually driven beauty that tempts
and challenges Michael in a way that no one ever has.
With danger lurking around every corner, can Michael save
Emma and keep his past from destroying his future?
+18 warning – This book is intended for mature audiences.
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EXCERPT
A damp, musty smell assaulted her
senses. She couldn’t see because of the single bare light bulb hanging in front
of her, glaring into her eyes, while she imagined dark, damp corners. Emma
tried to peer around the room. Next to the bulb was a metal, beaded string.
Against the far wall sat an old green couch. The stairs were behind her. There
were laundry hook-ups sticking out of the wall above the couch. The floor was
concrete. She was in a cellar of a house, her hands tied to one of the exposed
old, wooden beams that ran the length of the ceiling. When she looked up, she
could see the wiring and cables stapled to and running atop the beams. Did he
live here?
“Don’t you touch me, you freak,”
Emma screamed, as she dangled by her bound hands from the ceiling of the
cottage’s basement.
“You are going to tell me
everything I want to know about your boyfriend before I kill you,” Ingrams
commanded as he ran his finger between her breasts.
Emma wiggled and tossed her body
away from Ingram’s hand.
“Who is he, Ms. Welby?” Ingrams
demanded.
“Go to hell,” Emma exclaimed as
she spat in his direction.
He didn’t take kindly to the
insult. Ingrams raised his right hand and backhanded her hard across her face.
Her lip busted open and she sucked in the familiar metallic taste of blood.
“We can play this game all night.
In fact, we can play this game for the next three nights. But I guarantee you,
you will tell me what I want to know. The question is, Ms. Welby, how quickly
do you want to die?” Ingrams jeered as he wiped the line of blood trickling
from Emma’s lip down her chin. Ingrams moved his face closer to Emma’s and
licked at the blood removing it from her chin.
“You’ve obviously suffered some
kind of psychotic break, you sick man. You said you worked for the CIA. I don’t
know anybody that works for the CIA that would treat a fellow colleague the way
you’re treating me,” Emma snarled as she swung her legs away from Ingram’s
body.
“Tell me about him. How long have
you known him? Does he know about the work you do for the DOD? Does he know
about Project Hummingbird?” Ingrams growled as he pulled back his right arm and
punched Emma in the stomach.
She couldn’t lean forward to
block the pain. Her hands were bound above her head and her body was dangling,
her feet swinging above the floor.
“Come on sweetie. Make my work
easy for me. Don’t put yourself through this unnecessary pain. Just tell me who
he is and who he works for, and we can be done here,” he said as he pulled his
arm back to ram his fist into her stomach a second time.
Emma felt the wind leave her
body. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. He would not break her. If she told
him what he wanted to know, she was dead. She had to endure whatever he dished
out, just until Michael could save her.
He raised his arm again to strike
her but this time she lifted her leg and connected with his groin.
“You bitch,” he huffed as he
hunched over in pain. There, that would buy her a reprieve, she thought, just
enough to gain some of her strength back. She needed to be strong for Michael.
Shit, she needed to be strong for herself.
After rolling on the floor in
utter agony for several minutes, Ingrams got to his knees and pushed himself
upright. “I am going to kill him with or without your help, Ms. Welby,” Ingrams
seethed.
He went to the bag he brought
with him and pulled out the duct tape. He walked behind her and wrestled her
legs together as she kicked and bucked. He finally managed to hold them tightly
and began rolling the tape around her ankles binding both legs.
“There, no more kicking,” he
smiled as he stood up and placed the tape back in his bag.
He turned and walked back over to
her. Her hands felt like they were separating from her wrists, but she couldn’t
give up. How long would he take to kill her? Did he really plan on torturing
her first? It was obvious something wasn’t right with this man.
“I must say, Ms. Welby, I didn’t
expect you to be so strong. You have a PhD for God’s sake. But you’re delicate
like a flower,” Ingrams told her as he ran his hand between her legs. He
wriggled his hand in between her thighs and cupped her sex. She squirmed and
bucked, but she couldn’t escape him.
“Get your hands off of me,” she
yelled as tears fell down her cheeks. Salt mixing with the metal taste on her
lips.
“Maybe I will have you before I
kill you. You are a remarkably beautiful woman, Ms. Welby,” he insisted as he
applied pressure to her clit with his nubby fingers.
“You’d like that, you sick
animal? Why don’t you untie me so we can become properly acquainted,” she
retorted as she tried to again free herself from his hand. Where are you
Michael? “Oh Emma? Emma? Whatever shall I do with you?” he asked as he removed
his hand from her sex. “I can’t let you help a terrorist organization. I have
to kill you. What you know is too valuable. They won’t stop coming after you
until you give them what they want. And what they want is the information on
Project Hummingbird. You really can’t expect me, a CIA agent, to let you go
now, can you?” Ingrams coaxed while he brushed Emma’s reddened face with the
back of his hand.
He lowered his arm, pulled back
his fist, and punched her square in the face. “That’s for kicking me in the
balls, you bitch.”
AUTHOR BIO
Writing is something that has always come naturally to
me. Throughout my academic and
professional careers, I have always found my way back to writing. Writing a novel has long been a dream of
mine, and I've made many attempts. I
also read a great deal, like a book every three days. I love reading contemporary romantic suspense
novels, so authors like Maya Banks, Nora Roberts, and H.M. Ward are some of my
favorites. I also love Abbi Glines and
Slyvia Day to name a few. They have
taught me so much. But it wasn't until I
attempted to read a poorly written, unengaging book that I knew I could do
it. That's what inspired me - a really
bad book. So after giving up reading
this book, I put pen to paper and produced my first novel, and I haven't slowed
down since.
I got my start in the world of writing novels late in life,
but when the sirens call, you have to answer.
I am an English teacher and editor by day but a writer by night. I LOVE
language and the written word. At the
heart of every interaction is some form of communication; it's what makes the
world go around. I truly believe I was
born in the wrong century. I would have
loved to be alive during the early 19th century when communication was an art
form. The book Pride and Prejudice was
set then and it is my all-time favorite read.
I want to create your favorite read. I love crafting stories that you can connect
to. I want you biting your fingernails
in suspense. I want you hot and bothered
over my sex scenes. I want you
breathless.
AUTHOR LINKS
Website: https://www.sarahgreyson.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/sarah_g_greyson
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