An Undeniable Love
A Tainted Attraction
An Unforgettable Story
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Blurb
2 fatal
sides.
1 epic
love.
7 days to
survive.
They met
in the face of danger. They weren’t looking for love. They both knew better.
But they couldn’t stay away, and they fell hard.
He is
heart-stopping handsome, fearless—and haunted by deadly ties.
She is
breathtakingly beautiful, determined—and in harm’s way.
They
should have parted. They didn't. They never should have fucked. They did. And
now time is running out. One hundred sixty eight hours. That’s all that
remains. While Logan McPherson fights to save them, Elle Sterling is forced to
make a choice that could change everything.
When torn
between right and wrong, tainted love doesn’t have a chance...or does it? #taintedlove #weshouldhaveknownbetter
EXCERPT
Prologue
Four Months Before
Logan
Mile after mile, I ran. Faster, feet
pounding against the broken asphalt, breath crystalizing in the air. I’d been
fleeing along the edge of the road for what seemed like eternity. Trucks zoomed
past me, taillights fading in the distance, and still there were no sirens.
The moon slipped behind a cloud and
left me moving blindly. Finally, a whistle filled the darkness. It was what I’d
been waiting for.
Let’s see how bad they want this.
I spun in the opposite direction and
spotted the familiar red and blue lights. With a quick jump, I vaulted over the
damaged guardrail and found myself tumbling down a steep ravine.
Landing on my stomach, blood dripped
from my nose, and the taste of rust flooded my mouth. I didn’t take the time to
wipe it away. I had to keep moving. I’d started this game and I was going to
finish it.
Quickly, I leapt to my feet and
began to run again. When a sharp burning and throbbing pulsated in my right
ankle, I knew my speed would be impaired. I must have twisted it in the fall.
With everything I had, I tried to ignore the pain.
Adrenaline pumped through my
bloodstream, making my heart race and giving me the strength I needed. I was no
longer on the pavement and my terrain was harder to navigate. Trees, broken
branches, and the sickening smell of the stagnant river surrounded me. I pushed
onward.
It could have been worse—at least
there wasn’t any ice.
Still, it was fucking
freezing out here. Snow fell around me. Chilled to the bone, I tugged my hat
farther down over my ears.
I didn’t stop,
though—I had to keep going.
When my eyes were
streaming from the cold and my leg muscles began to seize up, I knew my body
needed a break. I’d find cover and play the wait-and-see game.
The dilapidated
abandoned warehouse a few yards away seemed like my best choice. The hinges
were rusted and appeared broken, but when I yanked on the door, it wouldn’t
open.
With a sigh, I stomped
my salt-stained shoes in the slush I was standing in and looked around.
No sign of them, yet.
They’d be here soon
enough.
My lungs burned as I
bent over with my hands on my thighs in an attempt to catch my breath.
Poised to move in any
direction, I thought about my decision to bait them.
Smart?
Stupid?
I couldn’t believe the
game of cat and mouse I had entered into—with the Boston Police Department
nonetheless.
But I’d had enough.
They’d been following me around for almost a week. Their more-than-obvious tail
was bordering on harassment. Pushed to the limit, today I’d decided it was time
to find out what it was all about. I was going to force their move. I left my
vehicle and took off. They were tracking me, but what they were waiting for to
approach me, I had no idea. At this point I had two choices—approach them or
keep going. Since I didn’t want to make it easy, I kept running.
Time seemed to be at a
standstill as I looked around again. I knew they were close. Yet, as I searched
my surroundings, there were no signs of life; everything around me was dark
except for the golden glow from the cables of the Zakim Bridge.
The bridge.
I couldn’t believe I’d
ended up on the West End. That was more than a slight hike from the tip of the
South End, where I’d started all this.
What time was it
anyway?
Before I could look at my watch—the
one my grandfather had given me, the one worth more than most of the houses in
the surrounding area, the pretentious Patek Philippe with an authentic enamel
dial and custom-made rubber watchband, the one almost a match for his own—a
yellow beam of light shined down on me.
I guess the BPD finally decided to
make their move.
A heavily Boston-accented voice
carried through the wind. “Put your hands in the air where we can see them.”
“Fuck me. Really? You’re going to
arrest me? For what?” My gaze scoured the area
until they came into sight.
There were three of
them and one of me. I didn’t plan to keep running. I didn’t need to, but even
if I wanted to, there was nowhere to go. The riverbank was on one side and they
were on the other. The trio moved closer and drew their weapons. I responded
with equanimity and raised my palms. Still, not a single one of them lowered a
gun. Step by step, they moved toward me. When they were about five feet away, I
decided to help them out and face them, but before I could, the tallest figure
lunged for me.
He pinned me to the
wall. “I just wanted to talk. I wasn’t going to arrest you until you assaulted
me. But thanks for giving me a reason.”
“I was putting my
hands behind my back, asshole,” I grunted.
“Right,” he snickered.
Nostrils flaring, the
fatter one grabbed me by my collar and yanked me to him. “Stop resisting.”
What the fuck?
A quick punch to the
gut and a kick to my leg had me belly down in a matter of seconds.
Most men would have
been scared shitless, but not me. I
grew up living in two very different worlds, the only similarity being power
and greed. To look at me, you wouldn’t believe I was capable of doing the
things I had done. Born with a silver spoon in my mouth, I was the grandson of
one of the wealthiest men in New York City.
It wasn’t my trust fund background
that anyone had to worry about, though. I was also the grandson of the former
head of Boston’s Blue Hill Gang—a piece of me I had tried to renounce. That I
wanted to escape. But my family ties kept me bound. The Irish Mob might have
changed since my father’s father ran things, but there were some things that
never changed.
I’d been raised in
both worlds and these cops knew it. They were counting on the Blue Hill Gang
part of me to greet them.
Meet
Kim Karr
I
live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for
reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach
at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and
became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work
part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest
passions—writing.
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