Minnie was yanked into the hallway, and flung hard against the wall. She grunted in pain and staggered, barely managing to stay upright. A big man, wearing a TDR patch, stood between her and the front door. He nudged the door shut. He was a grizzled mid-forties and going to fat but there was no way she’d be able to get past him. She opened her mouth to scream but he held up a towel-wrapped bundle in his arms.
“Scream and I’ll kill it,” he said softly. She shut her mouth. ‘It’ was her cat, her beloved Boots. Boots’ charcoal face peeped out of the mauve towel. He had Boots wrapped up like a papoose else she’d claw her captor to death. In other circumstances, that little face peering over the edge of the towel would be comical but Minnie realized with a sick feeling that he could kill her darling with one twist of those big hands. She’d have to figure a way out of this without screaming for someone to rescue her.
“Use your head. If you hurt me or my cat, you know what my father and brother will do to you. Do you really want to piss Hell’s Crew off?”
He laughed. “We’re going to leave quietly, together, or…” He squeezed his hands around Boots, his biceps bulging. Boots wailed, thrashing frantically beneath the confining towel.
“I swear I’ll peel you like a grape if you hurt Boots again.” He was a TDR biker so he carried a gun but the sicko chose to torture her cat to compel her obedience.
“Who’s the big guy with you? Protection?”
He must have spied on her and Big Mike when they had entered her apartment. She said nothing.
He pinched Boot’s ear. Boots mewled.
“He’s nobody. A taxi driver. He carried my bags upstairs.”
She could kick him in the crotch if she moved quickly enough, but if she missed, he’d maim Boots. But she knew he was going to hurt Boots anyway, regardless of what she said or did. His face was giddy with pleasure. TDR recruited pond scum. She inched closer.
“Wrong answer,” his hands tightened on her cat.
She screamed, “Noooooo-“
The front door crashed in- Big Mike moved toward them, a low blur, barefoot, in jeans and a t-shirt, a gun in hand. The TDR biker flung Boots up at Big Mike. Minnie watched in horror as her darling cat separated from the towel and twisted in mid-air, landing square on Big Mike’s chest, her paws splayed. Boots claws dug in deep anchoring her to Big Mike’s chest. Big Mike yelped with pain as he instinctively tried to peel Boots off.
The TDR biker reached behind him - he was going for his gun. Instincts she didn’t know she had, kicked in and Minnie snapped her leg up high and around, her foot aiming for the thug’s nose. Years of tai-bo classes gave you more than buns of steel. This man was going to learn you did not mess with her beloved pet. Her kick caught him on the temple. He fell back against the wall, his head snapping back, connecting with a dull thud.
“Don’t hurt Bootsie,” Minnie yelled at Big Mike, lunging for her cat. She tried to lift Boots away from Big Mike but it panicked her cat even worse. Boots climbed Big Mike like a tree, up his chest, over his face, launching herself off the top of his head. Minnie saw thin slashes open up on his t-shirt; bloody red gashes, on his inked arms and the side of his face, marked Boots frantic passage. Boots landed with a thump on the floor and disappeared out of the front door in a charcoal blur.
Title: On The Run
Author: Susan Amanda Kelly
Genre: Romance / Adventure / Comedy
Minerva Coolidge, a top east coast lingerie model, has been ordered home to the west coast by her over-protective, occasionally psychotic family. Daddy’s outlaw motorcycle club is embroiled in a war and Minnie is too valuable a pawn to leave in play. But Minnie refuses to give up her new life. She’s about to star in the biggest fashion show of her career. Her brother asks an old army friend, Big Mike, to guard her until they can fetch her home. Minnie thinks Big Mike is too big, too muscled, too tattooed, too tough… too everything. He’s exactly the kind of man she moved across country to escape; the kind who thinks he knows what’s best for her; the kind who doesn’t belong in her glossy, perfect, new life; the kind she shouldn’t want…
Big Mike thinks keeping a nitwit fashion model safe long enough to hand her over to her family should be easy for an ex-biker, ex-Special Forces commander who outweighs his charge by at least one-hundred-and-fifty pounds. Except the pretty nitwit isn’t a nitwit. Each time he takes his eyes off her, she flees, plunging headlong into trouble. Big Mike quickly realizes he doesn’t want to take his eyes – or his hands – off Minnie Coolidge…
Susan Amanda Kelly loves making up stuff in her head. She drives her husband to distraction by suddenly stopping, mid-conversation, and staring off into space. She once spent five hours at sea, on a boat, muttering: “Where would he hide the body?” She hopes the video footage of that trip has been wiped. She finally decided to put the characters that inhabit her head, onto paper. It was like opening the door on a lunatic asylum… glorious bedlam. She hopes her readers come to love her characters as much as she does. She writes funny romantic adventures. And her husband is convinced her male leads are based on him. Not the body-hiding psychopath, of course.
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