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Quote of the day: "Sugar, you take my breath away." Bella Tremain, Rose Quartz.
An engine purred softly.
“Bella get back!” Hank yelled as he threw open the door and came racing toward her.
Startled, she looked up. The car, its lights off, came out of nowhere. For a moment she felt like a deer caught in the headlights, her jaw slack, her mouth gaping.
Hank tackled her. He knocked her to the ground, rolling over and over with her, absorbing most of the shock from the hard concrete with his tough body.
As the car sped by, he yanked her up. “Are you all right?” When she didn’t immediately respond, he shook her his tone urgent.
“Yeees.” She lifted a shaky hand to the side of her head, her keys still clutched in her hand.
He shoved her toward her apartment building. “Get inside,” he ordered, already racing for the truck. With three long-legged strides, he reached the pickup and hopped in the cab.
“Ms. Bella, are you all right?” George came running toward her. He stumbled to a halt beside her, trembling worse than she was.
“I’m fine, George.” She brushed off her shoulders. She had a nasty scrape on her right arm but it could have been worse, a lot worse.
She turned to watch Hank as he gunned the motor. Wrenching the steering wheel, he missed the little white Honda parked in front of him by a hairs breath. The motor whined as the truck went fishtailing down the street.
Isabella Tremaine's credo is always look your best even when you're running from the bad guys.
This modern Southern Belle has an ancient secret. Bella, as Isabella is known to her friends, is the possessor of a primeval amulet empowered by the gods with creativity and beauty, and this spunky blonde has an abundance of both. Unfortunately a madman has discovered Bella's secret and is determined to gain possession of the amulet, even if he must kill her to do so. It will take every wile in Bella's formidable arsenal of tricks to outwit the megalomaniac who is after her.
At the same time the madman is trying to steal her amulet, a ranch hand is trying to steal her heart. Bella is determined to not only stay alive but to keep her size five stilettos foot loose and fancy free. Who will prove the greater danger? The madman who wants her amulet or the ranch hand who wants her heart?