By: Morgan Kay
Releasing May 12, 2016
Sleeping Dragon Press
Sleeping Dragon Press
Tonya’s psychotic ex is stalking her. Not the best time to meet men, still her best friend begs her to show up for blind date dinner. Her plan includes the meet and greet, then heading home. Of course, she never expected a man who sent every hormone in her body into high alert. Will looked like her next bad decision.
Will’s work as a divorce lawyer included discouraging embittered women from ramming their soon to be exes with the car or setting fire to their husband’s latest girlfriend. No wonder he fell hard for Tonya. The first woman he met with no agenda, well almost none. It’s obvious Tonya is knee deep in trouble, but refuses to ask for help. Instead of running the other way, he contemplates dashing into the tornado she refers to as her life. With any luck, he might survive.
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Listening to her co-worker’s
grating laugh, she studied the photo. Technically, everything was
covered, but she still looked nude. This
wasn’t good. Her
boss would fire her for sure. One of the accountants had to remove a
calendar with an attractive model attired in a hockey jersey due to
the fact another employee claimed it was sexual harassment.
The lack of laughter had her closing
the email, deleting it, and emptying the trash can. A creeping sense
of horror had her erasing her history. It would remain on the company
server for about forty-eight hours before it disappeared with the
rest of the trashed messages.
Richard, the IT manager, informed
her he could recover anything for up to forty-eight hours after she
deleted it. After that, no luck, he’d explained,
since they didn’t back up all data, only the essential. Emails
didn’t figure into that, thank goodness. The email was gone. Would
Richard search the files?
Tonya twisted in her chair, crossing
and uncrossing her legs. Be
rational; think logically,
she reminded herself as
she tried to slow her rapid breathing. Pushing up out of her chair,
she walked to the file cabinet and began to rifle through the files
as if she were looking for something. Michelle breezed into the room.
Her co-worker’s purse landed on
her already crowded desk, as Michelle searched for an empty place to
set her oversized soda. Her rain slicker fell onto a brightly colored
plastic chair. Michelle pivoted on her stiletto boot heels to greet
Tonya.
“Hey, girl. Sorry,
I’m late, but my youngest had…” Her voice drifted off.
Her co-worker’s excuses were
endless as to why she was late. Her children figured prominently in
them. It was hard to say if she was making them up, because kids do
get sick, and are difficult, or might even lose the car keys as her
eldest did yesterday. It was odd for her to stop in the middle of a
sentence.
“Hello, trouble with the kids?”
Tonya pushed out the words, hoping her voice sounded ordinary, not
showing the strain.
“Yeah, something like that,”
Michelle responded, not elaborating like she normally would. A
furrowed brow and a tilted down chin indicated something else might
be troubling her.
“Tonya, you’re
as a white as a sheet.
I mean, I know you’re white and all, but…”
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