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Westhorpe's Ridges good girl longs to be bad. When she meets scarred Soldier Luke Roberts she thinks her dreams have true. Until the pair of them are kidnapped and held to ransom. 

My snippet this shows a small part of their escape.  

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Blurb

Kathryn Johnson’s a good girl who wants to be bad. When she plucks up the courage to visit a BDSM club, she panics and safe-words her new dom. 

Scarred former soldier, Luke Roberts suffers from PTSD. When he scenes with Kathryn, her screams trigger one of his flashbacks. Determined to get well, he visits a PTSD specialist in Westhorpe Ridge. 

Circumstances force Kathryn and Luke to share an apartment. Can Luke protect her when danger threatens? And can he make her Labour Day special when others have pushed her out of the parade planning?

A Stand-alone romance and Book Four in the Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Series. 

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Huddle inside the dumper truck’s hopper, Kathryn screamed as the car sped toward them. “Farlaise. Straight ahead. We’re sitting ducks.”

Luke gritted his teeth and opened the throttle. The dump truck sped up. Solid, but not superfast, it trundled along the road. A brick outhouse came to mind as he headed directly for Farlaise’s car. This was one game of chicken Luke meant to win.

 Even if he took a bullet, he’d hold his course and keep Kathryn safe. “So, junior leaguer, how’s your pitching?”

She tried for a smile, but it turned into a grimace. “I had one of the team’s lowest earned run averages.”

Luke kept the throttle open wide. The chugging of the engine grew louder, but he’d told her the dump truck had a top speed of less than thirty miles an hour. The wind made it feel faster.

He took a deep breath and yelled, “Hooah. Balls-to-the-wall time. Our dump truck will pulverize their front end. When you’re near enough, lob one of your Molotov things in their direction. Anything to keep them off-balance since I might as well have a target on my chest sitting up here.”

She barely heard him over the engine noise. Adrenaline shot through her. She shivered with a mix of exhilaration, panic, and determination. Protecting Luke mattered more than her safety. Her fear level rose right along with her blood pressure. She could hear her heart race, but she’d keep the driver distracted. No way would she let Farlaise and his henchman hurt Luke.

Kathryn peered out the hopper. The henchman had his gun pointed directly at Luke. No way, buster.