Contemporary

Bushwhacked By Tiffinie Helmer

Monday, May 19, 2014

Here is a sneak peek from BUSHWHACKED releasing today May 19th! In celebration, I'll be giving away a digital copy of BUSHWHACKED to a lucky commenter.

“Corkscrew?” she asked. Systematically she started opening one drawer after another.

“Give me that.” He took the bottle from her and pointed at the table with it. “Sit.”

“Fine.” She moved to the table and pulled out one of the chairs and sat where she could watch him. He quickly located a corkscrew and twisted it into the top of the bottle, his forearms flexing with the action. Who knew that the simple action of opening a bottle of wine could make her mouth go dry? It had nothing to do with thirst, either.

He grabbed two mugs, filled them with wine, and set one in front of her, before gulping deep from his.

“Thank you,” she said, picking up her cup and taking a sip. The wine was tart and dry, warming her insides. He grunted and pulled items from the cupboards and small fridge.
She wanted to ask him questions. Not only was he an author she revered, he was a great example of how someone could live off the grid without leaving much of a footprint. She’d love to actually hold a conversation with him. But maybe it was better to sit here and watch him for a bit. Let him drink more wine. For that matter, she needed some more too. Picking up her mug, she cradled it in her hands and nursed from the rim. She had a feeling this was going to be a really long night unless they formed some sort of truce.

“What are you cooking?” she asked.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? Then what did you pull out of the cupboard?”

He slammed down the bag of pasta. She was surprised when it didn’t bust open and spill everywhere.

“Are you going to…talk?” he asked.

“It’s called conversation, and yes, it’s what people do.”

“Well, I don’t.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.” He grabbed a can opener. “I like being alone.”

“Listen, Sloan. We’re stuck with each other for however long it’s going to take until the weather clears and I can get supplies flown out here to fix my plane. There’s no getting rid of me. So quit pouting and deal with the situation like a man.”

He dropped the can opener and faced her. His breathing heavy, his eyes dark, he slowly advanced toward her. Planting his hands on the table, he caged her in. “Deal with it like a man? Tell me, woman, what’s a man who hasn’t been around the opposite sex for a very long time supposed to do with you looking wet and sexy and available? You want to know how I want to deal with it?”

She couldn’t answer if she tried, not with her heart in her throat, but then he didn’t need help as he filled in the blanks for her.

“I’m torn between locking you in the cockpit of that plane for your own fucking safety or stripping you bare and doing things to you that would get me arrested in most states. So don’t push me.”

Oh, she wanted to push. Push him so hard he broke.

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USA Today Bestselling Author Tiffinie Helmer is always up for a gripping adventure. Raised in Alaska, she was dragged 'Outside' by her husband, but escapes the lower forty-eight to spend her summers commercial fishing on the Bering Sea.

A mother of four, Tiffinie divides her time between enjoying her family, throwing her acclaimed pottery, and writing of flawed characters in unique and severe situations.
To learn more about Tiffinie's books, please visit her website at http://www.TiffinieHelmer.com or like her facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/tiffiniehelmerauthor. You can also follow her on Twitter: https://twitter.com/TiffinieHelmer.

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