Thank you for having me. Rhonda and Blake have been in hiding and this is the first time they’ve been able to venture out. In the following scene the wished they’d stayed put. Here is an excerpt.
They didn’t make the turn off Bourbon Street. He mistook the first shot for part of the drum solo from the band performing at the next bar they passed. The second, he recognized for what it was: a blast from a shotgun, suppressor on. It pinged the wall beside his head, sending shards of brick into the air. Grabbing Rhonda’s hand, he made for the door of the nearest club. A fellow the size of a small truck blocked the entrance.
“Cover charge, folks. Cash only,” he said, clueless to the danger around them.
Blake rapidly scanned the area, trying to assess where the shots had come from—and if they we’re sitting ducks. He considered going for his gun but thought that could create panic. Panic they could hide in, but innocent bystanders might get hurt. The third shot answered his question. It struck the doorman in the shoulder. He snatched up Rhonda by the waist as she bent down to help the injured man. Ignoring her protests, he pushed past the other doorman who’d come to see what happened.
“Blake, he’s been shot.” She continued to argue as he dragged her through the club.
“We’ll be next,” he shouted as the band played, unaware of the menace outside.
“Blake,” she complained, struggling against his hold, vainly attempting to free herself. No way was he letting go. He was running on adrenaline and if he stopped now, he was afraid he might not be able to continue.
“Stop it, Rhonda,” he yelled over his shoulder as the music abruptly cut off. Inside the partiers were at last attuned to what was going on. He took a chance and stopped. He’d protect Rhonda with everything he had. He could do this. He pushed her up against the wall as the crowds dispersed, some toward the front, some back. Would the gunman continue to take out bystanders? He didn’t know and right now, he couldn’t concern himself with that. His priority was Rhonda.
“Look,” he said close to her ear, needing to be heard but not wanting to draw attention. “His friends have him now. They’ll see to it he gets help. We have to get out of here. We’re the danger to this crowd.” He drew back, wanting to see if she understood. Thankfully, she nodded.
“What do we do?”
“This place has to have a back door. Let’s find it…before the police show up. We can’t afford complications.” Sorrentino had allies in the force and Blake wasn’t about to chance any of them being here in New Orleans.
“Blake?” she said, eyes wide. “I’m scared.” Innocent wasn’t a word he’d ever thought of using to describe Rhonda. She was tough and had the bollocks of a fighter. But now he knew she was really smart. A smart person should be afraid.
“I’ve got you,” he assured her, squeezing her hand. “Let’s go.” He pulled her down a narrow hallway leading to bathrooms and hopefully the back offices and exit. He thought they hit a dead end when Rhonda opened a closed door. On the other side was a wee courtyard and behind it another building that looked to be used for storage.
“Carriage house?” she asked.
“Maybe, but its seen better days. If we’re lucky there’s an alley behind it.”
“What else would be there?”
“Another building. This is an old city. I don’t know how much space we’ll find behind this carriage house. Come on, keep going.” Sirens wailed as they climbed over broken chairs and stepped around soiled boxes and wooden crates filled with old faucets and rusty pipes. They passed a bathroom that hadn’t been used in years and a set of rickety-looking stairs before finally making it to the back. There was no door, only a dirty window. A dirty window with metal bars.
“Now what?” He glanced back at the stairs.
“We go up.”
“Up to where?”
“If we get lucky, we might find a fire escape ladder on the second floor into the alley.” An alley he could see beyond the filthy window. “I think this used to be a dwelling of some kind.”
“And if not?” she asked, following him, trusting him. “We’re screwed.”
Blurb Sin on the Run
There are some secrets even Las Vegas's 24/7 glitter can't hide. Lucy Farago's dazzling new series ups the ante as a fiery stripper fights to protect an elite detective from danger--and both their killer pasts… Living in the red-hot now is how Rhonda Deagan survives. Onstage, this sexy Goth stripper always stays on top, no matter how much her real-life dreams shatter. So why not risk a scorching fling with a gorgeous groomsman after her best friend's wedding?
Too bad Blake Cameron is in someone's lethal sights. And saving this cool-headed investigator's life just put Rhonda on the run with him--and on his personal, oh-so-seductive hit list…
For Blake, figuring out who doesn't want him dead is easier than keeping his new raven-haired friend safe. The only way he can buy time to out-think their pursuers is to hide them both in the aristocratic world he thought he'd escaped. But there's no escaping the incendiary attraction between him and Rhonda. Walking the knife-edge between desire, lies, and naked truth may be their best chance to live--if it doesn't cut too deep to survive…
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