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USA TODAY bestselling author Regan Black thrills us with this adrenaline-fueled romance in her new series, Escape Club Heroes!
The stalker shadowing lawyer Julia Cooper's every move is vowing to ruin her life—unless she discloses information about a major criminal case. For discreet help, she turns to the shadowy Escape Club, where investigative brainpower and brawn are for hire. Mitch Galway, a firefighter on leave, becomes Julia's round-the-clock bodyguard. All sculpted biceps, sexy bravado and conflicted past, Mitch works overtime to uncover the identity of the person hunting her. But as they track the creep getting way too close, Julia must share more of herself with the intriguing man protecting her…which puts them both high on a lunatic's hit list.
The stalker shadowing lawyer Julia Cooper's every move is vowing to ruin her life—unless she discloses information about a major criminal case. For discreet help, she turns to the shadowy Escape Club, where investigative brainpower and brawn are for hire. Mitch Galway, a firefighter on leave, becomes Julia's round-the-clock bodyguard. All sculpted biceps, sexy bravado and conflicted past, Mitch works overtime to uncover the identity of the person hunting her. But as they track the creep getting way too close, Julia must share more of herself with the intriguing man protecting her…which puts them both high on a lunatic's hit list.
Excerpt:
The
chime sounded for a text message and she swiped her screen to check
it. The number wasn’t familiar, though the area code was local. Her
assumption about a wrong number evaporated instantly.
Hello,
Julia. Are you having vinaigrette or ranch on today’s salad?
More
than a little uncomfortable, Julia returned her fork to the bowl,
glancing around for the person messing with her. None of her fellow
associates at the firm cared how she dressed a salad enough to find
out even for the sake of a prank. They all thought she was odd for
leaving the building most days to eat outside. The true benefit of
taking her lunch break in the park was the daily boost of sunshine,
another rare commodity for a new hire at Marburg.
Ignoring
the juvenile stunt, she resumed her lunch and headline search.
You
look better in blue. And I prefer the skirt.
This
text message arrived with a picture of her in yesterday’s charcoal
skirt and white sweater.
A
rush of nerves skated over her skin. Who had been watching her and
how had she missed it? She forced herself to chew and swallow the
peppery greens that had turned to tasteless mush in her mouth.
Quickly she packed the remainder of her salad and prepared to head
back to the office.
Don’t
go. I’d like us to be friends.
Fat
chance, starting off like this, she thought. Knowing better, she sent
a reply. Who
are you? What do you want?
Who
I am is irrelevant. I want what most men want when they look at you:
insider access.
What
did that
mean? Was that some sort of sick innuendo? Her hands trembled. She
lowered them to her lap to hide her reflexive fear. Glancing around,
she searched again for the jerk behind this ill-mannered trick.
Let’s
take a walk, Julia.
She
refused to play his game. Pulling her tote close to her side, she
leaned back on the bench and stretched out her legs, pretending to
watch a group of school kids having fun on their field trip to the
Liberty Bell Center.
I
said walk. You should cooperate with me. Your choices today will have
long-term consequences.
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