Movie starlet and top fashion model Mallory Robbins has a budding romance snatched away when she and her new beau, Drew, are kidnapped right out of her bedroom and whisked off to a fancy Las Vegas Hotel, where she finds out her kidnapper is a Saudi Prince.
{WARNING} This book contains extreme sexual content.
PLEASE NOTE: This book was formerly released as LEGS
EXCERPT
Drew awoke from a splash of cool water across his
face. "What the f—" The lights came on, temporarily blinding him. He
tried to sit up, but he couldn't. Realizing his left arm had been fastened to
the headboard, fear crept into his psyche. He desperately tried to remember
where he was. He grabbed the sheet to wipe the wetness from his eyes and face
with his free hand and strained to remember. Where am I?
Slowly his
eyes became accustomed to the bright light and he perceived a vision of beauty.
He relaxed. It was Mallory. Then he stiffened. She was holding his Walther P99
on him. "Mallory, what are you doing?"
Her nostrils flared. "Nothing. We are going to
have a little chat. A question and answer session. You just burst into my life,
claim you know all about me, seduced me and I realized I know nothing of you."
Sweat mingled with the water Mallory had thrown on
him. "Of course, but why handcuff me? And why hold my gun on me?"
"Because you have it, that's why. You come
into my house and make wonderful love to me, but you bring a gun and handcuffs.
It makes me wonder."
"Mallory, Mallory. I would never hurt you. You
are bright, caring, articulate and funny, certainly, the most beautiful woman I've
ever seen, let alone slept with. I adore you!" The fingers of his free
hand combed through his damp hair. "I'm here to protect you."
Disbelief flashed in her baby blues. "Is that
right? Go on, I'm listening."
"I will. I'll explain everything, but first
put down the gun and release me."
"No, I'm afraid I'm not ready to do that just
yet. You have to be more convincing than that."
Staring past her, his eyes grew large and round. "Look
out! Behind you!"
"Humph! I'm not going to fall for that old li—"
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Abruptly, an arm wrapped around her waist and
another arm reached for the gun. Barefooted, she stomped on her attacker's foot
and he let go. "Oww! Fuck, you bitch!"
Drew yelled. "Behind you baby!" She tried
to turn around, but another pair of hands grabbed her roughly and held her
tight as the original attacker held a chemically treated rag over her nose and
mouth, while the gun was stripped from her hand. Through a foggy haze, Mallory saw
the gun raise and train on the struggling Drew. The gun fired as she slipped
from consciousness.
Dee & his lovely wife currently reside in Cave Creek Arizona, where he writes a novella every two to three months and a novel every six months.