An
Undeniable Love
A
Tainted Attraction
An
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Title: Blow
Author: Kim Karr
Release Date: September 19, 2015
BLURB
2 fatal sides.
1 epic love.
7 days to survive.
They met in the face of danger. They weren’t looking for love. They both knew better. But they couldn’t stay away, and they fell hard.
He is heart-stopping handsome, fearless—and haunted by deadly ties.
She is breathtakingly beautiful, determined—and in harm’s way.
They should have parted. They didn't. They never should have fucked. They did. And now time is running out. One hundred sixty eight hours. That’s all that remains. While Logan McPherson fights to save them, Elle Sterling is forced to make a choice that could change everything.
When torn between right and wrong, tainted love doesn’t have a chance...or does it?
1 epic love.
7 days to survive.
They met in the face of danger. They weren’t looking for love. They both knew better. But they couldn’t stay away, and they fell hard.
He is heart-stopping handsome, fearless—and haunted by deadly ties.
She is breathtakingly beautiful, determined—and in harm’s way.
They should have parted. They didn't. They never should have fucked. They did. And now time is running out. One hundred sixty eight hours. That’s all that remains. While Logan McPherson fights to save them, Elle Sterling is forced to make a choice that could change everything.
When torn between right and wrong, tainted love doesn’t have a chance...or does it?
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EXCERPT
Prologue
Four Months Before
Logan
Mile after mile, I
ran. Faster, feet pounding against the broken asphalt, breath crystalizing in
the air. I’d been fleeing along the edge of the road for what seemed like
eternity. Trucks zoomed past me, taillights fading in the distance, and still
there were no sirens.
The moon slipped
behind a cloud and left me moving blindly. Finally, a whistle filled the
darkness. It was what I’d been waiting for.
Let’s see how bad they
want this.
I spun in the opposite
direction and spotted the familiar red and blue lights. With a quick jump, I
vaulted over the damaged guardrail and found myself tumbling down a steep
ravine.
Landing on my stomach,
blood dripped from my nose, and the taste of rust flooded my mouth. I didn’t
take the time to wipe it away. I had to keep moving. I’d started this game and
I was going to finish it.
Quickly, I leapt to my
feet and began to run again. When a sharp burning and throbbing pulsated in my
right ankle, I knew my speed would be impaired. I must have twisted it in the
fall. With everything I had, I tried to ignore the pain.
Adrenaline pumped
through my bloodstream, making my heart race and giving me the strength I
needed. I was no longer on the pavement and my terrain was harder to navigate.
Trees, broken branches, and the sickening smell of the stagnant river
surrounded me. I pushed onward.
It could have been
worse—at least there wasn’t any ice.
Still, it was fucking
freezing out here. Snow fell around me. Chilled to the bone, I tugged my hat
farther down over my ears.
I didn’t stop, though—I
had to keep going.
When my eyes were
streaming from the cold and my leg muscles began to seize up, I knew my body
needed a break. I’d find cover and play the wait-and-see game.
The dilapidated
abandoned warehouse a few yards away seemed like my best choice. The hinges
were rusted and appeared broken, but when I yanked on the door, it wouldn’t
open.
With a sigh, I stomped
my salt-stained shoes in the slush I was standing in and looked around.
No sign of them, yet.
They’d be here soon
enough.
My lungs burned as I
bent over with my hands on my thighs in an attempt to catch my breath.
Poised to move in any
direction, I thought about my decision to bait them.
Smart?
Stupid?
I couldn’t believe the
game of cat and mouse I had entered into—with the Boston Police Department
nonetheless.
But I’d had enough.
They’d been following me around for almost a week. Their more-than-obvious tail
was bordering on harassment. Pushed to the limit, today I’d decided it was time
to find out what it was all about. I was going to force their move. I left my
vehicle and took off. They were tracking me, but what they were waiting for to
approach me, I had no idea. At this point I had two choices—approach them or
keep going. Since I didn’t want to make it easy, I kept running.
Time seemed to be at a
standstill as I looked around again. I knew they were close. Yet, as I searched
my surroundings, there were no signs of life; everything around me was dark
except for the golden glow from the cables of the Zakim Bridge.
The bridge.
I couldn’t believe I’d
ended up on the West End. That was more than a slight hike from the tip of the
South End, where I’d started all this.
What time was it
anyway?
Before I could look at
my watch—the one my grandfather had given me, the one worth more than most of
the houses in the surrounding area, the pretentious Patek Philippe with an
authentic enamel dial and custom-made rubber watchband, the one almost a match
for his own—a yellow beam of light shined down on me.
I guess the BPD
finally decided to make their move.
A heavily
Boston-accented voice carried through the wind. “Put your hands in the air
where we can see them.”
“Fuck me. Really?
You’re going to arrest me? For what?” My gaze scoured the area until they came
into sight.
There were three of
them and one of me. I didn’t plan to keep running. I didn’t need to, but even
if I wanted to, there was nowhere to go. The riverbank was on one side and they
were on the other. The trio moved closer and drew their weapons. I responded
with equanimity and raised my palms. Still, not a single one of them lowered a
gun. Step by step, they moved toward me. When they were about five feet away, I
decided to help them out and face them, but before I could, the tallest figure
lunged for me.
He pinned me to the wall.
“I just wanted to talk. I wasn’t going to arrest you until you assaulted me.
But thanks for giving me a reason.”
“I was putting my
hands behind my back, asshole,” I grunted.
“Right,” he snickered.
Nostrils flaring, the
fatter one grabbed me by my collar and yanked me to him. “Stop resisting.”
What the fuck?
A quick punch to the
gut and a kick to my leg had me belly down in a matter of seconds.
Most men would have
been scared shitless, but not me. I grew up living in two very different
worlds, the only similarity being power and greed. To look at me, you wouldn’t
believe I was capable of doing the things I had done. Born with a silver spoon
in my mouth, I was the grandson of one of the wealthiest men in New York City.
It wasn’t my trust
fund background that anyone had to worry about, though. I was also the grandson
of the former head of Boston’s Blue Hill Gang—a piece of me I had tried to
renounce. That I wanted to escape. But my family ties kept me bound. The Irish
Mob might have changed since my father’s father ran things, but there were some
things that never changed.
I’d been raised in
both worlds and these cops knew it. They were counting on the Blue Hill Gang
part of me to greet them.
Well fuck them very
much—but that’s not what they were going to get.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing.
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