Dead Running
Cassidy Christensen is running.
Running from the mercenaries who killed her parents.
Running from a scheming redhead intent on making her life miserable.
Running from painful memories that sabotage her dreams of happiness.
With two very tempting men competing for her attention, she hopes she'll finally have someone to run to, but can she trust either of them? When secrets from her past threaten her family, Cassidy decides to stop running and fight for her future.
Cassidy Christensen wants to run.
Captured by the traffickers who killed her mother, her only hope is Dr. Tattoo, a man she loves but nobody trusts. When she finally gets a chance to run, someone else she cares about is taken. Running might be her only chance at survival, but she won’t allow another family member to be killed in her place.
This must-read sequel to Dead Running will have you laughing, biting your nails, and hoping for more.
Ooh. Ooh! Do you love a good romantic suspense? A bit of heart pounding excitement and a few toe curling kisses? Then ooh, ooh! This would be the book for you. And, if you really love some steamy kisses, then the short story is even more the book for you!
In Dead Running, Cassidy is training to run a marathon. She does a lot of running. It seems like she is running for most of the book which honestly just makes me tired. But Cassie is some kind of tough chick and pushes through all kinds of pain and torment and scary men chasing her. I was constantly amused by Cassie's sarcasm and wit. It was funny and I like being amused when I read. I think Cassie is someone I would enjoy being around in real life so she must be a well written character.
I think I'm half in love with Dr. Tattoo too. What?! Read it and see for yourself if you don't have a bit of love for him. Phew. I'm swooning just thinking of him. :)
This was a fun book and a great short story follow up that you will love. You can't beat the price for these books right now so it's the perfect time to pick them up. The following is an excerpt from Dead Running. Enjoy!
I swung the front door open and leaped into the air. “Pelican poop,” I
yelled, spilling several magazines onto the floor.
A brawny man whose shoulders connected directly to his head stood on
the threshold, hand poised to knock. His bushy eyebrows rose.
I placed a hand over my heart. “You scared me.” Muscle Man. The creep from the race. He more than scared me. Why
was he at Raquel’s house? I shuddered and pushed Tate behind me, setting my
books on the entryway table so my hands would be free.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” he said. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” The look
in his pale blue eyes said he couldn’t have cared less if I was terrified. “I’m
the new Schwann’s man. Wanted to introduce myself and give you some samples of
our frozen food.”
His story wasn’t any more sincere than his apology. A twelve-passenger
maroon van with darkened windows sat at the curb. “The Schwann man has a yellow
refrigerator kind of truck.” I patted my nephew on the shoulder with a
trembling palm. Tate pressed against my leg. Could he sense I was uncomfortable
or was he getting his own bad vibes from Nasty Muscle Man?
I heard a soft click. My eyes flipped to the van. Muscle Man’s thin
partner was snapping pictures of us from the rear fender.
My gaze spun back to the man towering a few feet from my nephew. He
plastered on a smile, but it was only lip-deep. What were these two up to?
Trying to take secretive pictures of me, of Tate. My stomach dive-bombed.
I put myself between Muscle Man and my nephew. “We wouldn’t care for
any samples today.”
His fake smile flushed away. Flexing polish sausage fingers, he took a
half-step towards me.
I shrunk back, holding my arms out to shield Tate. “Don’t you take one
more step,” I commanded, fear giving each word its own octave.
The idiot moved. I slammed the door. The handle turned against my
fingers. I pushed against the door with all my weight. After several attempts,
I jammed the deadbolt into place. My heart thundered in my eardrums.
I stared through the peephole at the body-builder gone wrong. Muscle
Man glowered at the door as if he could zap me with his bulging eyeballs. I
clung to the deadbolt, certain that lowlifes like him had ways to open locks.
The door handle rattled again.
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Author Cami Checketts
Cami Checketts is married and the proud mother of four future WWF champions. Sometimes between being a human horse, cleaning up magic potions, and reading Bernstein Bears, she gets the chance to write fiction.
Cami graduated from Utah State University with a degree in Exercise Science. Cami teaches strength training classes at her local rec and shares healthy living tips on her fitness blog:
http://fitnessformom.blogspot.com.
Cami and her family live in the beautiful Cache Valley of Northern Utah. During the two months of the year it isn't snowing, she enjoys swimming, biking, running, and water-skiing.
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