Thursday, July 4, 2019
Book Tour + #Giveaway: Ambush in the Everglades by Petie McCarty @authorpetie @SDSXXTours
Ambush
in the Everglades
by
Petie McCarty
Genre:
Romantic Suspense
Plenty
of action-adventure in this romantic-suspense tale. Photographer
Kayli Heddon is given the biggest assignment of her career—a photo
essay on the Everglades Restoration—and a special airboat safari is
arranged, so Kayli can get her pictures. What she doesn't count on is
being stranded alone in the Everglades with her handsome and
unpredictable airboat guide. Kayli is forced to learn some tough
lessons. Trust means everything in the dangerous River of Grass, and
a skilled partner makes all the difference in your survival.
Skye
Landers takes the airboat safari gig as a favor to his cousin who is
called out of town. Skye doesn't expect the governor's photographer
to catch his eye, but Kayli Heddon is unlike any woman he has ever
met. He knows he should keep his distance, but common sense flies out
the window whenever she gets near.
Unfortunately,
Kayli thinks honesty is the most important thing in a
relationship—any relationship—and Skye Landers is a fraud. When
secrets surface from his past, Kayli and Skye are soon on the run
from more than just alligators.
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The trees
were large and close together at the south end of the island where Landers had
tied up the airboat. Kayli made sure to stay close behind Landers, so he broke
up any spider webs stretched across the overgrown path. She didn’t care if he
wondered why she stuck to him like a tick. The Glades had the biggest spiders
she had ever seen, and she’d die if she got a faceful of web.
The only
thing she liked less than the big banana spiders in the hardwood hammocks was
the famous Florida palmetto bug—a giant behemoth of an insect with oversized
brown wings and a GPS tracking system, which allowed the monsters to zero in on
your position and fly right at you when spooked. Alligators and snakes, she could
handle. Big, nasty bugs were another matter altogether.
Landers
passed a gumbo limbo tree and pulled back a weighty branch as he passed so she
could slip through the opening. Instead, the toe of her sneaker caught on a
tree root. She tripped and pedaled at the air to regain her balance, stumbling
forward a few steps as the branch flew back at her.
Thwack!
The leafy branch
smacked the side of her head and shoulder, and she let loose a shriek. With a
grunt, she fought to shove the branch away and pressed through to the other
side where Landers waited, looking concerned.
“Are you all
right?”
Well, maybe not all that concerned, but at
least a little.
“Sorry, I
thought you were right behind me,” he said. “You’ve been sticking like glue.”
More sass. Thank you very little.
“Well, I was,
but I tripped. I tried to stay close, so you got all the spider webs,” she
rambled, then wished she had just shut up since now she looked like a big baby.
He grinned
and turned back toward the path, when Kayli felt a tickle on her leg. She
couldn’t help herself. She had to look. Had Landers touched her somehow?
“Aaaahhh!”
Her high-pitched scream could have awakened the dead.
Her muscles
all froze in unison as she stared down at the ginormous palmetto bug clinging
for dear life to the exposed skin on her thigh. Two antennae wiggled
independently of the each other—back and forth to taunt her—and his nasty
bug-eyed face audaciously tilted up to stare.
Paralysis sunk
into her bones. Her mind screamed for
her to brush the miscreant away, but her arms wouldn’t move. Her gaze remained
glued to the shiny brown carapace covering the bug’s lower back. The insect
body seemed to double in size right before her very eyes. Oxygen only entered
her lungs in short jerky gulps.
Landers
turned back around. “What’s wrong with you?”
One look at
her face, and his frown vanished. His gaze swept down her body, and with a
lightning flash movement, his big hand slapped the over-sized bug into the
nearby ferns.
“Oh my gosh,
thank you! I’m terrified of roaches,” she wheezed blindly, her eyes squeezed
tightly shut.
In the next
breath, she went dumbstruck with horror, feeling her lips form those words
against the side of his neck.
She had crawled
him like a tree!
His head
twisted to see her face, but she turned away, casting a swift glance over her
shoulder before leaping backward off him. Her fingertips tingled from the feel
of the muscles in his back. She gauged his expression for fallout from her
horrific faux pas.
No smirk. That’s good.
Landers’ lips
were slightly parted, and he looked as shocked as she felt.
Holy smokes! His cheeks are pink.
She watched
him take a deep and, it appeared, stabilizing breath. She alternated her gaze
between staring at him and split-second glances down at her legs to make sure
the evil brown monster hadn’t mounted a second attack.
He stared
back, his eyes wide. “You really are
scared of roaches,” he finally said, so quiet she almost couldn’t hear him.
She nodded.
“Wow.”
“Sorry. When
they get too close, I panic and I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
“Yeah.” He
nodded almost imperceptibly, still studying her as though she would fly apart.
“Once I ran
out of a friend’s house and across the street when a palmetto bug chased after
me, and I only remember landing on the curb outside and not how I got there,”
she said, feeling desperate to explain.
“Wow,” he repeated,
his voice still soft. “Makes me wish I had a pocketful of the suckers.”
The whine of an
airboat in the distance grew audible. Her whole body had warmed enough to flush
her pink—she had acted like an idiot for Pete’s sake—and the heat had no chance
to retreat when she could still feel his rock-hard body pressed against hers
and her hands gripping his broad shoulders for support.
“Sorry about
that.”
“I’m not.”
His voice rumbled low in his chest, and his eyes held hers captive.
The airboat’s
thrumming roar grew closer. “We’d better go,” he said.
She tore her
gaze from his and searched the immediate area around her legs. No surprise
attacks. When she looked up, his smirk had returned, and her heart sank.
“I’ll watch
for roaches,” he teased and brushed against her arm as he pushed past.
She curled
all ten fingers at his retreating figure and growled in her throat, then shot a
quick glance all around before hustling after him.
Petie
spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World—"The
Most Magical Place on Earth"—where she enjoyed working in the
land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales
by night, including her new series, The Cinderella
Romances. She eventually said good-bye to her "day" job to
write her stories full-time. These days Petie spends her time
writing sequels to her regency time-travel series, Lords in Time, and
her cozy-mystery-with-romantic-suspense series, the Mystery Angel
Romances.
Petie
shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her
horticulturist husband and an opinionated Nanday conure named Sassy
who made a cameo appearance in No
Angels for Christmas.
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1 comments:
Thank you for the spotlight! It was very kind of you to host my Silver Dagger promo tour!
Have a magical summer, Petie
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