Rescued from the Dark
To be released in ten days on Saturday February 16,2013
Writing is my passion, Reading is my Love.
She has no memory of their love...
Kidnapped
by terrorists and sent into a drug-induced coma, FBI intern Mercedes Kingsley
awakes with no memory of her ordeal—or the intimate interlude that left her
pregnant. Convinced her child was fathered by her ex-fiancé, she walks away
from the only man she has ever loved, determined to make things work with her
ex, a man the FBI suspects is implicated in her abduction.
He knows the truth, but no one
will listen...
FBI
undercover agent Jason Michaels remembers what Mercy can’t and those memories
are breaking his heart. Forced to keep his distance from his lover and their
unborn child, Jason risks his life to protect Mercy from a cell of
international terrorists who have vowed to get the secrets locked in her
memory, no matter the cost. Can Jason convince Mercy to trust him until she
remembers their past, or will he lose her to a man who will trap her in a
nightmare world of darkness from which there is no escape?
He
had to get her out of there, but with all the drugs in her system, would she
even remember who he was?
Mercy was lying on the bed. Even in the
dim light, he could tell she was pale. Her clothes were wrinkled and her shirt
caked with what they forced her to eat. From the looks of the room she fought
hard. Damn, he needed to get her out before the drugs took her from him.
“Mercy, wake up. Come on, open your
eyes.” Nothing. She didn’t move. Okay,
she’s not going to like this. “You need to wake up and take a shower, so
let’s get both done at the same time.”
He took the chair into the shower and
turned it on then went back to the bed. He picked up Mercy, and placed her
under the fine mist of cold water. Just what she needed. He held her in the
chair as the water flowed over her head, soaking her hair and drizzling down
her shoulders. His back was pelted by the spray as he knelt in front of her,
but he didn’t care. He shook her shoulders, and she stirred.
“Good, Mercy. Come on, open your eyes.”
He struggled to hold her slippery, wet body in the chair. The T-shirt was
soaked and her thin bra could not hide the effects of the cold water. He
clenched his jaw tight at the thought of never being able to touch her, love
her. She has to remember him, remember them. She struggled against his hold as
she started to wake. “I’m not letting you up until you open your eyes. Come on,
look at me.”
Her eyes flew open. They were filled
will fear and confusion as she frantically searched the room. Then her head
dropped and their eyes met and he knew.
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