Today, I would like to introduce author Amy Deason!
Amy learned to read at the tender age of three. Once she started, she never stopped. Growing up, she could always be found snuggled in some quiet corner with her nose stuck in one book after another. Her desire to read soon led to her passion for writing.
As a child and teenager, Amy wrote poetry and short stories for her family and friends, delighting them with her vast imagination. From child to adult, she has continued to read everything can get her hands on. Her love for a good book knows no boundaries and crosses every genre imaginable.
Amy currently lives in NW Arkansas with her wonderful husband, Shaun, and three energetic children. But of course, their family would not be complete without their shih Tzu, Tucker.
When Amy’s not working or writing, or possibly sneaking in a few quiet minutes of quiet reading, she can be found with her family riding bicycles around town, playing sports, watching movies, or taking pictures (although she takes so many photographs, the kids try to run and hide every time she breaks out the camera.).
Amy would love to hear from you! You can email her at DeasonDozier13011@yahoo.com.
Never Turn Your Back . . .
Never Reveal Your Name . . .
Never surrender Your Heart . . .
Madison Sinclair is a smart-mouthed photographer who enjoys the simple things in life. Recently landing a job at one of Manhattan’s top imaging companies, she works hard to prove herself but often falls short of the mark. Taking pictures of the New York scenery, relaxing at home with a glass of wine, and caring for her stray cat are the highlights of her day. But when her best friend convinces her into covering a charity event thrown by a handsome billionaire, Madison’s life suddenly becomes anything but simple as she finds herself in a constant race for survival. There is nowhere she can turn, no one she can trust.
Seth Reynolds has been in the game a long time. He knows how to get in, get a job done, and get out with no complications and no witnesses. Trained to be cold and heartless, he is committed to follow through with this mission no matter what. Racing against an impossible time table, everything is in place to take out the madman intent on destroying New York City. But when the naïve Madison Sinclair stumbles into his world, all of his carefully laid plans go to hell.
Determined to do what is right at all costs, Seth must choose between the rules he’s lived by his entire life or saving Madison from a fate worse than death. If he follows orders, he will be an unsung hero, saving millions of innocent people. But if he risks his own life for Madison’s, the entire city will be in jeopardy. The choice should be easy. Risk one to save many. That’s the unbreakable code of The Perfect Order. But now, without even trying, Madison has gotten under his skin and inside his heart. With the fate of the city resting in his hands, how he can do the right thing when he no longer knows what that is?
He had just reached the top of the stairs when he heard a pain-filled scream followed by a heavy thump. Seconds later he was nailed by a terror-stricken woman and not just any woman. Madison.
He got caught her easily enough and without a second thought, he yanked her into the storage closet. She fought him like a wildcat, her fear and terror lending her a strength surprising for someone her size. Twisting and turning, she tried to slip out of his grasp. When that didn’t work, she did the only thing she could and sank her teeth into his hand. Her teeth were sharp and they bit clean through his leather glove, slicing into his flesh underneath. He didn’t even register the pain and ripping his hand away, he assumed she would try to scream and run.
Surprisingly, she didn’t but she had the audacity to try and knew in the crotch. Women. They always have to go for the crotch. Aggravated, he pushed her knee away.
“Don’t do that. It only make me grumpy,” he replied. “Don’t scream and don’t try to run. If you do, he might hear you and then I’ll have to kill him.” And that would be another huge mass to deal with. God, what had he gotten himself into?
She was determined he had to give her that. She was going to keep fighting him unless he handled this differently. Making a split decision, he flipped the switch on the wall, lighting up the room. Her eyes widened with recognition.
“Don’t scream,” he warned, glaring at her. Too late.
She opened her mouth to scream and made a run for the door.
This woman was impossible.
He grabbed her sound her waist and hauled her back, throwing her against the wall. He slapped his hand over again and let his eyes roam over her skin. The neckline on her dress was low and in second of second of pure male weakness, he let his eyes trace over her breasts as they heaved against the right, black material.
“I told you not to scream.” he growled. “Don’t do it again. Now be quiet and I’ll let you go. Understand?” He doubted that she believed him. He wouldn’t if he were her.
He removed his hand slowly, ready to slap it back across her mouth should she try to scream again. She didn’t. Gasping for breath, she didn’t move as he held pinned against the wall but she glared at him with those rich-brown eyes. They flickered with fear before being replaced with something entirely different. Something akin to determination. She was obviously terrified he was going to kill her but perhaps she wasn’t going to go down easily. In spite of himself, he had to admire her fighting spirit and the fact that she’d had the sense to quell the fear in her eyes.
Silly girl. She had no idea how close to death she really was. He let his eyes trail over her once again slowly, from head to toe, pausing at her breasts before continuing downward. Standing awkwardly, she was favoring her left foot. Probably a sprained ankle from the look of it. And her right knee was a mess of blood and torn skin. That was something that would have to be taken care of later. But right now, he needed to know exactly what he hell was going on.