Never Surrender
Rosie Miles
Entangled Ignite
10/19/2015
About
the book: Police officer Maggie Sinclair prides herself on her
independence. She doesn't need anyone, especially her ex-lover. Working
undercover to expose a prostitution ring, Maggie rescues two teenaged girls—but
blows her cover in the process. Now she's in deep, and the only person who can
help her is the last man she wants to call...
Detective Quinn Keller
remembers Maggie telling him Hell would freeze over before she needed him. He
offered her everything, and she rejected him. Now he has the opportunity to
show Maggie they're stronger as a team—even as their attraction becomes
increasingly hotter. But this passion won't just bring them together or tear
them apart...it could get them both killed.
Excerpt from Never Surrender:
Dew, frigid and stinging,
seeped through her jacket and into the Polo shirt beneath. Even her jeans felt
sodden.
Had
they seen her in that brief flash of light? Move.
She dragged herself through the grass commando-style, hoping like crazy the
darkness would camouflage the trail her body left.
A
car progressed slowly down the road. It stopped. A door slammed. Dogs barked.
Maggie’s
breath stuck in her throat. Fear, like a thick, suffocating cloak, smothered
her. Was this what it felt like to be an animal stuck in a trap, just waiting
for something or someone else to decide how its life was going to end?
Two
nights ago, she’d believed she’d outsmarted Conrad and his associates. So, are you going to lie here, face down,
and allow them to decide your fate? Not friggin’ likely. Quinn’s earlier
words bolstered her. You’re tough, smart,
and resilient. I’d back you anytime. The noose of panic choking her
loosened a little.
Maggie
burrowed her face into the cold, damp grass hoping it would help her gather her
composure. She drew a slow, deep breath. Think.
Keep Angel safe. Nothing else matters. Another deep breath and her head
began to clear.
Dogs
still barked, but Maggie listened intently for the sound of footsteps. Nothing.
Was she going mad? Was it Paulie and his off-siders who were driving the car,
or was it just Mr. and Mrs. Average getting home late after a night on the
town? She tilted her head to the side. No one.
The
lights of another vehicle coming around the corner dazzled her. It stopped
further down the road. Had they called reinforcements?
She
wasn’t waiting to find out. Angel would be at the playground. No one followed
when she left the street van, so time to move. Her body refused to obey. Then
she heard it. That buzzing sound. Damn, they’d activated the lighting system.
No wonder they hadn’t come looking for her. The blue glow from the lights
confirmed it. There were only minutes until the lights were warmed enough to
illuminate the entire oval.
Not
daring to stand, Maggie crawled as fast as her arms and legs would allow. When
the grass became coarser, Maggie lifted her head. She was at the swing park.
From
a crouched position, she observed the area. Swings, a slippery slide, and
further along, a skate bowl. At the opposite end of the field stood the
silhouetted clubhouse.
She
swiped her tongue across her dry lips. “Angel?” she stuttered in a husky
whisper.
“Here.”
Maggie
stood upright and bolted toward the half pipe.
About
the Author: Rosie
Miles has always been fascinated by cops. If she didn’t hate guns with such
passion, she would have joined the force. Instead she writes about the cop
behind the badge and the loves that challenge them.
She enjoys overseas travel but relishes the road trips she
takes with her forever man, to different destinations throughout Australia,
looking for settings for her next story.
Married with three adult children, Rosie believes that: Life
is to be lived, You never stop learning, and you never, ever, give up on your
dreams.
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