D.A.R.K Cover, Inc. ~
Publisher: Twisted E Publishing
To survive the present and have a future, she must trust a man from
Shelly Marie Dixon is a woman with a scary past. Literally. Never able
to settle in one place because of the man set on tormenting her. After
five years of struggling to move on with her life, she goes back to the
man she left years ago. Hopefully, he will help her and not brush her
Adam Wilder, eldest brother and co-founder of D.A.R.K Cover, Inc., never
in his wildest dreams expected to find his lost love sitting in the
lobby of his company building. No way he’s letting her face this danger
alone. If it takes all of D.A.R.K’s resources he will risk it. Whatever
it takes to keep her safe. Problem is, will he be able to keep it
professional, because one look at her and he wants to go back to how
things were, way back when.
The only way that is going to happen is if she’ll believe him when he
says: “Trust me.”
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Raking a hand through his hair, he stepped forward. “You
asked to see me?” he queried, willing her to lift her gaze.
She raised a hand and removed her hat, simultaneously
tilting her chin. Dark red curls tumbled free as he was
speared by a pair of emerald green eyes he never thought
he’d see again in his lifetime. His lungs were empty and it
took a moment for him to comprehend, his brain reminding him
“Shelly Marie?” Surely it had to be a mistake he was seeing
her before him.
“I know I’m the last person you want to see, Adam, but I
need your help.” That pink tongue of hers darted out to
dampen her lips. “Please.”
Adam blinked a few times. The apparition before him didn’t
move anywhere. He took another visual perusal of her. This
time picking up on every nuance. Physically this woman may
be the one he knew like the back of his hand, but that’s
where it ended. It wasn’t his woman on the inside. Dark
circles under her eyes were hidden by makeup, while the
corners of her mouth were tight with strain. And there was
the way her fingers barely peeked out from the oversized
long sleeve tee and worked the hat brim with an abundance of
She reminded him of a deer, frightened and ready to bolt at
the slightest bit of provocation. Not at all the level
headed, calm, woman he’d fallen in love with all those years
ago. Karen’s overly inquisitive gaze flicked between the two
“Let’s talk in my office.”
Her green gaze jumped to the door before settling back on
him, almost as if seeing him for the first time. What has
her so spooked?
“Okay.” She looked at Karen. “Thank you.”
He gestured for Shelly Marie to go before him, toward the
elevator. He opted for this way, pretty damn sure she’d bolt
if they took the stairs.
She didn’t even attempt to make small talk on the short ride
up. He remained across the car from her, holding still so he
didn’t panic her any further. When they stopped, he stepped
forward then waved her by him. Head down, she moved out.
He inhaled deeply and frowned when there was no subtle scent
of her favorite wild honey bath wash. “Last office on the
Still nothing from her as she followed his directions,
stopping at the closed door. He reached around her and swung
it open. His fingertips burned at the memories of running
through the red silken wave she called hair.
He clenched a fist and moved around her, leaving the door
open about an inch. “Can I get you something to drink?
“Sure thing.” He frowned as he pulled one from the small
fridge he had in his office. What the fuck is going on?
She never drank bottled water, something about all the
chemicals that leeched into it from the plastic.
He stood before her and held it out. As before, just the
tips of her fingers snuck out and accepted the bottle.
Even her voice was a bit huskier than he recalled. Moving to
the seat near her, instead of going behind his desk, he
said, “What’s going on, Shelly Marie?”
“I need to hire you to find someone.” She met his gaze but
“Okay, is this person in danger? And have you gone to the
“No, this person isn’t in danger. Yes, I’ve gone to the
police and…they won’t help.”
“Must be something huge for you to come here to me. If this
person isn’t in danger, then what do you need me to find
She stared at the bottle—the bottle he watched her check for
tampering with—and turned it in her hand. “I want to know
where they are. I need to know if he’s tracking me down.”
The unease didn’t feel good in his gut. “Meaning?” He had a
bad feeling but wanted to hear the words from her lips.
“I’m the one in danger. This person is trying to kill me.”
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