Love's Misconception

Lily is a traditional girl who has always longed for the happily ever after so when she is told that an accident takes away her ability to have children, she is devastated. Then her path collides with the man of her dreams and after her heart gives in to a weak moment, she discovers she's pregnant.

With a jealous but deceptive ex-wife still trying to win him back, needless to say, Jet Walker doesn't trust women and has no desire to become involved with them. Then he meets Lily Delaney. A woman too alluring to resist. Murder, mayhem, and distrust follow both Lily and Jet as their undeniable attraction haunts them and takes them to unknown places their hearts have never traveled before. Can true love find them in the midst of evil they know people are capable of? What if they can't even be safe from each other?

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“How many times do I have to flush before you go away?” she yelled.

Fire shot from his eyes before in a sudden fierce movement he scooped her up and carried her to the blazer. She beat at the tight grasp around her waist. When that didn’t work, she resorted to scratching and kicking, but her wedge-heeled flip-flops were ineffectual as he easily held off her attacks. In desperation, she reached for his gun. He didn’t guess her intentions until she’d unsecured the latch on the holster. Realization made him bark out an incredulous laugh and he checked her hand.

“You little she-cat,” he countered. “What are you going to do, shoot me?” He shook his head in exasperation. “Don’t you know reaching for an officer’s gun is an automatic jail sentence?”

“Then arrest me, Sheriff!” She spat, breathless from her exertions.

“What’s wrong with you?”

He swung her down and used his body to brace her against the blazer.

“Nothing. I told you I felt like a walk so I’m walking. What’s the mystery?” Her voice was heavy in sarcasm.

“Why didn’t you return my calls?” He asked unmoved by her ire.

“Maybe I didn’t want to,” she said childishly.

“Well, maybe I was worried,” he returned.

“Well, maybe you should’ve called your wife. No, wait,” she said, pausing in mock perplexity. “Maybe you should call Rachel instead.”

His gaze flashed angrily. “Did my deputy tell you about Rachel too?”

“No, your deputy didn’t tell me about Rachel,” Lily mimicked jealously. “Your sister did. Enlighten me Jet, how many women do you need to feed your ego?”

His heated blue eyes searched her face before settling on her mouth. “Get in the truck,” he said softly.

“Are you taking me to jail?” She tilted her head in defiance. “Because that’s the only way I’m going anywhere with you.”

He gave her an exasperated look and before she could protest, opened the door and lifted her in. He followed and clamped a hand on her arm to prevent her escape from the passenger side.

Deftly starting the blazer with his left hand, Jet slammed it into gear and performed a U-turn. Lily sat beside him, her lips mutinous; attention straight ahead. She couldn’t stop him from manhandling her, but he couldn’t force her to converse with him. She’d combat him with her silence and see how he liked that.

A flash in the trees near where they’d been standing caught in the corner of her eye. She searched along the area to capture it again, but it was gone. She encountered Jet’s raised brows. Discounting the fact that she wasn’t speaking to him, she definitely wasn’t going to tell him she was seeing things again.

She jerked her attention back toward the front.