The giant man came out of nowhere. One moment, it was just Minnie, her kidnapper, the van and the gun, and the next, her kidnapper was flying through the air. There was a satisfying metallic boing as his head connected with the side of the van. The gun clattered to the ground near her feet.
Minnie bent and snatched it up. Got it. She stood. Now what? Her kidnapper was splayed at her feet, moaning softly. Her rescuer was looking at her, his head cocked to one side. He was huge. Grown-in-the-lee-of-a-nuclear-plant huge.
“D…d…don’t move,” she said, pointing the gun at him.
Minnie waved her gun at the giant to show she meant business. He didn’t look scared. He didn’t look like he was feeling much of anything. He was a brute of a man with broad, slightly flattened facial features. His eyes were deep set and shadowed under a prominent brow bone. His skull was shaved bare. That blunt hewn face — Slavic ancestry? — was impassive. Minnie would have retreated a few precautionary steps but she was already pressed up against the side of the van.
He raised an eyebrow. At least he had two of them. The quirked eyebrow was a tiny movement but it seemed almost… polite? It dawned on her that he was waiting for her to say or do something. But what? He didn’t seem to understand the person who had the gun was the person in charge. Big men sometimes weren’t very bright. Like too-big trees where the topmost foliage withered because it was too far from the roots. She had given up dating NFL players for that very reason.
She had to make it clear she was in charge. Minnie aimed the gun at his head, squinting along the barrel to show she meant business. No, it’d be better to aim it at his chest. More professional. She shifted the barrel downward to center it on his impossibly wide chest. The wind pressed the thin fabric of his white t-shirt against his skin, hinting at a torso cut with impressive muscle. Focus! Aiming the gun at his head was scarier. She jerked it up again.
“It’s better to point it at the biggest target area. Less chance of missing,” he said. His voice was deep and rough, like he didn’t use it much. Was that a faint west coast accent she heard?
“I don’t think it matters what I aim at. It’d be hard to miss a target as big as you at this distance, Sasquatch,” she used the gun to punctuate her words.
Good, her voice was steady.
Title: On The Run
Author: Susan Amanda Kelly
Genre: Romance / Adventure / Comedy
Minerva Coolidge, a top east coast lingerie model, has been ordered home to the west coast by her over-protective, occasionally psychotic family. Daddy’s outlaw motorcycle club is embroiled in a war and Minnie is too valuable a pawn to leave in play. But Minnie refuses to give up her new life. She’s about to star in the biggest fashion show of her career. Her brother asks an old army friend, Big Mike, to guard her until they can fetch her home. Minnie thinks Big Mike is too big, too muscled, too tattooed, too tough… too everything. He’s exactly the kind of man she moved across country to escape; the kind who thinks he knows what’s best for her; the kind who doesn’t belong in her glossy, perfect, new life; the kind she shouldn’t want…
Big Mike thinks keeping a nitwit fashion model safe long enough to hand her over to her family should be easy for an ex-biker, ex-Special Forces commander who outweighs his charge by at least one-hundred-and-fifty pounds. Except the pretty nitwit isn’t a nitwit. Each time he takes his eyes off her, she flees, plunging headlong into trouble. Big Mike quickly realizes he doesn’t want to take his eyes – or his hands – off Minnie Coolidge…
Susan Amanda Kelly loves making up stuff in her head. She drives her husband to distraction by suddenly stopping, mid-conversation, and staring off into space. She once spent five hours at sea, on a boat, muttering: “Where would he hide the body?” She hopes the video footage of that trip has been wiped. She finally decided to put the characters that inhabit her head, onto paper. It was like opening the door on a lunatic asylum… glorious bedlam. She hopes her readers come to love her characters as much as she does. She writes funny romantic adventures. And her husband is convinced her male leads are based on him. Not the body-hiding psychopath, of course.
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