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On a Knife’s Edge
“…[Lynda Bailey] kept my heart racing cover to cover…” 5 Stars from Jennifer at The Power of Three Readers.
“…Bailey has a brilliant way of writing and her twists and turns made this one mind-blowing story…” 5 Stars from Bella’s Blog.
“…5 Surprising and Emotionally Charged Stars…” Jenn @ Bookworm Betties.
“…We were drawn to every word on every page…” Bloggers From Down Under.
Erotic Escapades of a Married Couple:
“…an emotionally laden read with characters that could be in your neighborhood…” Gaele, a top 1000 reviewer on Amazon.
“…This story is sexy and so emotional that you need a cold drink and a tissue while reading this great romance…” Booklover Sue.
“…There was everything I look for in a book, it made me laugh, at times shed a tear or two, and had the right amount of drama and angst…” Jennifer @ Three Chicks and Their Books.
“…Whew, what a read…up until the very end I wondered what the resolution would be, something I highly enjoyed…” Samantha J @ Chick Lit Plus.
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On a Knife's Edge
She was once his sweet salvation…
Lynch Callan has been a dead man walking most of his life—nothing out of the ordinary for a member of the 5th Street biker gang. There was a brief period, though, when she made him believe he could be more. That he could be worthy of her, and her love. To protect her, and keep their relationship from being discovered, he went to prison. Except now the Streeters are in danger. But in order to save his crew, he must first betray them. If caught, he’ll end up dead for sure. It’ll be the mother of all balancing acts—especially with her in the picture. But Lynch will do whatever is necessary to protect the people he loves.
He was once her deepest desire…
Shasta Albright doesn’t break the rules. Not anymore. As an unruly teenager, she defied her family at every turn…even secretly befriending, then dating, then falling in love with a bad boy Streeter. Finally her recklessness caught up with her—with lasting and even dire consequences. Now she leads a pristine existence, always staying within the lines and keeping her secrets hidden. That is until he gets released from prison. Can Shasta hold her perfect world together, or will everything get hurled into chaos?
With young girls going missing, the sleepy town of Stardust, Nevada becomes an unlikely epicenter for an illicit slave trade—with Shasta and Lynch caught in the middle. Amidst the rising body count, they fight to keep their loved ones—and each other—safe. A single slipup could have deadly repercussions. It’s an untenable and treacherous position. Much like walking On a Knife’s Edge…
Excerpt #1 – PG13 for crude language…
Shasta clambered behind the wheel of her brother’s truck. She clicked her seatbelt, started the engine and put it in reverse. She turned the wheel as the horrible crunch of metal reverberated in her head. She slammed on the brakes, rocking the truck to an abrupt halt. Several moments of deafening quiet surrounded her before…
“What the fuck…my bike…”
Her door swung open, and she stared at an infuriated Lynch Callan. With arms akimbo, wide stance and his mouth bowed into a vicious frown, she’d never seen anyone look so angry—not even her brother.
“Get out,” he commanded.
She recovered enough to scoff. “What? No freakin’ way.”
If anything, he looked more furious. He stepped onto the truck’s running board, reached over and twisted the key from the ignition. In one smooth move, he unfastened her belt and jumped to the ground. “I said out.”
“And I said no.”
He wrapped his large hand around her arm and none too gently dragged her from the cab.
She yanked away. “Let me go.”
He tightened his hold and lugged her to the ass end of the truck.
She stumbled behind him. “Do you have any idea who I am?”
“Yup.” He didn’t even slow down. “You’re the idiot who just backed into my bike.”
He whirled her around. Her sandal caught on his boot and the asphalt quickly rose up. Only his grip on her arm kept it from meeting her face. She swiped flyaway strands of hair from her eyes, ready to set him on fire with her best scathing glare.
But his sunglasses were now tucked into his t-shirt’s neckline. And he glowered at her with the most enthralling blue eyes. They were a pristine, crystal blue, like the water at Lake Tahoe. He positively oozed sensuality—and danger. Any attempt at being scornful died.
He pointed to a giant Harley lying on its side. “Look.”
She gave the scene a cursory glimpse and hitched her shoulder. “Sorry.”
His eyebrows lifted as his jaw dropped. “Sorry? You’re sorry?” He crossed his arms. “You’re paying any damages.”
“Damages? What damages? I barely tapped it.”
Now he scoffed. “Barely tapped it…you toppled it over.” He waved his hand at the downed bike. “The left mirror’s busted and the paint’s scraped. And that’s just what I can see. You’re paying for that and anything else you wrecked.”
She faced him square, her fists on her hips. “How do I know those things didn’t happen before today? You could just be trying to extort money. That’s what people like you do, isn’t it?”
His eyes became shards of ice. “People like me?” An unspoken warning clear in his tone.
“Uh, excuse me.”
Felix’s hesitant voice turned both their heads. “What?” they demanded in unison.
The store owner’s gaze rifled between Shasta and Lynch. He held up a police scanner radio. “Just heard there’s a BOLO out for the sheriff’s truck. They say it’s been stolen.”
Air thickened in Shasta’s throat. She’d hoped to be on a beach before Dell realized his precious ride was missing. And she never expected him to put out an all-points bulletin.
She stared at the ground, thinking. Maybe she could put the F350 back without Dell knowing she took it. That was a mother-fucking-big maybe. Still…she should at least try.
“I gotta call it in, Shasta.”
Her head snapped up. “What? Why?”
“I could get charged as an accessory to grand theft.”
“That’s ridiculous. Dell would never—”
“Yes he would and you know it. In any case, I can’t take that chance.” Felix turned to go back into the store. “I’m sorry.”
“But, Fe-lix,” she whined. “You can’t do that to me.”
Lynch stepped forward. “Hang on, man,” he said to Felix. He looked at her. “You stole the sheriff’s truck?”
“How is it stealing is he’d my brother?”
Lynch blinked, his eyebrows squished together like he didn’t quite understand her words. Then his face split into an enormous grin that showed off perfectly straight and blindingly white teeth. She thought only lifeguards and male models had such flawless teeth.
He laughed. A huge laugh. A-throw-your-head-back-and-howl-at-the-moon kind of laugh. Just like his teeth and voice and shopping choices, Shasta didn’t think criminals laughed like that…
I have no doubt I was born a storyteller.
I remember telling my first “story” in kindergarten. I informed my teacher, Mrs. Downing, that my mom had just had a baby boy. She hadn’t, of course, and while I got thoroughly admonished for my “storytelling,” I wasn’t deterred from what would become a lifelong passion.
From making up tales as a kid which centered around my favorite TV shows to today, I love telling stories! Stories with handsome guys and spunky gals, that always…always end with a happily-ever-after.
My romances are full of passion, with heat levels that range from hot to sizzling! I've been a finalist in numerous writing contests, including RWA’s® prestigious Golden Heart® in 2010. Please join me for laughter, love and that all important HEA.