Preconception is released on 14 March 2014, and tells the story of a cop, a criminal’s twin and a cabin where anything can happen.
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Caro stirred and tried to move. Nothing. She hurt. Much like she had after the car had gone over the side in the mountains. That kind of hurt. Flashes of what she’d endured smashed through her and she tried, unsuccessfully, to make sense of it all.
They’d broken into her apartment, shattering the door as though it’d been constructed from toothpicks. She hadn’t understood what they had yelled at her but she knew it was Russian. Terri’s long-time boyfriend spoke it all the time with Terri and his family.
Of the three men, the largest had backhanded her sending her careening over the end table and couch to hit the floor. She’d tried to run. Tried to scream. Nothing had worked. She’d been hit a few more times before they’d thrown a bag over her head and someone had carried her over their shoulder.
Now she sat tied to a chair. She couldn’t see anything because the bag remained. Her fears would be less if it could be off her head. Hopefully. She flexed her fingers wincing at the painful rush of blood surging through them. Her heart thundered and she tried to slow her breathing.
The rank interior of the bag brought tears to her eyes. Then again it could be the situation. Either way, I have to calm down. Panicking will get me nowhere. I can figure this out. Her little pep talk didn’t help much.
She heaved a heavy sigh. Her chest hurt along with her abdomen. And jaw. Everything hurts. Caro tried to move her legs only to discover she couldn’t do that either. The ropes cut into her ankles. Trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey.
What did they want from her? Why’d they taken her?
She heard—faintly—the door shut and footsteps near her location.
Swiping her tongue along her lips, hoping for moisture, she waited. It was a failed attempt for soothing the dryness. Her head wobbled when the bag was yanked away. She squinted against the harsh glare of lights. There, before her, stood a large figure—one she couldn’t make out.
He gripped her chin painfully and pushed her head back. She struggled to get away but it was impossible. Slowly, his face came into focus. Harsh features covered by short-cropped facial hair. His nose appeared to have been broken a few times in his past. Still a good-looking man.
He had blue eyes that…held no emotion. Dead eyes. More than anything, that scared her. A small bit of emotion would be better than none.
“Who are you?” She forced the question past her busted lip, ignoring its sting. It feels like I have some loose teeth as well.
His smile was disturbing on so many levels. She swallowed back the bile threatening to escape. Staring back at him she took in his nice slacks and shirt. Maybe I should hurl on him.
“I get you.” He gave a leering grin. “This will be fun for me. Not so much for you. No matter. It’s fun for me. That’s important.”
Fear spiked. “Y…you get me? What’s that mean?” Why am I asking this? I don’t think it’s in my best interest to know.
He leaned in close and flashed a perfect grin. “It means, lovely, when he gets what he wants, I get what I want.”
Words that only added to her fear instead of alleviating it. “He? Who’s he?”
Now his gaze grew dark with emotion—sadistic glee. Okay, so I was wrong when I wanted to see emotion in his gaze. I really, really don’t.
“Am I supposed to know who that is?”
“Mr Kazakova. You know him.”
It didn’t sound like a question to her but she decided to respond as if it were one. She shook her head. “No, afraid I haven’t had the pleasure.”
From the look on his face, she didn’t want to.
“No matter. I will keep you. We will have fun.”