Connor couldn’t stop thinking about the woman, who’s name he had finally learned was Lacey. Lacey Bentley, aged twenty-three, parents deceased, no siblings, and a recent divorce. That was what he had managed to learn about her while he was …
Week 133 – Sitting in the hospital corridor waiting Read More »
She wanted to kiss him. Lacey couldn’t take her eyes off the handsome stranger who had just saved her life. His eyes were honey coloured, his hair as black as night, and he had the most endearing dimples. He was …
Connor didn’t see a way where this ended well. The gun had misfired once but it wasn’t going to happen again, there were four men surrounding them, and he had to wonder why they would come back, and why they …
Week 131 – The tension was so thick you’d need a machete to cut it Read More »
Pain. Someone slammed into her and she in turn slammed into the ground. A heavy weight pressed on top of her and it took Lacey a moment to realise that it was the man who had knocked her down still …
Week 130 – She heard the click of a hand gun, flinched as it misfired Read More »
The scene before him was chaos. People were screaming and running about, there was broken glass, upturned tables, a car had crashed into the wall of a building partway down the block, and he saw blood. Detective Connor Zaal stepped …
