Her Adoring SEAL
HIDING IN FEAR
Beth Hildago feels shattered after the time she spent in the hands of the Mexican drug cartel. Now her life is on the line as corrupt authorities try to hunt her down.
Jack Preston is a decorated Navy SEAL who’s family’s Texas Ranch is the perfect place for Beth to hide.
ON THE RUN
When Beth’s cover is blown, she is once again forced to run. This time Jack is not going to leave her side. But what happens when there is an enemy no one ever expected? Can he keep her safe?
Oh God, she couldn’t see. Her eyes were wide open, but she couldn’t see.
“Help!” her voice echoed. She was lying on something hard. She couldn’t see. “Hello! Is anyone here?” she yelled louder than before. She tried to sit up, but her hands slipped. She was lying in about a half inch of warm water. It felt oily. She tried to push off the floor again, but her hands slipped out from under her, and she landed hard against her shoulder.
Beth grunted in pain. She couldn’t see anything. She wished her sense of smell had gone away along with her sight. It smelled of oil, piss, and shit. She prayed her hands were only in oily water, but by the smell she wasn’t so sure. Finally she was able to get onto her hands and knees.
“Hello?” Again, just the eerie echo. She didn’t think she was blind, probably in someplace where it was completely dark. Think Beth!
It all came flooding back. She’d been driving with Lydia. They’d almost crashed into a van. Lou and Mike! Her hand slipped in the slime as she remembered the shots. She trembled. Please let Lydia have gotten away safely.
She wanted to scream. To cry. To beg someone for help. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out Jack’s name. It was so stupid. She whispered it. Whispered it again. Finally she calmed down and she could think.
She stayed still. She could feel and hear a slight rumbling. Underneath her, the floor was moving. She was in some kind of moving vehicle. Despite the dampness of her clothes, she wasn’t cold. It was hot, which added to the smelly misery.
Suddenly the floor under her lurched, and once again Beth slipped, this time her cheek hit the floor and fiery pain exploded. Another memory formed. She had been hit in the face by a man.
Now she could see bright shards of colorful lights, but they weren’t real, just bursts exploding through her pain filled brain. She worked hard to get back up on her hands and knees, and this time she started to crawl. She had to find something to lean against. There had to be a wall somewhere. Beth moved slowly, the last thing she wanted to do was bang her head against the side of whatever she was in.
She tried to block out the smells, but also to listen. She thought she heard whining. What was that? It sounded like something she should recognize. Her shoulder ran into something hard. She reached out with her hand and found steel with rivets.
A shipping container? Was she in one of the cargo containers they shipped the girls in? Keep it together. She reached up and felt under her blouse, there it was the necklace—the one Grace had given her. She took a breath, through her mouth, and whispered Jack’s name again. Okay, she was doing better.
Caitlyn O’Leary is an avid reader, and considers herself a fan first and an author second. She reads a wide variety of genres, but finds herself going back to happily-ever-afters. Getting a chance to write, after years in corporate America is a dream come true. She hopes that her stories provide the kind of entertainment and escape that she has found from some of her favorite authors.
Her Series Include: THE FOUND: It’s a bit Paranormal, a bit Sci-Fi and 100% Action/Adventure. The characters have special abilities, that make them targets.
MIDNIGHT DELTA This is focused on a group of Navy Seals. What makes them special is their bond to one another, and the women they come to love.
FATE HARBOR This is the series that started her career, it is a Menage Series that takes place in Fate Harbor Washington. It focuses on a tight knit community who live and love and care for one another.
She loves to hear from her readers. firstname.lastname@example.org
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