 I'm a huge Criminal Minds fan. I watch trying to figure out who the bad guy is or how he gets caught. If you are like me, Jules Adrienn's latest romantic thriller will keep you turning the pages. In Two Days to Die, our hero, Detective Emory is given an award vacation but it turns into a game of life or death. I could certainly see Derek Morgan as the lead. He'd have the charisma to melt the heroine's holster but also the physical attributes to go toe to toe with the criminal mastermind. Now out in paperback and ebook, TWO DAYS TO DIE is a must read for fans of the Bourne or Mission Impossible Series. Blurb: Detective Gabriel Emory has muscle, smarts, and survivalist skills. Even better, he has gorgeous detective Anita Wolfe flying with him to an all-expenses-paid island vacation. Too bad it’s really an escaped convict’s game to punish those who put him in prison. Now Gabriel must use all his skills to survive a race through a dangerous wilderness. But how does he save himself and Anita in a contest where only the winner lives? It’s a race for their lives, and it ends in two-days. Tick, tick, tick… EXCERPT: She kept pulling and pointed the toe of her boot. Pain shot up her leg—some tendon or bone was smashed in there—but her foot began to slide out from under the tree. Her whole body became weightless with joy as her ankle and then her foot slipped from under the tree. She was free. She wiggled her toes. Tears ran down her cheeks. She laughed. Her toes moved. And she could feel them. Everything still worked. She pulled up her jeans, examining the swollen, black-and-blue bloody mess that used to be her ankle. To her, it looked great. Better than ever. Plucking the knife from the dirt, she braced a hand on the fallen tree and pulled herself up, balancing on her good leg. She tested her ankle, easing her weight down. As the heel of her boot touched the ground, a bolt of pain shot up her leg. She winced, lifting her foot. No way was she walking on it. Hopping on her good leg, she searched the edge of the path and found a dead branch with a fork in it. She slipped it under her shoulder and put her weight on it. It made a good crutch. The morning sun bathed her face as she hobbled down the path out of the woods, holding Gabriel’s knife. She stopped as she exited the forest, wiping the tears and dirt from her face with the back of her wrist. She looked at the cabin and tightened her grip on the knife. Juan Carlos Martinez, Gabriel, and Davis were in there. She started moving. It was time to get busy. Grab a Copy for Yourself! |
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