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Title & Author: Shawland Security: Book 1 by Kelly
McMullen Lowe
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Shawland Security (Book 1)
Shawland Security was a fresh
start for Caleb Shawland
Caleb thought that leaving his
detective status behind would let him sleep easy at night. He’d be his own
boss. He’d finally be able to settle down and have a life. Only, that doesn’t
last long.
When Caleb’s ex-partner from the
CPD walks into his office and mentions Aria Marshall, his world turns upside
down in a heartbeat.
Aria Marshall was his one true
love.
Aria Marshall has spent all of
her adult life helping people less fortunate in third world countries. Her
return home to Chicago was supposed to be the next chapter of her life, only
she didn’t expect a predator to be waiting in the wings. She didn’t expect the
next ten years of her life to vanish. Only it did, and now she needs to find a
way to deal with the abuse and violence she faced.
The moment Caleb stumbles back into
Aria’s life, he knows for sure he'll do anything to protect her. No matter what
that may be.
Will Caleb capture her predator
before any more innocent girls find themselves in Aria’s position.
Will
Aria ever be able to get over her ordeal?
★✩★Sneaky Excerpt
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“Taxi.” I hold my hand out to a
passing car.
It’s freezing. The temperature out in
Africa is completely different to here. I guess I’ve got used to humid
temperatures, not Antarctica temperatures, and believe me, this feels like
Antarctica. Snow is lying on the ground, frost and ice is glistening on the
roads. It’s like a new experience for me after being away from Chicago for so
long.
A few cabs pass by me, and by now,
I’m getting frustrated. I just want to get home to surprise my family, and to
get warm.
I haven’t been home in three years.
Skype calls were the only means I had of communicating with my loved ones, and
that was only when I was in certain areas. That’s why communication has been
limited, but my family understands that I was following my heart, doing a job I
love, helping people less fortunate than myself. They brought me up to be kind
and compassionate. They tell me every time we communicate how proud of me they
are.
“Come on!” I wave my bag out
again.
I kind of feel like a crazy person,
yelling, stomping my feet, and getting frustrated about being ignored. Why have
I missed city life?
A yellow cab pulls in up
ahead of me. I stand still, just in case it’s for someone else. But the guy
gets out, opens his trunk, and says. “You need a ride?”
I sigh with relief. Finally, the
last leg of my journey. I tell him my parents’ address and get in the back
seat. I feel the warmth of his vehicle and shiver as I shut out the cold.
I’m finally going home. The next phase of
my life can begin.
“Been on holiday?” The driver
starts the engine and looks at me through his mirror.
“Work. I was an aid worker in
Africa. Just returning home to surprise my family.”
I blow warm air into my hands and
rub them together.
I look out at the bright lights
that surround Chicago. It does feel good to be home. The busy nightlife,
traffic, and city life seeps back into my pores. I close my eyes and take in a
steady deep breath.
I’ve missed home. I’ve missed my
family and my old friends. I’ve missed it all… even the Antarctica conditions.
There comes a point in your life that you need to be surrounded by familiar
things. This is my time.
When I open my eyes, I notice we’ve
steered off the route I expected us to take. I sit up straighter in my seat,
because for all I know, roads have changed since the last time I was home.
There could be a quicker route for us to get there. Infrastructure is always
changing in cities. I might just be over-reacting.
We pull down a dirt track,
nowhere near where I expected to be. The hairs on the back of my neck rise,
shivers run through my body, and my heartrate increases. Something suddenly
doesn’t feel right to me. I look for the cab driver’s badge that usually hangs
over the inside mirror, but there’s nothing there.
“Where are we? This isn’t the way
to my address.”
I try to rifle through my bag to
find my cell, but my hands are beginning to shake.
“I’m taking you home.” He sniggers.
I see his eyes in the mirror.
They’re glaring lifelessly back at me. Now I know I’m not over-reacting. This
guy is crazy. Why didn’t I see that before I entered the vehicle? Why did my
mind have to be preoccupied? I internally smack myself for being so stupid.
“This isn’t the way to my home.
Just pull over. I’ll find my own way there.”
I finally find my cell phone and
try to push the on button, but a bump in the track knocks it flying out of my
hand. I bend down to get it, but another knock bangs my head on the seat in
front of me.
How can my contentment be taken
away so quickly by fear?
“You are home, little one.”
He gets out of the cab and I try to
open my door to run, but it remains closed. The safety locks are in place, and
I feel like a caged animal, awaiting its fate.
Fuck.
My door opens and I’m hauled out of
the seat by my arm, falling over my feet, landing on all fours. He pushes
himself against my backside. I feel his body leaning over the back of me. His
hands run through my long hair, sniffing it as it falls around my face.
“We’re going to have some
fun. You’ll like that, won’t you, little one?”
My fight instinct kicks in and I
barrel my elbow into his groin. He falls backwards, giving me time to get up,
but it’s short-lived. He captures me again, throws me to the ground, and bangs
my head off the concrete. I see stars. I’m dizzy and disorientated.
My last
thought before blackness overtakes me is, this is it. He’s going to kill me.
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