This is a short excerpt from Devil’s Harvest, available now from Amazon
He’d been waiting for her. And now he was going to kill her, too.
Taryn raised her hands to push him away. She wasn’t quick enough. He shifted his weight, moved closer. The hard wall of his body pressed her into the soft leather seat, trapping her hands between them. Beneath her fingers, she felt the play of muscles in his chest.
He leaned close. His face was only inches from hers. His breath smelled of mint, and coffee. It was warm on her cheek when he spoke. “Take it easy,” he said softly. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Sure he won’t, Taryn thought. How many murder victims have heard that line before they ended up buried in a shallow grave in the middle of nowhere?
Don’t panic. Stay calm. Think. Fight.
She squirmed, shoved against his chest. Tried to connect her foot with any part of him. It was useless. He didn’t budge. In fact, it didn’t seem to take any effort whatsoever to keep her still. And he knew it. He held her, securely but without hurting her, against his body. Waiting, she knew. Knowing that eventually she’d tire herself out.
The pressure of his hand relaxed until only two fingers rested against her lips. “Shh. Don’t bother screaming. Nobody will hear you.”
She glared at him. He was right. The parking lot was practically deserted at this time of night. A silver SUV in the back corner, Stan’s maroon convertible straddling the line, as it always did. A few other vehicles belonging to staff who wouldn’t be off duty for another hour or so.
A faint bass beat drifted through the night air from the radio on the security guard’s desk. She might as well save her breath. He wouldn’t hear her scream. She kept fighting. But she was weakening. They both knew it. It was only a matter of time.
“Stop struggling. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
True. She was only wearing herself out. So much for all those years of aerobics and weight training.
She had to think. She needed to save whatever strength she had left. At some point, she’d get her chance to escape. She had to be ready when it came. She nodded slightly, and slumped against the seat.
“Keep still. Understand?” His voice was low, tense.
Taryn understood only too well. She understood she was in serious trouble. The only way she was going to survive was by keeping her wits about her. She couldn’t afford to panic. She couldn’t afford to make him angry. As long as she stayed calm, she could find a way out of this alive.