SUMMER DRIVE |
SUMMER DRIVE Excerpt: She glanced at the grim-faced sheriff’s deputy over her shoulder. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t realize how fast I was going.” Dark-haired and about six feet tall, he wore dark sunglasses which hid his eyes. She knew most of the lawmen in the area, but he was unknown to her. “There wasn’t another car for miles around.” Maybe she’d be able to cajole him into letting her off easy. “Except mine,” he replied. “Guess it’s not your lucky day.” His tone, though mild, sounded firm, with a touch of a southern drawl. Around this neck of the woods in California, one didn’t meet many true- blue Southerners. She eyed the deputy again, and a thrill of anticipation swept through her. If she had a choice of any man’s hands on her right now, he’d be the one. From Whispers Publishing www.whispershome.com |