Meet Me In The Dark (A Dark Suspense)
Published on April 15, 2015 Romance
Eight years ago, Merric Case—AKA Merc, freelance assassin—was sent to rescue a sixteen year old girl from a Wyoming-based militia group on Christmas Eve. A new life, new friends, and a whole lot of new money came out of that job. But a choice had to be made that night, and the girl he should’ve saved was left behind.
Sydney Channing was collateral damage in more ways than one when the rescue she expected turned into an eight-year nightmare filled with lies, sexual servitude, and mind manipulation. Case’s last threat gave her hope that one day he’d be back—even if it was just to kill her.
And now Merc is back. But he’s not here to save Sydney. His job is to pick through her damaged psyche and find the truth using whatever means necessary. Sex, drugs, lies, and love. Those are his weapons of choice. And when Merric Case takes aim—he never misses the target.
Meet Me In The Dark is a full-length dark suspense novel due to be published on April 15, 2015.
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I study his back as he flips some more pancakes. He’s hot. I didn’t want to tell him that the last time I thought about it. But there’s no denying. Merric Case gets what he wants because a) he doesn’t take no for an answer, b) he’s got the skills to back up his “requests”, and c) he’s handsome.
He fills his plate, walks around the counter, and takes the barstool next to me. “Eat,” he says, pointing to my plate with a fork. A second later he’s stuffing his face.
I take a bite, then a few more before gulping some juice and coming up for air. “Mmmm. It’s good.”
“I know,” he says smugly. “I have two talents, Sydney Channing. Killing and cooking.”
I nod and stare at my food. Right.
“So do you want me to take you to the truck?”
I take a bite of pancake to think about this.
“Or do you want to hang out?”
“Pfft.” I look up with a laugh. “You kidnapped me.”
He shakes his head. “You came to me. I just kept you longer than you expected.”
“You drugged me. Hit me. Fucked me.”
He shrugs. “I did.”
“So now you want me to believe you want to hang out with me?”
He stabs at his breakfast. “You can if you want, that’s all I’m saying.”
“So now I get to do what I want?”
He shrugs again, but doesn’t look at me. Just chews and stares out the window at his bazillion dollar view. “I guess I’ll take you back, then.”
“Back where? Where do I go from here? Back to Brett? The bar? How? What the hell will I tell them?”
“Most people who’ve been kidnapped, drugged, hit, and fucked by someone they hate would go right to the police.” And then he drags that heated gaze over to meet my confused one. “You can go to the police, if you want.”
“Because you’re untouchable? Because you have so many people on your debts and favors list, they can’t get you? Because they’re afraid of you?”
“Come on, Syd. I’m one fucking guy.”
“One fucking guy.” I shake my head. “One dangerous, insane, out of control fucking guy.”
He drops his fork on his plate with sharp clang. “If you want to turn me in, then fucking do it. I’ve decided I might not have to kill you, so—”
“Oh!” I laugh. He has some fucking balls!
“— do whatever you want.”
I pour some more syrup on my pancakes and we eat in silence after that. He finishes before me and leaves me sitting there as he cleans up his mess in the kitchen. “But if you stay,” he says, his hard muscled back moving as he wipes the griddle down. “I’ll cook you lunch too.”