WICKED AND BOUND is coming soon!

WICKED AND BOUND is coming soon! You've been dying to know what happens next—and trust me, the wait will be worth it! This conclusion to Nash and Haisley’s story is full of suspense, heartbreak, and white-hot passion—plus the explosive, sigh-worthy ending they deserve. https://geni.us/3b5rs

The stakes? Higher than ever. The tension? Off the charts. And the chemistry? It’ll singe your fingers. Here’s a little peek…

Somewhere in the Caribbean

Haisley’s head throbbed as consciousness slowly returned, each pulse like a hammer against her skull. Her mouth felt stuffed with cotton, her limbs heavy and uncoordinated. She pushed at the cold, hard floor until she managed to sit up, fighting a wave of dizziness as she tried to pierce her mental fog. She had to figure out what had happened and where she’d been taken.

The janitor. The mall. A hand clamping over her mouth. Being shoved into that old brown van.

She’d fought hard—kicked, screamed against the hand silencing her, clawed at her attacker, even broken his nose. But the sharp prick in her neck had ended her efforts to escape. As the drug took hold, she’d tried desperately to focus on the men in the van. The hulk who had grabbed her. The driver with the ball cap pulled low. Their accomplice with terrifyingly dead eyes waiting for her with the chilling smile. She’d demanded answers and tried to reason with them. But they’d ignored her completely as darkness claimed her.

Now she forced her eyes open, blinking against harsh fluorescent light. A cell. Maybe eight by ten feet. Concrete walls, a tiny barred window too high to reach, and a steel door with a small observation window. A narrow cot beneath her and another against the opposite wall where a woman in nondescript gray scrubs huddled, knees drawn to her chest.

“Where are we?” Haisley asked, her voice barely more than a raspy whisper.

The woman—girl really, probably around twenty—glanced nervously at the door. “An island,” she whispered. “That’s all I know. I’ve only been here a few days.”

Haisley’s heart hammered. An island. That meant they’d transported her somewhere—probably out of the country—on a plane while she was unconscious. How long had she been out? God, what day was it? “Do you know what they plan to do with us?”