Kidnapped at the Gun Show [Ransomed Hearts] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

Ransomed Hearts

Kidnapped at the Gun Show

The last person Sara Brennan wanted to run into was her ex-boyfriend, Kale Kinsley. But her friends set Sara up. She was kidnapped, hauled out of the gun show, and taken to a remote cabin to talk things through. Sara and Kale opt for a fresh start, but she didn’t know the fresh part would be adding Kale’s best friend, Riley Cooper, to their relationship.

It is a little out of her comfort zone, but she is willing to try. Her life is already an adventure.

Good thing Riley is an attorney. She can use all the legal help she can find. Sara is wanted for questioning by the federal district attorney, and her former boss is out to make sure she doesn’t tell what she knows. Kale and Riley vow to protect her, love her, and cherish her.

Genre:
Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

Length:
40,893 words
 

GUN SHOW

Ransomed Hearts

Lavender Daye

MENAGE AMOUR

Siren Publishing, Inc.

www.SirenPublishing.com

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KIDNAPPED AT THE GUN SHOW

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First E-book Publication: September 2012

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Special thanks to Dave for taking me to the Gun Show.

KIDNAPPED AT THE

GUN SHOW

RANSOMED HEARTS

LAVENDER DAYE

Copyright © 2012

“Why are we here again?” Sara asked for the third time. No one had given her a decent answer, and she was quickly losing patience. “I thought we were going to a new mall.”

“We are, but first I need to find this thing for Tommy. He promised me a romantic night if I picked it up for him.” Paige slipped an arm around Sara’s shoulders. “It won’t take long.”

“You know that just means sex at his place, right?” Sara said, eyeing the huge orange-and-black banner announcing the date and time of the gun show.

Emma pulled the door open and the other two girls entered the Mesquite Market Hall.

Ignoring Sara’s comment, Paige said, “Don’t worry. “I’ll pay the gate fee for all of us, since it was my idea.”

Sara stepped out from under her friend’s arm and stopped walking. “What
thing
are you looking for exactly?” She was tired of getting the runaround. Both her friends had been avoiding eye contact with her for the last half hour, and it was beginning to frustrate her. Direct answers were on the endangered species list, and she’d had enough.

Paige handed the man at the ticket table a twenty and answered over her shoulder, still not eliciting confidence, “I have the name written down in my purse. It’s a scope for his new rifle, and he wants to use it next week. He was going to come himself, but he had to work all day and the seller is only here today. The next gun show is a month from now.”

Sara, still unsure of her friends’ agenda, followed them to the main exhibit hall doors, nodding to the two uniformed police officers monitoring all the participants. Paige and Emma strode into the hall and she reluctantly joined them. Friends for more years than she could count, they trusted each other implicitly. But there was something about their behavior this morning that had her wondering what they were up to. They kept sharing a look, had heads together one too many times to be a coincidence.

Sara was in the dark and she didn’t like it.

She surveyed the hall. There were at least fifteen wide aisles with tables filled to overflowing with everything a hunter, fisherman, or gun collector might want or need. It was Bambi’s worst nightmare, and from the looks of things, they’d be lucky to make it to the mall sometime next week.

“The seller is Anders Outdoors. Help me find it and we can get out of here faster,” Paige said.

“I’ll take the far-left aisle,” Emma said, holding up her phone. “Call me if you find it first.”

“Better put your cell on vibrate. We’ll never hear it ring in here,” Sara shouted before Emma was swallowed by the crowd.

Paige turned to Sara. “I’ll go up the middle. You take the first aisle.” Paige pulled her into a quick hug. “Thank you so much for helping me.”

Sara stared, shocked at her friend’s uncharacteristic show of affection as Paige walked away, quickly disappearing into the crowd of rednecks, cowboys, and hunters. If this event was taking place in the woods, most of the participants would be invisible, since they were wearing various versions of camouflage.

Hitching her bag higher on her shoulder and tucking it against her body, Sara waded into the crowd. Most of the booths on the first aisle contained crates of ammunition, so she picked up her pace. The sooner they located the right booth, the sooner she could get out of this nightmare. Ever since that Christmas shopping trip when she was ten and got separated from her mother, Sara avoided places like this. Places where bodies brushed against each other simply by walking in different directions. Too many people in one enclosed area gave her the willies.

She rounded a corner, barely avoiding a family of pink and green camo. Really? Pink and green camo? And found herself against a brick wall.

Wait.

A breathing brick wall.

She raised her eyes, looked past the shiny silver belt buckle, and moved up to the taut black shirt covering an amazing six-pack of abs. Nice chest. Wide shoulders.

Finally seeing the face, Sara jerked back.

Too late.

Strong arms wrapped around her before she could run.

“Hello, Sara.”

“Let me go, Kale.” Why had all the air disappeared from her lungs?

She squirmed, but there wasn’t enough room between their bodies to maneuver. “Let me go, you son of a bitch.”

“Sara, please. There are kids here. I just want to talk to you.”

Finally getting an arm between them, Sara found enough space to take a deep breath. “Well, that makes one of us. And I don’t want to listen.”

“Honey—”

“Don’t call me that.” Where in the hell were Paige and Emma when she needed them?

Kale kept one arm around her and used his free hand to lift her chin, forcing her to look at him, and Sara punched him in the gut, furious at his control of her.

Useless, since her hand was stinging and he wasn’t reacting at all.

“I’ve been trying to reach you for the last week. You won’t answer my calls. Or my texts. Or my e-mails. You’ve avoided me at every turn, but I refuse to give up.”

Why did his voice cause such havoc in her brain? Three years of heartache should have prepared her for this meeting. Not so. The rich tones, the soft Texas accent—all country-boy gentlemen—was wearing her down.

With a quick shove, she slipped out of his grasp and took off down the next aisle. Where in the hell were Paige and Emma? Her bag slapped against her hip then slid off her shoulder and began to swing as she dodged through the crowd. Rounding a corner, Sara bounced off a couple of oversized, overindulged hunter-types and spun back the way she’d come. With no idea which direction she was moving, she tripped over a display and felt her momentum leading her body astray. She was falling face first into the crowd.

Sara collided with a warm, solid body on her way to the floor. But the floor never arrived. Instead, she found herself sprawled on top of someone.

A man.

A solid, well-defined specimen of a man, who cupped the back of her head to hold her close.

She looked into gray-green eyes. At one time, she’d thought they were the warmest, kindest eyes she’d ever looked into, and she’d planned to look into them for the rest of her life.

But he’d screwed that up royally.

The hand on the back of her head tightened, pulled her closer, and Sara couldn’t focus on anything but his proximity. She couldn’t breathe, but she could clearly feel. Every ridge of his body, every inch of hers, was connected. His lips met hers in a searing kiss, melting her resistance during that moment in time. God, she’d missed the feel of his mouth on hers.

A high-pitched whistle and a catcall or three bounced around the crowd.

Reality flooded in, reminding her of the past.