Contemporary Romance
Date Published: January 6, 2014
“Some men think there’s a choice between right and wrong. Great men know there is none.” ~General Steven Randall
In The Trucker’s Cat, Samantha Randall and Major Logan McCormick believe in a common value that takes on extraordinary meaning.
At the Russian Embassy where she lives with her mother and stepfather, Samantha uncovers a plot to assassinate the President. Her father’s famous speech urges her to act. She treks cross-country to warn the driver that his cargo has the proof, but she finds herself stranded in the middle of nowhere.
Driving a truck on a special military assignment, Logan sees no choice and rescues Sam from a bloated lecher. Against protocol, he gives the wildcat a ride. With Russian soldiers searching for Logan’s cargo and another team chasing Samantha, they quickly realize they must work together. Making sacrifices for the greater good, they will do what’s necessary to prevent the unthinkable.
“Some men think there’s a choice between right and wrong. Great men know there is none.” ~General Steven Randall
In The Trucker’s Cat, Samantha Randall and Major Logan McCormick believe in a common value that takes on extraordinary meaning.
At the Russian Embassy where she lives with her mother and stepfather, Samantha uncovers a plot to assassinate the President. Her father’s famous speech urges her to act. She treks cross-country to warn the driver that his cargo has the proof, but she finds herself stranded in the middle of nowhere.
Driving a truck on a special military assignment, Logan sees no choice and rescues Sam from a bloated lecher. Against protocol, he gives the wildcat a ride. With Russian soldiers searching for Logan’s cargo and another team chasing Samantha, they quickly realize they must work together. Making sacrifices for the greater good, they will do what’s necessary to prevent the unthinkable.
Excerpt
Freshly shaved and showered, Logan
McCormick sipped his black coffee from a window booth in the truck stop diner.
While his partner ranted through the communication piece in his ear, he watched
a smoking Greyhound bus catch fire at the edge of the parking lot. The
passengers scrambled in every direction except for a young woman in a flannel
shirt and jeans. She sprayed the engine with the fire extinguisher. It
surprised him that she could hold it up; it was almost as big as she was.
“Mick, are you even listening to
me?” Barrett asked in his ear.
“I wish I wasn’t. You’re whining
again,” he mumbled.
“I am not. It pisses me off that I
can’t get a decent cell signal anywhere at this damn truck stop.”
“Who are you calling? I’m your only
friend.” He smirked at the non-reply.
The group from the bus raced across
the parking lot knowing they’d have a long wait. Glad he already ordered his
meal; he continued to watch the young woman by the pay phone. As she walked
gracefully toward the diner, her heels never touched the ground. He smiled when
she paused at the lowering of the flag.
When his cell vibrated on the
table, he checked the caller ID, winced, and covered it with his Texas Ranger’s
baseball cap. Fascinated with the young woman, he pushed his hat aside and
leaned forward to see her argue with the attendant. The man nodded
apologetically while she shook her finger at him.
He sipped his coffee. As he
wondered about the wildcat under the cap, the waitress stopped briefly to
deliver his steak and scrambled eggs. He wolfed down his meal, and the young
woman disappeared into the gas station’s convenience store. The bus passengers
overwhelmed the only two waitresses. It looked like the manager corralled the
busboy to carry around a pot of coffee and hand out menus. He chewed his last
bite as an elderly woman with a bag of red yarn trolled the diner and eyed his
spot.
“How long does it take you to eat?”
Barrett asked in his ear.
He set his knife across his plate.
“Can I finish my coffee, please?”
Logan held out his mug for the
busboy and spotted the young woman scanning the room from the doorway. His
wildcat assessment fit. Her body was sleek not awkwardly skinny. The loose
curls of reddish brown hair danced around her cap as she turned her head. He
couldn’t see her face but knew by her confident stance that she was a spitfire.
She caught him staring and moved toward him. Damn it. He didn’t need the
attention.
Pulling her cap to her brow to
shadow her face, she stood beside the table with her backpack in her hand.
“Hello, Major.”
Barrett thundered in his ear, “What
the hell? Who is that?”
“Excuse me?” he asked tensely.
“I’m guessing you were a major in
the army,” she said.
He relaxed slightly. “What makes
you think that?”
“Your hair is army short, your
watch is military time, your combat boots are army issue, and your posture is
rigid,” she said, setting her bag on the seat across from him. She slid in next
to it.
She shrugged. “You have a superior
air about you. I guessed. Was I right?”
Barrett laughed. “She’s got you
pegged.”
Resisting the urge to turn off his
com, he frowned and crossed his arms stretching his denim over-shirt. When he
didn’t answer, she continued, “I’m looking for a ride.”
“How do you know I’m not done for
the night?”
“I think you prefer to drive at
night. You’re clean and you just ate breakfast.”
Barrett snickered in his ear. “Let
her. She’s amusing, and you’re such a grouch.”
“No,” he replied to her and
Barrett. Two could play her game. “What are you running from?”
She stiffened slightly. “What makes
you think that?”
“You have leftover hair dye on your
earlobe.” She gasped and rubbed her ear. He pointed at her other. “Busted,” he
said with a chuckle.
“Are you joking with a woman?”
Barrett asked.
He clenched his jaw at the
statement. Turning her head, she tugged her cap down farther. He thought she’d
completely cover her eyes. The waitress walked by and put his bill next to him.
“Honey, you want anything?”
“No, thank you,” she replied. When
the waitress hurried away, the wildcat stuck her foot between his legs and
pressed her canvas shoe into his crotch. God, it felt good. “If you give me a
ride, I can make it worth your while.”
Barrett chuckled. “Take her up on
it. How long’s it been? Two years since your divorce? Mick, don’t even think
about turning me off. You know the protocol.”
Calling her bluff, he leaned back,
which pressed his cock firmly against her foot. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-one,” she replied, wiggling
her toes through her shoe.
He was getting hard—so much for
bluffing. “Let’s see your ID.”
“Nice try, Major,” she said,
glancing around the room. “I’m also guessing you have a nickname like Mac.”
Enjoying the banter, Barrett
laughed. “Mick, Mac, same thing.”
“It’s not,” Logan replied.
Her mouth opened with some witty
reply, but she snapped it shut just as quick. Before he could follow her eyes
to the TV at the counter, she applied a little more pressure with her foot.
God, and it wasn’t his own pressure. He needed to focus on something else. He
sipped his coffee.
“How about that ride?” Her foot
continued to stroke him. “I’m not a virgin if that’s what you’re wondering.”
He choked on his coffee. “Jesus,”
he said, looking around.
Thankfully, nobody paid any
attention to them. Before Barrett said a word, he tapped off his com. She
looked up at him, and he finally saw her eyes. He stared at her freckled face
with a mesmerizing green eye and cobalt blue eye.
She quickly looked away. “I know.
I’m Sam the Freak.”
When she started to pull her foot
away, he held it firm with his hand. “They’re exotic,” he replied, before
letting her go.
She smiled. “Thank you, Major.”
Stunned, he watched her leave the
diner and wondered why he’d said it. He would have liked to take her up on her
offer especially after seeing her smile. It curved at the ends like the
Cheshire Cat. It seemed genuine and knocked him on his ass. God, he was hard
with only a foot and a smile. It has been too damn long.
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Christina Thompson, a retired acupuncturist, enjoys writing about the physical science, the emotional workings of our mind and heart, and the spiritual energy that taps into our passions.
Her degree in biology from Nazareth College in Kalamazoo gave her a love of science and a background into the physical realm of the body. Her diploma in Traditional Chinese acupuncture from Midwest College of Oriental Medicine taught her that the mind and spirit affect the body in powerful ways.
She teaches at the Reflexions Plus Holistic Center on many topics including massage therapy, acupuncture, Feng Shui as well as other modalities of Chinese medicine. She currently resides with her husband, Kraig, in West Michigan.
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