Fatal Wild Child

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ROMANTIC SUSPENSE

Not all armor is visible. Can he win through hers?

The Romance Reviews REVIEWER TOP PICK.

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Romantic suspense – sensual (not erotic).
Contemporary settings: Canadian Rockies and Los Angeles, USA.
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121 pages (short novel).

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Outline

When Seth O’Connor pulls Gabrielle Sherborne out from under her wrecked car in the middle of an icy river high in the Canadian Rockies just before Christmas, he never thought that someone might actually be gunning for the infamous wild child of the famous Hollywood director, Cameron MacKenzie Sherborne III, and the family that puts up with her antics.

Told by his superiors to insert himself into the Sherborne family and protect Gabrielle, Seth learns that the former film star is anything but a brat. She’s all woman, incredibly sexy and smart, with a vulnerability that eats right through the armor over his heart. That makes doing his job suddenly very tough for Captain Seth O’Connor, for the unfriendlies are closing in…

Reviews

…and Reviewer Top Pick

Read this book! I could come up with something cleverer, but nothing is going to convey quite the magic of this story and the power of these two characters. Because as wild as the premise might sound, at the heart of FATAL WILD CHILD is a remarkably honest, emotional and passionate love story that will knock your socks off…by the end of the first chapter, I was completely in love with the story, with Gabrielle and Seth’s blazing hot romance and was captivated until the last paragraph. My heart fluttered, my pulse pounded, and I was completely wrapped up in Seth and Gabrielle’s adventurous romance. I could go on from here, but I promise, it would be much better if you went and read FATAL WILD CHILD, and find out for yourself!

Bridget – The Romance Reviews

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This is an exciting story with some interesting dynamics. Gabrielle does not mesh well with her family, particularly her sisters. Her father obviously cares for her, but has a hard time showing it. The family dysfunction is a big part of the story. Seth is from a completely different world than Gabrielle and always puts his career first, ending most of his relationships, but she is made of stronger stuff than the women he is used to. The other characters are almost as vividly drawn as Seth and Gabrielle, and the dialogue and the way the author captures the Sherborne family dynamics are a big part of the story. The plot of this story flows seamlessly from one crisis to another leading up to a powerful climax. This is one of the best romantic suspense novels I have read this year.

Maura for Coffee Time Romance Reviews

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Excerpt

An Excerpt From: FATAL WILD CHILD
Copyright © TRACY COOPER-POSEY, 2011
All Rights Reserved.

CHAPTER ONE

Seth O’Connor never thought he’d find himself crouched in a defensive posture against unknown armed aggression in the middle of Jasper National Park at ten in the morning on a knock-out December day, surrounded by the Canadian Rockies he’d grown up amongst. These peaks were childhood friends.

Something had triggered his instincts, though, and made him hunch over. He straightened up, trying to laugh at himself. In Canada? In December? Even the bears were deeply asleep. He threw the cross-country skis and poles into the back of his truck and climbed in behind the wheel, then paused, listening.

There. The squeal of rubber on the Yellowhead from Jasper. Moving fast.

He got the truck going. Someone was in a hurry. Maybe that was what had spooked him, but he didn’t think so. He eased the truck along the rough track of rutted, compacted snow and nosed it out onto the highway, then waited for the car to appear. There was no need to get in front of it.

He wound down the window. The sun was gently warming, today. It was one of those perfectly glorious days when the tourists thought it was cute to strip down to bikinis and ski boots and take photos, because the ambient air was above zero, even though the snow was still a good foot thick on the ground. He turned his face up to the sun, letting the truck idle.

God, it was good to be back home. He could actually pretend he was something like a normal person once again. Reassure Mom he was alive. Drink beer and watch the Oilers get creamed.

Then the Mustang rounded the curve — barely — and he saw the face of the driver and everything changed.

Her eyes were wide, fiercely focused on the road ahead. Her hands were gripped on the wheel, the knuckles white. And her face was completely bereft of color.

That was all Seth saw of the driver before the teal Mustang flashed past him, the rear fishtailing down the steep gradient. His chest squeezed and his heart landed somewhere inside his stomach and gave out a protest.

No brakes. The Mustang was a stream-lined bullet building up speed with every second.

“Jesus Christ,” Seth whispered, throwing the truck into gear, and ramming his foot on the gas.

Did she know enough to use the gears to slow herself down? The handbrake?

He pushed the truck into top gear and it rattled after the teal-colored runaway as the little car rounded a curve, brushing up against the reinforced outer wall of the curve with a metal scream. Sparks jumped.

“Good girl,” Seth whispered. She was trying to slow herself down. But it was a risky move. Too hard a hit, and she’d go into an uncontrolled spin and fly out over the inner edge of the curve.

She kept control and shot out the other side of the hairpin bend, her velocity slightly slower than before, but still scary.

Seth wrenched the wheel, sending the truck around the bend, gaining on her, and calculating. He heard the nauseating sound of grinding gears. She was trying to slow herself down with the gears now. There was no perceptible check in her speed, but she was on a straight stretch of road here, where the river ran parallel and the decline was almost three in one.

There was a truck passing lane where trucks would slow to a painful inch-per-second as they climbed. Her speed was going to pick up.

Seth could feel sweat breaking out on his forehead. At the other end of this straight stretch was a curve to the left, hard and sharp. With a big pick up in speed, she’d never make it.

He looked at the river on the right. The drop off from the roadbed into the river here was shallow. A meter or two at most. And water was a softer landing than mountains.

With his decision made, Seth could feel calm descending. He dropped the shift down a gear, and the engine roared as the truck surged forward. He just needed to get ahead enough to nudge her sideways…

As soon as the truck had enough speed, he pushed it back into top gear and kept the gas pedal flat on the floor, despite the screaming motor. The square nose of the truck came level with the low-slung Mustang. Judging carefully, he waited until they were at the place where the river was deep and the road was low.

Then he hauled on the steering wheel, turning the nose of the Mustang into the water. It shot off the tarmac bed of the road, floating across air for a second or two, the nose dipping down.

Then the nose hit the rocky bed at the edge of the water, just as his own heavier truck’s wheels crunched down into the snow-covered stony ground edging the roadbed. He braked hard and threw himself out of the truck.

The Mustang’s engine was still running. The rear of the Mustang flipped up, showing the axle still turning, then the whole car toppled over into the icy water.

Seth stripped off his coat and sweater, and pulled at the ties on his boots, moving fast. He tore off everything but his boxers, his heart pounding. The touch of the snow on his feet didn’t even impact. He ran for the river and the now silent Mustang as it settled slowly into the raging water, sinking down.

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