Release Blitz: Closer by Sarah Greyson
Title: Closer
Series: The Unit #1
Author: Sarah Greyson
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: December 8, 2015
Danger. Intrigue. Suspense. Former Green Beret Michael Cartwright
thought he left all that behind him….
When Department of Defense Engineer Emma Welby takes on a Top
Secret project for the Pentagon, she never expects to be running for
her life. With a terrorist cell and a rogue CIA agent after her, the
one man who can protect Emma thinks she is a traitor to her country.
Michael Cartwright is haunted by the tours he served in
Afghanistan and Iraq. Sent on assignment to track down a terrorist,
the last person he expects to encounter is the intellectually driven
beauty that tempts and challenges Michael in a way that no one ever
has.
With danger lurking around every corner, can Michael save Emma and
keep his past from destroying his future?
+18 warning – This book is intended for mature audiences.
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A damp, musty smell assaulted her
senses. She couldn’t see because of the single bare light bulb
hanging in front of her, glaring into her eyes, while she imagined
dark, damp corners. Emma tried to peer around the room. Next to the
bulb was a metal, beaded string. Against the far wall sat an old
green couch. The stairs were behind her. There were laundry hook-ups
sticking out of the wall above the couch. The floor was concrete. She
was in a cellar of a house, her hands tied to one of the exposed old,
wooden beams that ran the length of the ceiling. When she looked up,
she could see the wiring and cables stapled to and running atop the
beams. Did he live here?
“Don’t you touch me, you freak,”
Emma screamed, as she dangled by her bound hands from the ceiling of
the cottage’s basement.
“You are going to tell me everything
I want to know about your boyfriend before I kill you,” Ingrams
commanded as he ran his finger between her breasts.
Emma wiggled and tossed her body away
from Ingram’s hand.
“Who is he, Ms. Welby?” Ingrams
demanded.
“Go to hell,” Emma exclaimed as she
spat in his direction.
He didn’t take kindly to the insult.
Ingrams raised his right hand and backhanded her hard across her
face. Her lip busted open and she sucked in the familiar metallic
taste of blood.
“We can play this game all night. In
fact, we can play this game for the next three nights. But I
guarantee you, you will tell me what I want to know. The question is,
Ms. Welby, how quickly do you want to die?” Ingrams jeered as he
wiped the line of blood trickling from Emma’s lip down her chin.
Ingrams moved his face closer to Emma’s and licked at the blood
removing it from her chin.
“You’ve obviously suffered some
kind of psychotic break, you sick man. You said you worked for the
CIA. I don’t know anybody that works for the CIA that would treat a
fellow colleague the way you’re treating me,” Emma snarled as she
swung her legs away from Ingram’s body.
“Tell me about him. How long have you
known him? Does he know about the work you do for the DOD? Does he
know about Project Hummingbird?” Ingrams growled as he pulled back
his right arm and punched Emma in the stomach.
She couldn’t lean forward to block
the pain. Her hands were bound above her head and her body was
dangling, her feet swinging above the floor.
“Come on sweetie. Make my work easy
for me. Don’t put yourself through this unnecessary pain. Just tell
me who he is and who he works for, and we can be done here,” he
said as he pulled his arm back to ram his fist into her stomach a
second time.
Emma felt the wind leave her body. Her
eyes glistened with unshed tears. He would not break her. If she told
him what he wanted to know, she was dead. She had to endure whatever
he dished out, just until Michael could save her.
He raised his arm again to strike her
but this time she lifted her leg and connected with his groin.
“You bitch,” he huffed as he
hunched over in pain. There, that would buy her a reprieve, she
thought, just enough to gain some of her strength back. She needed to
be strong for Michael. Shit, she needed to be strong for herself.
After rolling on the floor in utter
agony for several minutes, Ingrams got to his knees and pushed
himself upright. “I am going to kill him with or without your help,
Ms. Welby,” Ingrams seethed.
He went to the bag he brought with him
and pulled out the duct tape. He walked behind her and wrestled her
legs together as she kicked and bucked. He finally managed to hold
them tightly and began rolling the tape around her ankles binding
both legs.
“There, no more kicking,” he smiled
as he stood up and placed the tape back in his bag.
He turned and walked back over to her.
Her hands felt like they were separating from her wrists, but she
couldn’t give up. How long would he take to kill her? Did he really
plan on torturing her first? It was obvious something wasn’t right
with this man.
“I must say, Ms. Welby, I didn’t
expect you to be so strong. You have a PhD for God’s sake. But
you’re delicate like a flower,” Ingrams told her as he ran his
hand between her legs. He wriggled his hand in between her thighs and
cupped her sex. She squirmed and bucked, but she couldn’t escape
him.
“Get your hands off of me,” she
yelled as tears fell down her cheeks. Salt mixing with the metal
taste on her lips.
“Maybe I will have you before I kill
you. You are a remarkably beautiful woman, Ms. Welby,” he insisted
as he applied pressure to her clit with his nubby fingers.
“You’d like that, you sick animal?
Why don’t you untie me so we can become properly acquainted,” she
retorted as she tried to again free herself from his hand. Where are
you Michael? “Oh Emma? Emma? Whatever shall I do with you?” he
asked as he removed his hand from her sex. “I can’t let you help
a terrorist organization. I have to kill you. What you know is too
valuable. They won’t stop coming after you until you give them what
they want. And what they want is the information on Project
Hummingbird. You really can’t expect me, a CIA agent, to let you go
now, can you?” Ingrams coaxed while he brushed Emma’s reddened
face with the back of his hand.
He lowered his arm, pulled back his fist, and punched her square in the face. “That’s for kicking me in the balls, you bitch.”
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