Title: The Runaway Viper (The Viper Series #2)
Author: Kirsty-Anne Still
Release Date: July 6, 2014
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SynopsisHaving already broken rule number of Clara Delvine’s rules by falling in love with one of her clients, Joely Gilbert knows she is past the point of no return. After defying all of the orders Delvine lives by, Joely believes becoming the first runaway Viper Girl is all too good to be true.
However, remaining uncaught for months, Jace Mason gives Joely the life she’s been searching for – the man she wants, the house she dreamt of, the love she cherishes.
But how long can you outrun the devil when she’s after blood?
After all, Delvine never loses a girl, and she’ll do anything to make sure she has Joely back to finish her contractual obligations.
What happens when Joely’s left with the biggest decision of her life, the decision that was always hers to make – kill her heart or kill the man she loves.
Clara will make sure Joely never strays from The Viper Rooms – ever again.
But can The Boss tame a runaway viper?
Getting to the edge of the dock, I jump down upon the boat’s deck, tossing the bag aside to get the get the motor started. When it’s on, I do nothing more than sit on the boat, engine now running, and feel the perspiration burst to life all over my body. Jace is nowhere in sight and as I hear glass shatter and my home be torn apart I start to wonder if I should go back.
But I remember his words and grip onto the side of the boat. The feeling of going to help him doesn’t diminish as I see flames burst to life. The kitchen going up almost immediately. I can’t stop the tears that prick to life and begin to fall and I result to dropping my head into my hands. I feel helpless and vulnerable and I’m caught in a chokehold between what I should do and what my gut is telling me to do.
I look up and see Jace running towards me. I watch him run towards, just as windows blow out of the house. Out perfect home is now ablaze and my heart is in my throat. I’ve never been happier to see him so unscathed and the look on his face tells me he’s happy to see me here like he ordered. Jumping onto the boat, he wastes no time putting his hands either side of my face, inspecting me grazes and marks. He notices the stream of blood down my face and I see his eyes widen with panic.
“I tripped, but I’m okay,” I whisper gently, closing my eyes as his thumb traces over my temple below the cut.
“You’re okay?” he asks me as if not hearing my gentle sentence.
I nod. “I’m okay,” I repeat to him, smiling mirthlessly.
With that he nods his own head, calculating our freedom. “Okay,” he murmurs, and starts to look around the boat, the enormity of the moment catching up. Even though we’re hidden well out here, there’s still enough moonlight and light from the fire to make us visible.
“What took you so long?” I scold him. I’m relieved he’s here, but my heart couldn’t take the thought of him being hurt or worse while I sat out here.
“I had to get to the safe. I had to get money for us to be able to get out of here,” he enlightens me, stowing a large wad of money into the bag I carry. “Right, we need to go.”
“Jace,” I start, putting my hand onto his to stop him for the moment. “What happened back there? How were we found?”
Even though he’s not looking at me while he unties us from the dock and pushes out into the bay, his words send my body into overdrive.
“Because Clara’s found us.”
I used to be just another Fanfiction writer! That was until one person showed real interest in my work. And then another, and then another, until I had this whole group of people reviewing like crazy and wanting original work from me. I’d spent years writing for free online, I didn’t believe I had it in me to publish something!
But I’m glad I did! I never imagined pushing my work and striving to reach my ultimate. I never imagined I’d be the girl who started The Viper Rooms! But who am I to deny the inspiration when it hits?
I love writing, it’s a lifeline. I love creating a world that others fall into. I love having the control to make a whole new world. It’s like a dependency, an addictive one. It’s one of the things I’m extremely proud of.
As much as I complain, I love the mini dialogues that go on in my head, the plotlines that attack me when I least expect them to. The ones that jump to life at the most inappropriate times and drive me totally crazy!!
For now I split my life between writing, dreaming, working, and volunteering with children.
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