First Place and First Kiss

Never Trust a Pretty Wolf

First place.  That’s Liesel’s goal when she’s invited to play a game with a million dollar prize for the charity of your choice.  Even though she’s a woman with secrets that should stay hidden, she agrees to geocache with handsome marshal Andy Bryce, a man with secrets of his own.

What’s geocaching? Geocaching is when people hide caches around the world and post the coordinates online. The people who are playing try to find the hidden caches which is sometimes hard to do. In my book, a wealthy man offers a million dollars to the team who finds his hidden cache first. The money’s for charity, and Liesel wants it bad.

Nothing happens like she expected, though, especially the part about being chased by cold-blooded killers. Here’s an excerpt from Never Trust a Pretty Wolf that shows Liesel and Andy’s first kiss.

 

They moved through the woods as silently as possible, flinching when a careless foot snapped a branch. After one such incident, Liesel’s nerves got the better of her. She propped her foot on a rock and jerked a small handgun from a holster that she wore under her pant leg.

Andy’s hand shot out. “Give me that gun,” he commanded.

“No.”

He took it from her with ease. “I don’t know why you have this,” he whispered, “but if we get out of here alive you have some explaining to do. Now, keep moving but stay in control. Remember, no headlong plunges into the woods.”

Forty‑five minutes later, they exited the woods near the bridge that crossed the little creek. Liesel fearfully scanned the inviting, family‑centered area. “I don’t see anyone.”

“Two o’clock. Men in khaki.” Andy came to a halt and jerked her against him. “Kiss me like you mean it.”

Liesel didn’t mind if she did. Hopefully the khaki men would never imagine that two lovers out for a stroll had only moments before been running for their very lives. She prayed the men didn’t get too good a look at them. Throwing her arms around him, she pressed her body against his.

She wouldn’t have admitted to it for anything, but in spite of the danger, she felt a thrill from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. Nobody could kiss like Andy Bryce!

Andy took her hand, and they strolled casually across the bridge as if they’d been on a leisurely little walk. He kissed her again before they got into the Mustang. The minute they got in, he put the car in gear and slowly made his way out of the park.

“Now, Liesel,” he said. “Why don’t you tell me why those men are trying to kill you?”

 

 

 

About Elaine Cantrell

Elaine Cantrell was born and raised in South Carolina. She has a Master’s Degree in Personnel Services from Clemson University and is a member of Alpha Delta Kappa, an international honorary sorority for women educators. She is also a member of Romance Writers of America. Her first novel A New Leaf was the 2003 winner of the Timeless Love Contest and was published in 2004 by Oak Tree Press. When she isn't writing you can find Elaine playing with her dog or maybe collecting more vintage Christmas ornaments
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6 Responses to First Place and First Kiss

  1. Jeff Salter says:

    love the premise and that’s a terrific excerpt.
    I remember that cover from a while back. My kindle battery is dead, but I’m pretty sure that story is in my TBR pile of e-books.

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  2. I have had this one in queue. It really seems interesting, Elaine.Great premise; it’s new and timely.

    Like

  3. Patricia Kiyono says:

    I have friends who enjoy geocaching. It might be fun with a group. I need to read this book!

    Like

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