Open roads and honor meets poke bowls and self-control ➱ Edge of Nowhere Romantic Suspense by Freya Barker Excerpt Reveal
Title: Edge of Nowhere
Author: Freya Barker
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 5, 2024
Model: Josh Faust
Photog: Jean Maureen Woodfin
Book Tropes:
❉ Frenemies to lovers
❉ Damaged hero
❉ Forced proximity
❉ Stalker
❉ On the run
❉ Second Chance
Continue the Arrow’s Edge series with Wapi and Linsey’s story!
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Excerpt:
“Where are you going?” I ask as she tries to slip past me to the stairs.
She turns to face me, pointing at a spot on her blouse, but my eyes get hung up on the peek of cleavage the generous V allows.
“Nice. You look great.”
She does. The boots, the worn jeans, the flowy top, and the fuckable hairdo. She looks hot.
“Excuse me, that’s not where I’m pointing,” she schools me. “I need to put some water on this, you made me spill my taco,” she clarifies.
“I did?”
Seems like a bit of a stretch, given that I was here and she was sitting all the way over there, but I like the sound of putting water on her blouse. It’ll only improve the view.
“You startled me. What are you doing here anyway?” she asks, narrowing her eyes on me.
I lean my hip against the railing and cross my arms, smirking at her.
“Watching the rodeo, like everyone else.”
She crosses her own arms and grins back. “Let me guess, this was a last-minute decision?”
Her eyes sparkle, drawing me in.
“Maybe,” I concede, taking a step closer.
“It wouldn’t have anything to do with me being here, would it?” she probes.
“It’s a distinct possibility.”
I take another step until I’m flush against her. Then, with the tip of my finger, I lift her chin and take her mouth. It’s so damn easy to get lost in this woman, I almost forget where I am until a couple of whistles go up behind me.
Then someone yells, “Not the kind of bucking I thought I was in for tonight. Sit the hell down or get a damn room!”
Releasing Lindsey, I snap my head around to pinpoint the smart-ass. Instead, I catch sight of Booger and the other two I decided to bring, snickering in their seats. So I shoot them a glare instead.
At that moment Lindsey makes her escape, darting down the stairs. I point a finger at the boys. “Do not move.” Then I take off after her.
I just catch sight of her slipping into the bathrooms and resign myself to wait outside. I lean my back against the wall and get comfortable, but I don’t have to wait that long before she reappears. She tries to hide a smile when she catches sight of me pushing off from the wall.
“You know, I could probably find my own way back.”
“I’m aware,” I tell her, touching the wet spot on her shirt before lifting my hands to her face. “But I just needed another taste without the audience.”
I keep the kiss short and sweet. An appetizer for later.
“I’ll come by after.”
She tilts her head. “I’m sorry, I must have missed the question in there.” Then she glances past me toward the rodeo arena. “And you’re making me miss the cowboys.”
“F*ck the cowboys,” I grumble, giving her hair a little tug. “If I show up later, will you be home?”
“Probably. Unless I get a better offer,” she teases, before brushing past me toward the stairs.
“You’d better be,” I call after her. “Or I’ll come looking for you.”
At the base of the stairs, she looks back, a smirk on her face.
“Yippee ki-yay.”
Book Blurb:
Open roads and honor meets poke bowls and self-control.
I’m a homesick nomad.
A protégé, a mountain man, an ally, and a seeker.
My name is Wapi.
I’m a work in progress looking to belong, and though my road has been a winding one, my heart has found focus.
I’m a straightlaced hellcat.
A princess, a fool, a target, and a handle.
My name is Lindsey.
I can lash out fiercely when wounded, but my claws retract and my love glows bright in the hands of the right man.
We got off on the wrong foot—hostility thick between us—but when murder hits close to home bringing about a second chance, those sparks now stoke a different flame.
Setting hearts on fire.
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