Colleen Helme [Shelby Nichols Deep In Death (epub)

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.deep in deathA Shelby Nichols AdventureColleen HelmeCopyright © 2014 by Colleen Helme.All rights reserved.No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.www.colleenhelme.comPublisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction.Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination.Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes.Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.Book Cover Art by Damonza.com Copyright © 2014 by Colleen HelmeBook Layout ©2013 BookDesignTemplates.comDeep In Death/ Colleen Helme.-- 1st ed.ISBN 978-1500367220ISBN 1500367222DedicationTo Mom and DadWith loveACKNOWLEDGMENTSOnce again, I would like to thank my wonderful family for all of your support and enthusiasm! A huge thanks to Melissa Gamble for being my alpha-reader and all around idea bouncer.I couldn’t do this without you and your wonderful insights! Another big thanks to Kristin Monson for your fantastic edits and attention to detail.You make this a better book.Thanks to Damonza.com for the fabulous book cover! Last, but not least, thanks to all of my special fans whose words of encouragement keep me writing, I hope you enjoy this next adventure!CONTENTSdeep in deathChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 1A twinge of pain burned through my arm, and I gently rubbed the spot where I’d been shot nearly three weeks ago.Getting a shot in the arm may sound like a simple thing for most people, but when it’s done by a bullet, it’s a whole different story.At least it was healing nicely, and the scar wasn’t too big, but every once in a while my arm ached like it had happened yesterday, probably because I was overdoing it again.After a few seconds the pain subsided, and I finished pulling on my shirt and got dressed.Today was my first day back at work since the shooting, and I was ready to take on a new project.This time the job was a client from my consulting agency, which suited me just fine.My last job for Uncle Joey, the local mob-boss, had gotten me both arrested for murder and shot by a bullet in the arm, so I was a little nervous about doing anything for him again.A few months ago I had to tell Uncle Joey my secret that I could read minds so he wouldn’t kill me.We’d worked out a compromise, and over the course of our association, we’d even become close.Crazy as it sounded, I’d started to think of him as my real uncle, even though he wasn’t.Since most of his errands seemed to get me into trouble, he’d also saved my life a few times.Well, to be honest, it was his hit-man, Ramos, doing most of the saving.But it was Uncle Joey who’d told him to watch out for me.I sighed every time I thought of Ramos.He had a troubled past which only I knew about, and I’d helped him come to terms with it.Besides saving my life several times, there was also a physical attraction that I only dared admit out loud to my best friend, Holly.Of course after seeing him, she had a crush on him too, and since we were both happily married, I had to think it was all right.But with all of that going on, I had to wonder about myself.I mean, Uncle Joey was a big, bad mob-boss who had threatened to do me bodily harm, and Ramos was his hit-man.They were the bad guys and I had a soft spot in my heart for them.Was something wrong with me?My husband, Chris, had no qualms about severing all ties with Uncle Joey, and it put me in a hard spot trying to please them both.But since the last job, things had changed.After I got shot, Chris had a long talk with Uncle Joey, and I hadn’t heard from him in three weeks.In some ways it was a relief, but in others, I kind of missed him…and Ramos…well…mostly Ramos.Still, I wasn’t about to call and offer my services.Not considering what had happened last time.Nope.I wasn’t ready to get shot again.In fact, I would be pretty happy if I never saw another gun in my life.I took a deep cleansing breath and checked the time.I had an appointment with my client at ten this morning, and it was time to go.Her name was Tiffany and this was her senior year of college [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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