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On the Run: A Sugarland Blue Novel

Jo Davis


ISBN: 9780451467935
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"Signet Eclipse contemporary romance"--Spine.
On the Run: A Sugarland Blue Novel
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ISBN: 9780451467935
ANNOTATION:
"Signet Eclipse contemporary romance"--Spine.

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"Signet Eclipse contemporary romance"--Spine.

Publisher Description

Tonio knows that loneliness is the price he has to pay to avoid being hurt again. But the strictly by-the-book cop never expected to be blindsided by a woman who pulls him right out of his self-imposed isolation.

Angel Silva isn't just from the wrong side of the tracks-she's on the wrong side of the law. She's desperate to break free from her dangerous brother and his gang, but when a sexy new recruit joins them, Angel is more trapped than ever-because the ruthless Tonio Reyes isn't what he seems. When she discovers the man she's falling for is one of Sugarland's finest, she's forced to go on the run.

Instead of taking Angel into custody, Tonio finds himself risking his career to keep her safe. And as the beautiful woman tears down all his defenses, Tonio realizes he'll risk his very life to set her free.

Author Biography

Jo Davis lives in Richardson, TX.

Review

Praise for the Sugarland Blue novels: "With her descriptive storytelling and sharp banter, Davis's way with words will keep the reader hooked."--RT Book Reviews

"Scorching hot."--Publishers Weekly

"Romance suspense at its best...A wonderful series that has it all."--The Reading Cafe

"If you like romance, action, and mysteries, then you will love this book."--Once Upon a Twilight

"Jo writes stories that keep you hooked until the very last page and clamoring for the next book to release."--Book Monster Reviews

"A smart, sexy, and fast-paced read."--Fresh Fiction

"Amazing story and I loved every bit of it. Four and a half stars!" -- Night Owl Reviews Reviewer Top Pick

Review Quote

Praise for the Sugarland Blue novels: "With her descriptive storytelling and sharp banter, Davis's way with words will keep the reader hooked."- RT Book Reviews "Scorching hot."- Publishers Weekly "Romance suspense at its best...A wonderful series that has it all."-The Reading Cafe "If you like romance, action, and mysteries, then you will love this book."-Once Upon a Twilight "Jo writes stories that keep you hooked until the very last page and clamoring for the next book to release."-Book Monster Reviews "A smart, sexy, and fast-paced read."-Fresh Fiction "Amazing story and

Promotional "Headline"

In the latest Sugarland Blue novel, Detective Tonio Salvatore always puts his job first-until a beautiful piece of trouble has him questioning the rules he's sworn to live by...

Excerpt from Book

PRAISE FOR THE SURGARLAND BLUE NOVELS ALSO BY JO DAVIS SIGNET ECLIPSE Prologue The stench reached his consciousness first. Then the pain. All-over, racking agony that proved he wasn''t dead yet, though he didn''t have a clue how that could be. Awareness of being trapped came next. Buried. But not in the dirt. As he tried to move, various items surrounding him shifted and rolled away. With his fingertips he felt . . . cans. Paper. Slime. Old food? Cold knowledge gripped him, turned his blood to ice. After the bastards finished with me, they threw me in the garbage. Literally . Move, Salvatore. Move or you''re dead. Using his hand, he sought the air. Pushed and clawed, twisting his body in the stinking refuse. The weight on top of him was heavy but not crushing. They''d meant to hide his body, completely confident he wouldn''t wake, or make it out even if he did. He tried not to think they might be right. At last, fresh air. But as he broke through the pile, the heap sloped downward sharply and he was tumbling sideways. For several feet he fell, jabbed and poked by sharp edges until he landed in the dirt at the bottom, the wind knocked out of him. Breathing was almost impossible, his lungs burning. He was hurt inside, and out. His eyes opened to slits, and he tried to peer into the darkness. All he could make out was a sea of garbage. No moon or stars. Worse, little hope. They''d thrown him into the dump miles outside the city, where nobody in their right mind would venture. Don''t give up. Drawing his legs under him, he pushed upward. His legs were like rubber, his strength almost nonexistent. He made it halfway to a standing position before crashing back to the ground with a hoarse cry. God, the pain. His entire body felt hot and cold by turns, and swollen like a balloon. Any second, he would split and spill onto the ground like the plastic bags all around him vomiting their guts. His skin and clothing were wet, too, from head to toe. He knew it wasn''t all from the slime of the trash. Shaking, Tonio crawled forward on his belly, inch by inch. Time lost meaning. An hour or three might have passed, though he didn''t think it had been so long--he would already be dead. Wetness ran down his forehead, down the bridge of his nose. Gradually he grew cold. So cold he knew he''d never get warm again. What was he doing? Too much blood loss. Confusion. He tried to remember, couldn''t. Knew that was the beginning of the end. Anthony. I''m Anthony Salvatore, and I''m a cop. Have to get out of here, get help. Let them know--what? Her name whispered through his mind like a promise. Or a nightmare. He didn''t know which, and now he might never. Angel. Have to let Chris, somebody, know about Angel. Because if I fail . . . Brother or not, Rab would kill her. He would show her no mercy, and she would end up here, in a grave next to Tonio. He couldn''t let that happen. "Angel." Her name was on his lips, her beautiful face in his mind and the memory of her warm, supple body close to his heart when his strength finally deserted him. He''d wanted years to learn her secrets, her joys, and had been granted only weeks. It would have to be enough. "Be smart, baby," he rasped. "Stay safe." Against his will, his eyes drifted shut. And Tonio surrendered to the darkness. 1 Five weeks earlier Detective Tonio Salvatore leaned against the bar in one of his favorite dives where the regulars only knew him by his first name, and sipped his whiskey, neat. They didn''t know what he did for a living, either, and nobody ever asked. He figured that, if anything, they had him pegged for a dangerous thug of some sort, maybe into drugs or fencing stolen goods like three-quarters of the guys there. Dressed as he always was when he came here, in leathers, a tight black Metallica T-shirt, heavy boots, a five o''clock shadow on his jaw and a bandanna around his short raven hair, it was a reasonable assumption. It didn''t hurt that he was six-four and muscular, and looked mean even though he wasn''t unless he had to be. Stroker''s was a rough place with an even rougher clientele, but it suited him despite his job--or maybe because of it. It was the perfect place to keep his finger on the pulse of Cheatham County''s criminal activity without risking being seen and recognized in his nearby city of Sugarland, Tennessee. He wasn''t here in any official capacity, though. He just wanted to relax, incognito. And maybe see some action that involved the weapon in the front of his leathers and not the one strapped to his ankle. Taking another sip of his Dewar''s, he savored the smooth flavor and recalled the sweet little piece of work from last weekend. The blonde, what was her name? Trish? Tess? Didn''t matter. She''d been all over him from the minute she spied him at the bar, and it hadn''t taken her long to maneuver her way between his legs as he sat on the stool, then proceed to check his tonsils with her tongue. His cock stirred as he remembered giving her a ride on his Harley to the motel down the road, his go-to for the one-night stands that provided him and his chosen partners with relief. No way was he taking any of them home. He wasn''t stupid. The blonde had hugged him tightly from behind, pressed her breasts against his back, her hot crotch against his ass, and he''d nearly wrecked trying to get them to the motel. Inside, they''d been naked in seconds and he''d been eating her out, enjoying the moaning and breathy little whimpers coming from her throat. She''d dug her fingers into his short hair and held on for the ride as he''d thrown her onto the bed, slid his cock deep, and fucked her so hard the headboard had cracked the plaster on the wall. Looking around, he hoped she''d be back tonight. "Another round?" the bartender asked. The guy''s name was Rick, and he was as tough as anyone here. Had to be to work in a place like this. Tonio knew for a fact that the man kept a baseball bat behind the counter, and wouldn''t hesitate to use it. "Sure," he answered. Fuck it, he was off duty tonight. Always made sure he never drank when he was on call, either, and he wasn''t tonight. "Comin'' up." His night improved when the little blonde with the perky bust and tight jeans strolled through the front door. He turned back to his drink, making sure not to clue her in that he''d noticed her arrival. As he thought it might, pretty soon a warm body sidled close to him, and a woman''s voice whispered in his ear, "Fancy meeting you here, Tonio." Small teeth nibbled at his ear lobe. "Buy a girl a drink?" "You bet." Damn, what was her name? "Hey, Tess," Rick said in greeting. "What''s your poison tonight, baby girl?" Settling on the stood beside Tonio, she brought a long, manicured nail to her lips in thought. Then she grinned. "How about a Screaming Orgasm?" Rick snorted, then smirked at Tonio. "Don''t think you need me for that one, but whatever the lady wants." While Rick mixed her drink, she swiveled to face Tonio. Leaning over enticingly, she showed every bit of the rosy nipples on display under her plunging blouse and eyed him like a cat ready to pounce on a mouse. They both knew she wouldn''t have to work real hard to catch him. "Watcha been up to, sexy?" she asked. He shrugged. "Not much. Messing with my bike, doing a little business to keep a roof over my head. The usual." All true, even if he''d just strengthened her perception of him as a criminal. Why he was playing this game, he wasn''t sure. But they were both enjoying it, so what was the harm? He might learn something interesting. "What do you do to keep that roof over your head, hmm?" She grabbed the drink Rick slid over, and took a healthy swallow. He''d stepped into this willingly. But there was no question he had to develop a cover now. Besides Tess, Rick and a couple of other men were very interested in his answer and trying to pretend they weren''t. Who knew, he might luck onto a case that would lead somewhere, eventually to arrests for drugs or something else. Sure, his captain would have his balls for going out on his own, but if it led to something big, he''d forgive Tonio just as fast. "I acquire things," he heard himself say. "For those who want them." She arched an eyebrow. "What kinds of things?" "Whatever you want, for a fee." "Anything?" "Pretty much." Tess wasn''t fazed. "Good to know. I might be persuaded to pass that along." "Up to you." Pulse kicking up a notch, he tossed back the rest of his drink, letting his demeanor say he didn''t give a shit whether she did or not. But he''d gotten a nibble that might lead to something bigger, and the game was on. The high was better than any drug. Almost better than sex. But not quite. After taking another drink, she slid a hand up the thigh of his leathers and brushed her fingers across his tightened crotch. "I can provide something you want, too." His dick was throbbing in his pants. Hot. "Yeah?" "Oh yeah." Leaning into his chest, she took his mouth and tangled her tongue with his. Her nipples grazed his chest and peaked to tiny eraser points, rubbing. Driving him crazy. "Want to get out of here?" he asked between heated kisses. "Sounds like a great idea," a woman''s voice said. And it wasn''t Tess''s. Tonio and his hookup turned toward the woman who''d stalked up to them without either of them noticing--and Tonio''s breath caught. The woman was several inches below Tonio''s heigh

Product Details

Author
Jo Davis
Short Title
ON THE RUN
Pages
320
Publisher
Signet Book
Language
English
ISBN-10
0451467930
ISBN-13
9780451467935
Media
Book
Format
Mass Market Paperback
Series
Sugarland Blue Novel
Subtitle
A Sugarland Blue Novel
Country of Publication
United States
Edition
4th
Audience Age
18
Year
2016
Publication Date
2016-05-01
Audience
General/Trade
Series Number
4