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Excerpt – Chapter 2 – Sam 

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nDana slumped in the tub, leaning her forehead on her knees as I continued to lather and rinse the softest, silkiest skin my hands had ever touched. She sniffled, but at least those gut-wrenching sobs had ceased. She truly cared for her friend’s well being. 
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n“Do you think you can stand?” I asked, my voice husky with ruthlessly restrained lust. 
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nShe sighed and nodded. 
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nShe allowed me to take her hands and raise her to her feet. I put her wet hands on my shoulders to give her something to cling to while I pulled a towel off the towel bar and wrapped it around her. Without waiting for her to lift her leg, I swept her into my arms and lifted her from the tub. She gasped in surprise, but did not protest. She had apparently learned the futility of that. 
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nI carried her into the bedroom and set her on the edge of the bed. “Stay put, Dana.” 
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nShe sniffed, but stayed while I took out an old tee shirt from a drawer and plucked a comb from atop the bureau. The rustling of cloth told me she’d taken the initiative to dry off her body. Pity. I’d hoped to do that. I turned around and she held the towel up to hide her exquisite body from my gaze as though I hadn’t already seen and touched everything. 
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nI handed her the shirt, “Here, put this on.” 
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nShe clamped the towel to her chest with one arm and reached with the other to take the shirt. “Turn around, Sam.”
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n“Please,” she whispered. 
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nI turned my back to her and wished I’d thought to install a mirror above the bureau. 
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n“Okay,” she said in a dull voice when she was ready. 
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nI turned around and felt a possessive sort of satisfaction at seeing her wearing nothing but my shirt, clothed in only what I gave her. But her dull expression issued no invitation. 
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Excerpt – Chapter 1 – ​Dana 

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nDinnertime chatter about my photographic expedition to Palmisano Park faded into ritual gift-giving. White lights twinkled on the Christmas tree as I watched Sonya pull away the pretty wrapping paper, open the box, and pick up what at first glance resembled large, heavy chandelier earrings. They weren’t earrings. Fear flashed in her eyes, swiftly masked by a polite smile. I looked away and saw the lust glittering in her powerful, billionaire​ husband’s eyes. He licked his lips in anticipation of using the bejeweled nipple clamps on his wife, who loved him too much to deny him anything, no matter how unreasonable, degrading, or humiliating. She loved him with a slavish devotion that brainwashed a normally intelligent woman into living a life as a sex slave. The red leather collar she wore testified to that. 
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n“No,” I growled as I half-rose and leaned across the dining room table to swipe the box from her hands, my own tight grip crushing the sturdy cardboard. As I settled back into the chair, my voice strengthened and I focused my anger upon him. “No, you selfish prick. You will not use these on her.” 
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n nProfessional photographer Dana Secrest has a secret and doesn’t even know it. When she storms from her best friend’s home on Christmas Eve—not the wisest decision she’s ever made—security contractor Sam Galdicar follows her to save her from her own hot temper and impulsive action. Upon arriving home, Dana discovers her apartment has been ransacked. Then an attempt is made on her life. She doesn’t know who’s trying to kill her or why, but Sam is determined to protect the woman whose eyes don’t need a camera to see the truth. ​n n nOrder  nhttps://www.amazon.com/ n​FOCUS-Holly-Bargo-ebook/dp/B086JCWCZT/n n

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n“So, tomorrow …” I began as I slid onto a stool.
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n“Yes?”
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n“I’ve got to get a new laptop computer.”
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n“I’ll take you.”
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nI shook my head. I should have known he’d jump to that conclusion. “No, you don’t have to interrupt your schedule any more than you already have. I was hoping you’d lend me a house key.”
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nHe turned to face me, leaning against the counter. “No.”
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n“No?”
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n“Have you forgotten the state of your apartment?”
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n“No, of course not.”
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n“That was malice, Dana. The average, garden variety burglar doesn’t leave behind destruction of that magnitude.”
nI blinked rapidly. “I suppose you’re familiar with ‘average, garden variety’ burglars?”
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n“I am.”
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n“How?”
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nHe shook his head and the corners of his mouth curled just a little bit. “You’re not going to distract me that way.”
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n“Look, Sam,” I huffed, “it’s probably likely that whoever burgled my home and destroyed it did so in a fit of pique because there wasn’t much of anything worth stealing.”
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n“I disagree.”
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n“You plan on keeping me a prisoner here?”
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nHe gestured toward the entrance. “You can leave anytime. You just can’t get back in.”
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nI couldn’t leave Sly behind and he knew that.
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n“Besides, I’m driving you home tomorrow,” he added.
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n​“All right,” I relented with a huff. I really didn’t want to wait until returning to Ohio before buying another computer, but decided against arguing further. It wasn’t worth the hassle. Once Sam dropped me off in St. Paris, I’d borrow Dad’s car and head into Springfield or Urbana. 
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