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    Safe In Your Arms
    Safe In Your Arms
    Safe In Your Arms
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    Safe In Your Arms

    By Veronica Anderson-Stamps

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    Layla Osunde lives in America with her father. She has been excepted into a prestigious university and comes home to find her father murdered.She manages to escape the killers but she ends up having a car accident. She steps out of her car and falls into the arms of an unknown man before she eventually faints. She awakes later in a strange apartment. She surveys the apartment and finds aspirin for her headache. She soon comes face to face with the owner of the apartment, which turns out to be a penthouse. Steven Haywood is a man that has his life together, but everything get turned upside down when he falls in love with a woman on the run.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherVeronica Anderson-Stamps
    Release dateJul 15, 2012
    ISBN9781476178202
    Safe In Your Arms
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    Veronica Anderson-Stamps

    Veronica Lolonda Anderson-Stamps was born on February 11, 1979 in Lexington Mississippi. Her parents are Loretta and Frank J. Robertson Jr. She has nine siblings. She married her husband, F. Lashon Stamps in 2015. Her childhood was spent in both Mississippi and Wisconsin. She graduated from Mississippi Valley State University in 2002 with a degree in History. While there, she received countless awards including President's Scholar and Honor Scholar. In 2005, she was awarded The Editor's Choice award from the National Library of Poetry and Poetry.com. She briefly attended graduate school during which she worked on a Masters in Criminal Justice. Before long, she was offered a job that would take her away from her studies. She currently resides in Mississippi where she incorporates technology during her work hours. In her leisure, she continues to write short stories, poems and songs. She also enjoys horror films, nature programs and science fiction movies. Verónica Lolonda Anderson-Stamps nació el 11 de febrero de 1979 en Lexington Mississippi. Sus padres son Loretta y Frank J. Robertson Jr. Ella tiene nueve hermanos. Se casó con su marido, Stamps F. Lashon en 2015. Su infancia transcurrió en tanto Mississippi y Wisconsin. Se graduó de Mississippi Valley State University en 2002 con una licenciatura en Historia. Una vez allí, ella recibió innumerables premios, entre ellos el presidente y Académico de Honor Académico. En 2005, fue galardonada con el premio al mejor hotel del editor de la Biblioteca Nacional de Poesía y Poetry.com. Ella asistió brevemente a la escuela de posgrado durante el cual trabajó en una Maestría en Justicia Criminal. En poco tiempo, se le ofreció un puesto de trabajo que la llevaría lejos de sus estudios. Actualmente vive en Mississippi, donde incorpora la tecnología durante sus horas de trabajo. En su tiempo libre, ella continúa escribiendo cuentos, poemas y canciones. Ella también disfruta de las películas de terror, los programas de la naturaleza y de las películas de ciencia ficción.

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      Safe In Your Arms - Veronica Anderson-Stamps

      Safe in Your Arms

      By Veronica L. Anderson-Stamps

      Copyright 2012-2019 Veronica L. Anderson-Stamps

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      Chapter 1

      Layla Osunde rushed home with exquisite news. She could barely wait to see her father. Layla had been accepted into one of America’s most prestigious universities. Father, father! she called out into the entryway of the home that she shared with her father, Ozar Osunde. The house was quiet then suddenly, she heard voices from the second floor of the house. She ran up the stairs to her father’s study.

      The door was ajar. She could see her father, but she knew that something wasn’t right. The room was dark. Father, why didn’t you answer me? she asked as she moved closer to him. No, no… father. she let out a cry. Ozar Osunde was dead; the cause, a single shot to the head. Layla knelt beside him and her eyes began to water. She heard voices in the distance. The murderers were still in the house. She had to hide.

      The secret room. she whispered. Layla quickly turned the lamp, the mechanism that quickly revealed the secret room. She ran inside. She could hear the voices getting closer and closer. Two men. she cried softly. They sounded as if they were arguing. She could feel her heart pumping and thump in her rib cage. Who were they and why had they killed her father? One of the voices sounded familiar but she couldn’t place the face with it. Her fear was too intense.

      Layla slowly calmed when the men passed the study and went down the staircase. The house was dead silent. She had to go. She had to know why her father had been taken away from her. She quickly turned the lamp and the door slid open once more. She quietly moved out of the compartment. The pain stirred in her body once more as she stared at her father’s dead body. She tipped down the hallway and down the stairs.

      Oh no! They’re still here. she gasped. The men were rummaging through her father’s personal papers. They wouldn’t see her. She had to slip through the door. She moved closer to the door and turned the doorknob softly. She was out in a flash. She swiftly got into her car and was soon on her way.

      Layla was out of her mind. She couldn’t seem to think straight. Visions of her father flashed through her head. Her eyes began to burn as the tears started to build up. Her throat tightened. She could barely breathe. She barely noticed that she had driven clear across town. It was too much for her. She felt light headed. She fainted at the wheel of the car.

      The car swerved from side to side. Suddenly, she awoke. Ah! she let out a scream. She grabbed for the wheel but it was too late. She hit a parked car. At least, she hadn’t killed anyone. Layla staggered from her car. She had no idea where she was. The moment seemed to last forever. She lost her balance and fell into the arms of a stranger. I’ll get help! he whispered into her ear. No, you can’t… they killed him and they’ll kill me. she desisted before she fainted.

      Steven Haywood carried the young woman to his car. She had a large bruise on her forehead. Other than that, she seemed fine. He drove straight to his penthouse. She was still out when they’d arrived. Steven carried her up in the elevator. She was as light as a feather and beautiful as hell. Steven balanced her as he unlocked the door. He quickly laid her on his living room couch. He rushed to the bathroom and came back with a First Aid Kit. He knelt down beside her and began to clean her wound.

      His eyes began to drift down to her face. Yes, you are beautiful. he whispered. Her eyes were oval, her nose was perky and her lips were full. Her skin was a lovely shade of cocoa and soft to

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