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    One Night More: One Night of Danger, #2
    One Night More: One Night of Danger, #2
    One Night More: One Night of Danger, #2
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    One Night More: One Night of Danger, #2

    By Clara Bayard

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    Embroiled in a set of dangerous circumstances she barely understands, Carly Chase must use every tool in her arsenal to survive. As much as her own wits and instincts are strong, she'll need the fierce loyalty of her best friend and the strong arms of sexy cop Sam Rollins to help her through. It's hard for the plus-size beauty to depend on anyone, but as she discovers more about the illegal enterprise that is targeting her, she has no choice but to ask for help.

    When the danger deepens and her places to turn diminish, Carly has to risk her own safety to protect the ones she cares about, and overcome the violence and doubt in her past to stay alive.

    Length: 20,000 words
    One Night of Danger Series #2

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherClara Bayard
    Release dateMay 3, 2013
    ISBN9781497701717
    One Night More: One Night of Danger, #2

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      One Night More - Clara Bayard

      Chapter One

      When I was a kid, seven or eight maybe, I got stepped on in one of those ball pit things. I was dazed and buried in the brightly colored mire within seconds. I struggled to make my way back to the surface, but the balls were a strange combination of soft and hard, slick and heavy. It seemed like hours before my head popped up just in time to get yelled at for being out of sight of my parents.

      Waking up fighting the effects of being drugged, in the trunk of a car was a bizarrely similar feeling.

      It was an odd memory to call up, but it helped keep the wave of panic about to crash over me at bay, at least for a moment.

      It took a few minutes for me to clear the drug-induced fog in my brain and remember what happened. The last thing I remembered was laughing as Sam left my apartment to get some food and drifting off to sleep.

      But somehow I ended up in the tiny space, jostled by every bump in the road; my well-padded body no help on the crappy city streets. Straining my eyes to see in the blackness that was only pierced by a sickly yellow light of indeterminate source.

      A brief memory flashed. Standing in my bathrobe looking at a masked face. My hand flew reflexively to the back of my neck, a tiny spot of soreness where the needle had jabbed into me.

      Right. I'd been abducted. That was bad. Very bad. Need to not focus on it right now bad. But Sam would save me, right? My hero, my cop, my lover. Except by the time he got back to my apartment I'd have been long gone. I doubted the men who took me left a polite note of explanation with phone numbers and addresses.

      I prodded at the walls of the trunk, trying to find a weapon or an escape plan or anything to keep me from falling apart completely. As long as I was trying, looking, everything could be fine.

      A wrenching sob threatened to burst from my mouth but I choked it down, knowing once I started I would never stop.

      I took five deep breaths and then went back to my exploring. I cursed as my fingernail snagged in a corner, pulling a string and a bit of carpet with it as I yanked it back. I sucked on the sore tip and froze as the car slowed down. I could hear traffic all around, but no voices or animals. It occurred to me that we hadn't stopped moving once since I woke up. Which meant we had to be on a road with no traffic lights. Highway, or at least one of the parkways that led out of the center of the city. I shifted over to press my ear against the back of the trunk. As the car sped up and performed a series of twisty maneuvers, I decided we were definitely on the parkway. That was good news. It meant I wasn't too far from home.

      I used to know this road like the back of my hand. Every Sunday afternoon headed up to brunch. We'd laugh about our hangovers and tease each other about how bad the food would be. On those days everything seemed perfect. I'd thought our whole lives would continue like that, and he – no. I couldn't think about him. Not the time or the place for that.

      Anger at myself fueled me and I searched my mind for a solution. I'd seen a story on the local news once about a girl who was kidnapped and stuffed in the trunk of a car too. She managed to disable a brake light and got the car pulled over. But I didn't even know where the brake lights were; let alone how to sabotage them.

      I fumbled at where I thought the latch for the trunk would be, but there was nothing to hold onto. If I'd had a screwdriver or something maybe, but with bare hands and no light it was impossible, and my abductors hadn't been thoughtful enough to leave me a toolkit, either.

      As my bruised finger hit the metal an idea came to me. I felt for the uneven carpet in the corner and found it. I pulled at it slowly, struggling to get enough leverage with my arms wedged beside me. Being a big girl in a compact trunk didn't leave a lot of space to move my long limbs.

      My broken nail throbbed but I pushed ahead, shoving everything except the careful yanking out of my mind. The noise of the road faded, the thrum of the engine disappeared. All I heard was my breathing and the soft rasp of carpet coming free.

      It took a few terrifying minutes, but the fabric slowly came up without ripping. I folded it over for better leverage and kept going. Finally it was free. I shifted my body over against the back of the trunk and squirmed to hold the folded carpet underneath me.

      In the corner on the driver's side, barely visible, there was a cable running from the trunk back into the car. It had to be the right thing. My only chance. I gripped it tightly and tugged. Again and again. Harder and harder. For the longest time I only succeeded in making my fingers burn and my wrist ache.

      But eventually, after a million years, the cable shifted barely enough to get my fingers underneath it. That half an inch felt like a mile. I curled my hand into a fist and pulled again. Now, with better leverage and a tighter grip I could feel it loosening. Feel my chance of escape growing.

      My heart was beating so fast. My blood rushing as if it too wanted to be free.

      I gritted my teeth and pulled again. The car slowed and pulled to a stop. This was my moment. With every bit of strength and determination I had left, I yanked the cable towards the front of the car. I heard a quiet

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