When Lightning Strikes
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Micah John drifts through life relying on his ability to count cards in the seedy underbelly of Las Vegas. One bad turn has him owing a hundred thousand to an unscrupulous loan shark, with only a week to come up with the cash. He doesn’t have time for much of anything, except working and worrying.
He sure the hell doesn’t have time for a woman claiming to be from 1794.
Henrietta Knapp is trying to wrap her brain around the fact that she’s out of her time. A bolt of lightning has brought her more than two hundred twenty years forward. Why? She doesn’t know. Not until Micah John appears.
As mistrust and fear drain away, Micah John and Etta find a love that outshines the bad and the ugly. But will they be given the chance to hold onto a happy ever after, or will the lightning strike again?
Beth D. Carter
I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extrordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers. I try to write characters who aren't cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on Facebook or Twitter. To subscribe to my newsletter, please visit my website: www.writtenbutterfly.com
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When Lightning Strikes - Beth D. Carter
Published by Evernight Publishing ® at Smashwords
www.evernightpublishing.com
Copyright© 2015 Beth D. Carter
ISBN: 978-1-77233-270-4
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Editor: Laurie Temple
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
DEDICATION
A huge thanks to CR Moss for her invaluable friendship. Thank you so much for helping me with so many things.
Also, thanks to my editor Laurie Temple, Christine Klocek-Lim, Jay Aheer, and everyone at Evernight Publishing.
Ek elska þik, Eiríkr hinn rauði.
I did a lot of research for this story, as well as paying tribute to some of my own ancestors. Knapp is a family name with a long history, originating in England and linked back to Katherine Cromwell. The Knapps were some of the original settlers of Massachusetts.
The Flowing Hair dollar was designed by Robert Scot and on January 24, 2013, a specimen striking from the 1794 production sold for $10,016,875, the highest price ever paid for a coin.
Unfortunately, shelters for battered women are a relatively new concept in the United States. However, in feudal Japan, some Buddhist temples were known as kakekomi dera, runaway temples where abused women could take shelter before filing for divorce.
WHEN LIGHTNING STRIKES
Beth D. Carter
Copyright © 2015
Chapter One
Lightning flashed overhead. Threatening. Foreboding. The air seemed supercharged and it edged down Micah John’s back like nails on a chalkboard. Something wasn’t quite right but he couldn’t put his finger on why, so he shook the unsettling feeling off. He blew out a lungful of smoke and crushed the cigarette butt on the ground beneath his shoe before heading into the Blind Tiger Casino.
Far from The Strip, the Blind Tiger Casino was more of a dive bar stuck between a boarded-up restaurant and a pawn shop. The bright lights were meant to attract patrons but only acted as a flashing billboard to the fact that it lacked any type of class or elegance, as well as cleanliness and sanitation. Looking at it, not many would assume it was the stomping ground for one of the biggest loan sharks in Vegas. As much as he hated it, Micah John knew he had to make an appearance. Otherwise the owner, Big Slick, would put a contract out on his ass. As he walked through the doorway, the bouncer, Frank, gave him the evil eye of death.
Yeah, I know,
he muttered. Big Slick wants to see me.
He actually wants me to stomp the ever-living fuck out of you. But I don’t want shit on my shoes.
Micah John flipped him off as he passed through the blacked-out doors. Big Slick’s office was located in the rear of the casino, so he made a beeline for the staff entrance. His gaze darted around to make sure no goons got the jump on him because he was pretty sure his photo was a wanted poster taped up in the security room. Cheap liquor and naked dancing girls drew in the dregs of life here. The clientele had a dead look in their eyes, hopelessness mixed with a bit of desperation. A little voice in his head wondered if he looked the same. Was that why he was so comfortable walking this side of Vegas? Thick cigarette smoke, sour beer and body odor clogged the back of his throat and made his stomach turn. Whatever kept drawing him back into the fold, it was beginning to get damn old.
As he slipped from the main floor into the back, another bouncer with the sad moniker of Titsy crossed his arms. Reynolds. I was told to the beat the shit out of you.
Micah John held up his hands. Frank already did.
And while Titsy was pondering that, he slipped by and into Big Slick’s office. Yes, he’d fucked up but he hadn’t figured on his face being blasted throughout the greater metro area in security footage. Now he was barred from all the high-profile casinos and that meant his payday was seriously fucked.
Why the fuck didn’t Frank or Titsy beat the shit out of you?
Big Slick demanded.
Micah John closed the door behind him. He startled when Beaumont, Big Slick’s personal bodyguard, shifted. His dark skin blended into the shadows. Only the whites of his eyes reflected back. His arms were folded across his humongous chest and in no way did Micah John want to tangle with those massive muscles.
He dropped into the chair in front of the desk. I didn’t get your money.
No shit,
Big Slick said sarcastically. Ears said you didn’t even make it through an hour. You owe me a hundred grand, Reynolds.
I know how much I owe you. But they kicked me out. They knew I was counting cards—
Big Slick looked over his head to Beaumont, and before he could turn around, the giant had his arm around his neck, choking him. He grabbed the arm and tried to yank it, to free his windpipe, but Beaumont had to be made of iron because there didn’t seem a way to bend the superhuman strength. In seconds, Micah John’s chest burned for air and if he didn’t do something he knew he’d be dead. Big Slick just watched him turn blue, as if he watched a television show. So he decided on another tactic. He grabbed a pen from the desk and stabbed the bodyguard in the arm. The man let out a roar of pain and released him. Micah John scrambled away so fast the chair fell over.
Fuck! I just need a little more time,
he panted, clutching his neck.
You have a day.
I can’t get you a hundred grand in a day! But come on, you know I can get you the damn cash if I can get into a game.
He flicked a glance at Beaumont. If you kill me, you won’t get any money.
Big Slick narrowed his eyes as he looked him over from head to toe. There’s a game setting up at Poker Jacks on Friday night.
Poker Jacks was the worst place to test Lady Luck, even beating out The Blind Tiger by a hair, but they were known far and wide for their Texas Hold ‘Em games. I can win. You know I can.
"I do know you can, which is why I will expect my money, with interest."
Micah John frowned. How much interest?
Thirty.
Fuck!
You will be, if I don’t get my money.
Aw, come on. You know me, Big Slick. How many times have I worked for you in the past?
The man sighed and folded his fingers as he studied him. You want me to be lenient.
It irked Micah John that he had to beg. Please.
Fine. Ten percent. I appreciate that you came to me in good faith, so I’ll extend the courtesy and not have Beaumont break your legs. But don’t think for one minute I ain’t got men in this city that’ll hunt you down and piss on your bones. Your ass is mine, got it? Now get the fuck out of here.
With his adrenaline spiking, Micah John didn’t wait around for Big Spike to change his mind. He had until the end of the week to figure out what to do. Perhaps he should skip town, although he didn’t doubt that Big Spike would send goons to track his ass down. And, if he were honest with himself, he’d be easy to track. Gambling was in his blood.
He lit a cigarette as he made his way down the street. The gaudy lights of the casino flashed around him, adding to his overall unease. He turned into the alley where his piece of shit car blended in with all the other piece of shit cars this side of town. It had more dents than straight lines, and the engine liked to keep him guessing if it would start. Even thieves knew just how much of a piece of shit it was. He could leave the keys in the ignition and had the peace of mind that it wouldn’t get stolen.
Lightning zapped overhead, charging the atmosphere. After one more deep drag, Micah John tossed the cigarette and crushed it under the sole of his shoe. Suddenly, the hair on his arms stood up, electrified as the air became thin. But not like it had felt while suffocating in Beaumont’s grip. No, this time everything pulled and stretched and flattened, all at the same time. His lungs compressed, his nostrils flattened, and a buzz roared in his brain. He cried out from the sharp pain and slammed his hands over his ears, trying to block out the weird distortion that was turning his insides to mush. He looked up and realized he was under an electricity transmission tower and the hum from the volts grew louder and louder, making him wonder if his eardrums were about to burst. A second later, lightning hit, causing the thing to explode with a tremendous boom which had him flying back to land in an ungraceful heap. Thousands of sparks cascaded down upon him, and he flinched at the small brush burns.
Then all was still.
The hum was gone, but so were all the lights. Quiet descended and Micah John pushed himself up to glance around. No traffic lights, no street lights, nothing. He stood, not sure what to do, because something was different. Everything was…off.
A whimper had him twirling around, searching through the darkness of the alley, but he couldn’t make anything out. So he walked over to his car, opened the door, clicked