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    A Girl Named Jane: Falling For A Hero
    A Girl Named Jane: Falling For A Hero
    A Girl Named Jane: Falling For A Hero
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    A Girl Named Jane: Falling For A Hero

    By Susan Lute

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    Ten years before Madrid, Jane Donovan is a kid growing up in an orphanage and looking for the family she's always wanted. But flirting with the wrong side of the law, she's about to repeat her mother's doomed life. Finding the courage to reach for her dreams isn't easy. In the end, will she choose the road that leads to everything she's always wanted?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSusan Lute
    Release dateNov 29, 2014
    ISBN9780984978434
    A Girl Named Jane: Falling For A Hero

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      A Girl Named Jane - Susan Lute

      Chapter One

      Ten years before Madrid...

      Jane Donovan glanced uneasily over her shoulder. The night closed in on her. A lone streetlight glowed dully at the entrance to the alley running darkly between the backside of Mike’s, a seedy nightclub frequented by the less affluent of Chicago, and the blacked-out windows of an empty warehouse.

      An errant wind chased a discarded ball of paper across her shoe. The melancholy sound of blues playing in the distance stayed her hand for a moment. Through the window of the classic Mustang that was next on Quill’s shortlist, a stuffed green frog stared at her with laughing, goofy eyes from the front passenger seat. A kid’s toy. A cereal box leaned against its chubby hind legs and on top of a rumpled child’s blanket, decorated with pink butterflies sewn on top of a green checkerboard.

      She shifted her gaze to the back. A car seat.

      One hand splayed across the window, then balled into a fist. Quill’s precious acquisition belonged to a family. She was stealing a car that belonged to a family, not some careless dude who had more money than brains.

      Her hand tightened painfully around the slim jim. Hard metal dug into the palm of her hand. Releasing a jagged sigh, she pulled away, and using the sleeve of her shirt, wiped the window clean.

      Slipping the slim jim in place, she firmed her jaw. All she had to do was pop the lock. For a minute she didn’t think the tricky mechanism was going to yield. Then just as a heavy hand grabbed her shoulder from behind, the snick of the lock echoed like a gunshot in the dead-silent darkness.

      Breath lodged in her throat, she bit off a scream. Punching low and hard in the direction of her assailant, she was rewarded with an angry grunt.

      Jane, it’s me, a low, familiar voice hissed near her ear, while a towering male body crowded her against the muscle car.

      Bear, she hissed back, shoving her shoulder against the massive chest. You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing here?

      He didn’t budge an inch. Jane stomped on his booted instep, but the only thing she got for the effort was a grunted, Saving your bacon. You’re biting off more trouble than you can chew.

      Trouble. She’d been told often enough by the Sisters at the orphanage, she was a magnet for the worst kind.

      Why do you care? She shoved the end of the slim jim into his hard stomach with enough force to show she meant business.

      Quill’s using you.

      Jane scowled and pushed harder on the slim jim. Back off.

      His expression closed up.

      He loves me. Scooting around him, she fished the phone Quill had given her out of her pocket, dialed, let it ring three times, then hung up.

      Bear, because he was as big and tough as his namesake, shrugged, pity darkening the brown of his eyes to black. She pushed the cell back into her pocket and stalked away from the car. Anger boiled in the pit of her stomach. No one pitied her, she made sure of it. You’re his brother.

      He shoved his hands in his pockets. Which is why I know what I’m talking about. If you don’t stop doing these jobs for Quill, you’re going to land in jail.

      And if she got caught, facing a judge and probably juvie, more likely jail now that she was turning eighteen, would be easier than facing Sister Mary Margaret, the nun who’d taken her in when she was a baby abandoned by her mother. I’m not going to get caught.

      A siren sounded in the late night, coming closer. Bear grabbed her arm. We’d better get out of here.

      Jane picked up speed to keep up. Why?

      I called the cops.

      They hit the main drag a block over from Mike’s and kept going.

      Stunned, she stared at his back. What?

      Another block away from the scene of the crime, Bear turned onto a street still seeing a fair amount of foot traffic. He pulled her into the darkened entry of a boutique. The store was closed and lit only by night lights within. A truck lumbered by, accompanied by the smell of rank exhaust. He placed himself between her and the rest of the harsh world, his back to the street, so that it looked like they were two lovers stealing a moment.

      It was familiar rouse, one of Quill’s signature moves, only he took advantage, hands marauding and pushing at her senses. She allowed the

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