Killer Bunny Hill
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It Happens in Threes excerpt:
Her heart was going to burst from her chest and shatter like the door. The man dressed in black that came through it brought up a hand, exposing a gun. A big one. Holy shit! What should she do? Frantic, she looked around, searched for a weapon. Anything.
She tried to get to her feet. Tangled in the towel, she kept slipping on the wet tile floor. Her fear interfered with her efforts and attempt at modesty.
“Who...who are you? What do you want?”
The gigantic guy started toward her. When he bent down, she gave a swift kick in his gut. The cowboy’s hat went flying. Grunting in pain, his eyes drew together in an agonized expression. Good, she thought. Then she scrambled away, like a crab on her hands and feet.
“It’s okay,” he said in a hoarse voice. “I’m not…”
“Stay away from me! Don’t come any closer or I’ll really hurt you.”
Amusement flickered in the pale green eyes that met hers. Shaking, she got to her feet, and stumbled against the counter. Making contact with her hip, she yelped in pain.
“Ruby, please…”
He knew her name. She whirled around to face him. A curling iron in one hand, blow dryer in the other, Ruby backed away from the danger that threatened her.
“Move one inch and you’ll be singing soprano.” Her voice shakier than she wanted, Ruby thought she pulled off the threat.
“Little lady, if I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead. See.” He raised his shiny black gun for her view then placed it in his shoulder holster. A wave of relief swept through her, although questions still remained.
“My philosophy is, never bring a hair appliance to a gun fight.”
His sarcastic southern drawl both annoyed and comforted.
“I’m not the enemy. I even come bearing gifts.” He extended the semi-crushed, white box with the big red bow to her. “He must be a really special guy to send long stem roses. You want it?”
Michael? Would he send flowers after sneaking out in the middle of the night? “No. You open it.”
The green-eyed giant shrugged in mock resignation, then tugged at the red bow. She watched him warily as he untied the ribbon with his big hands. Lifting the lid from the package, he opened it, revealing its contents to her.
Ruby took one glimpse, terror seized her like a vice gripping at her heart.
“Ruby?”
Reaching for the box with trembling hands, she managed to pull the blue note out. It read, ‘Dying flowers for a dying love.’
About Author Denise Robbins
Denise Robbins, born and raised in the Midwest, migrated to Florida, and finally settled down to her home in New Hampshire that she shares with her kittens Mischief and Mayhem.
From her back deck, she sits outside, listens as the old roller coaster from the local amusement park inches its way up the wooden structure on its clanking chains, and waits to hear the kids scream in terror and delight. The best mental therapy a girl could ask for. The long, cold winters in New Hampshire provide the serenity and motivation to write excitement into the night.
After twenty years in the computer technology industry, Denise decided to use that experience and her passion for mysteries and suspense to write her first techno-romantic thriller novel, IT HAPPENS IN THREES and her second novel, KILLER BUNNY HILL. Keep your eyes out for CONNECT THE DOTS.
In addition to writing, Denise enjoys scuba diving (only in warm water), snowboarding, and playing in her garden.