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Carla has always been a fan of romance novels. To augment what she made waiting on tables to help her way through college, Carla also did some freelance work in the romance genre. Now she enjoys living vicariously through her characters in her New Adult Romance books.
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Jacqui is continuing her romantic journey and encounters Adam for whom she has mixed emotions and a strong sexual attraction at the same time.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Jacqui chugged the water from the container like a thirsty beast. She just couldn’t get enough of it.
‘Water never tasted so good, better than an orgasm,’ Jacqui thought, as she splashed some straight into her face.
Jacqui was parched, grimy, and her body ached like she just went through a meat grinder.
She was up at 0400 hours in her jogging suit and trainers. Uncle Max met her at the door of a building that resembled a huge hangar.
When Uncle Max said yesterday that training started today before the crack of dawn, Jacqui thought he meant some light exercises that would involve sit-ups and jumping jacks.
She was never further from the truth. The next couple of hours had been the most intensive Jacqui ever subjected her body to. And she knew this was just the start.
Uncle Max led her through a routine of squats and crunches, lunges and hamstring curls until her ass had no more feeling left in them.
“C’mon Jacqui, move that body,” Uncle Max shouted like a drill sergeant.
Then he moved on to pull ups, sit-ups, bicep curls, and the bench press. Her arms and legs felt disconnected from her body. Her hand was shaking so hard she almost dropped the water bottle she was holding. She was grateful for the fifteen minute break the old man gave her.
“Alright, Jacqui… back to work…” Uncle Max shouted from the sidelines.
She wanted to complain but didn’t have the courage to.
When she arrived yesterday, Uncle Max told her exactly what to expect for the next couple of weeks. He was dead serious as he went through the program with her. If he was trying to discourage her, he almost succeeded. But Jacqui was too proud to say it. She had come this far to become a bounty hunter.
Before she even got settled into the cot that would be hers during her stay, Uncle Max talked to her privately in what he called his ‘interrogation room.’
It was a small building at the back of the property. The walls were lined with an assortment of maps indicating the different states of the United States. There were yellow pins tacked on certain cities within the map.
Jacqui looked around curiously. She noticed the different surveillance gadgets like GPS tracking, high resolution cameras, night vision goggles, an assortment of pens, and spy gear which she was seeing for the first time in her life.
A bank of television sets was stacked near the wall manned by a single individual. Jacqui saw it was streaming live from some part of the country she did not recognize.
A huge glass cabinet held an assortment of guns, some she recognized from her dad’s own collection.
“Take a seat Jacqui,” Uncle Max indicated a wooden table with hardback chairs in a small corner of the room.
He did not speak for some time and Jacqui had a strong desire to squirm under his intense gaze.
“Are you sure this is what you want because right now I am here to tell you, it’s not going to be an easy life,” Uncle Max said.
Jacqui nodded her head, indicating she understood.
When she came to her decision back home on the night she called Uncle Max, she quit her job the very next day. She told her boss she wanted to do some travelling. Her boss gave her the go-signal. “It’s probably what you need right now,” he even said.
Jacqui wasn’t sure what Uncle Max thought about the whole idea. She hadn’t heard from him since she made the call. But a few days later she found an envelope that was left on her porch. There was no forwarding address and it didn’t look like it came by mail. Inside was a one-way ticket to Utah and strict instructions what to bring along. Only a small backpack was needed for the clothing list. It became pretty obvious this was not going to be some luxurious holiday.
She was met at the airport by a burly, bald-headed man, wearing dark sunglasses on a stern face. He reminded Jacqui of an ex-marine or military man. He ushered her into a waiting SUV, got behind the wheel, and started the engine.
They left the city behind until all Jacqui could see were tall mountain ranges in the distance. A few miles onward, they turned into a small dirt road and followed a winding path until Jacqui noticed a copse of large evergreen trees where they seemed to be headed.
The trees covered a large expanse of land, save for small clearings with structures that resembled warehouses or large barns. They drove past these until they came to a smaller building where she saw Uncle Max waiting by the door. He greeted her warmly, but Jacqui sensed a certain formality in his demeanor.
Looking at him now, sitting behind the table with a grim expression on his face, Jacqui was suddenly filled with an overwhelming insecurity. Did she make the right decision after all?
But Jacqui remembered the downward spiral she was on. The sex with random guys. The orgasms she needed to get some sleep so she could stop thinking about the tragic events of her life. And she needed a purpose… to find some meaning in her life. To honor her dad’s memory so she would never forget. For her mom who supported him all the way, and for Danny, who was never given the chance to experience what life was all about.
“Yes, Uncle Max. I have never been surer about anything in my life,” she declared with a certain degree of conviction.
Uncle Max smiled, and for the first time since she arrived, Jacqui felt relieved. She knew whatever lay ahead, Uncle Max wouldn’t spare her, wouldn’t try to make things easy for her. She knew that.
“Ok then, let’s get you started. I am The Agency. I will be responsible for your training. You will not question my decisions… you will do as I say. The training will be rigorous because you will meet all kinds of low-life scumbags. A lot of times your life will be in danger. But you will be trained in self-defense and handling weapons until I feel that you are totally capable of protecting yourself out there. Then and only then will I send you out on a mission. Is that clear?” Uncle Max asked.
Jacqui nodded her head in agreement.
“Alright, settle in. You will be shown to your room. Tomorrow your training starts. And for the next couple of days you will only remember pain,” The old man warned her.
He wasn’t kidding. After five hours of the most intense exercise routines she had ever done, Jacqui couldn’t even remember her name. Her body hurt even in places she didn’t know existed. And this was just her first day in boot camp.
Lunch had been sparse, with just some fish and vegetables. She was given an hour to rest inside her room which was composed of a bunk bed and a footlocker for her personal stuff. No TV, no telephone, no computer or laptop.