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Stacey M. Young loves to read, listen to local music, and play with her two cats. She lives in Oregon with her husband . When she's not enjoying the beauty of the natural world and the creative scenes of the cities, she writes stories that are sure to spice up anyone's day.
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Stacey M. Young enjoys writing steamy stories.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Chapter One – The Text
Liza Gregory had never heard of Gede Island. She had never had any reason to. Not before now. She read the note in her slightly trembling hand and a small part of her wondered if she was losing her mind.
Thought it high time I returned this. I’m sure you need it in all that Scottish rain. Not so much use for it here on Gede Island. Do you like to travel much?
Her erstwhile kidnapper had returned her lost umbrella and left her a note, telling her where he was. If she were wise, if she had a single working brain cell in her head, she would take this note to the police and get Greig arrested.
Instead, here she was googling Gede Island and mentally running over her teaching schedule to see when she could get time off. She clicked on the link for travelfish.org and read the entry, looking at the pictures.
Did they even have an extradition treaty with Scotland? Somehow, she doubted it. Furthermore, she had no forwarding address…all she had was a note.
She thought back to their time in the Scottish castle, where he held her for ransom so that her father would pay. He had been a jerk. Obnoxious. A totally smug bastard. He knew he was a good-looking man. Sexy with those green eyes and that dark hair. A tall drink of water. And the girls were thirsty.
She hated his guts.
She picked up the wrapping in which her umbrella had been in, looking for a return address. But there was nothing. So now what? Was he just playing with her as he had in the castle?
God she was so tired of this.
In a fit of pique, she threw everything – the wrapping, the note and the umbrella in the bin. Then she stalked out of her home office and went off to make a cup of tea. She put the kettle to boil and then stood leaning on the kitchen island, watching it.
She sighed, whipping around to head back to her office and fish the note out of the bin. She went back to the kitchen to get her tea.
“So now what?” she asked her kettle.
Her phone beeped.
Sorry about the cloak and dagger…okay I’m not sorry this is fun. So how are you?
Liza stared at the text message in shock.
The country code for the phone number was sixty-two. Liza did a quick Google search to confirm that it was, as she suspected, the code for Indonesia. Her phone beeped again.
Come on; stop staring at the phone with your mouth open. Engage with me Liza.
“Fuck you Greig,” she said to her phone even as she clicked on the answer icon.
What are you doing? She typed.
Getting in touch with you dumbass. What does it look like? His reply came pretty fast.
Why? She really wanted the answer to that question.
So of course, he said nothing.
Liza gritted her teeth angrily, flung her phone down, and went to pour a cup of tea. She drank slowly, thinking hard. She taught an art class at the Visual Arts Research Institute in Japanese and English. They did not have a substitute lecturer for her so there was nowhere she could go for at least the next month.
One month to come to her senses.
She was supposed to have dinner with her dad later that night. She wondered if she should cancel. But then she remembered that Greig used to work for her dad before his career took a hard left into abduction and extortion. He might know something about Greig that she didn’t.
She arrived at her father’s house at six pm on the dot. James Gregory did not like people to be late.
“Hello Pater,” she said as she bussed his cheek.
“Hello dear. How are you today?” he asked folding her fingers into his and leading her to the dining room.
“You look better. More rosy cheeked than you’ve been lately. Are you finally turning the corner?”
Liza looked at her father in surprise, “What do you mean by that?” she asked.
“Well…since the kidnapping you’ve been a bit down. You didn’t think I hadn’t noticed did you? Today you look better. More light in your eyes.”
Liza had a naturally rosy complexion to go with her fiery red gold hair and aquamarine eyes. That natural rosiness increased with her embarrassment that her father had noticed her preoccupation, “I’m fine father.”
He patted her hand, “I know darling.”
“But now that you bring it up, I do have some questions.” She said as her father seated her opposite him at the dining table.
“Oh yes?” he asked as he took his own seat.
Liza waited until the server had withdrawn after placing the first course – soup and bread – on the table.
“Well, when I was in…captivity…” Liza began slowly.
“Yes?” her father said gently.
“Um well, the man who had me, he said that you were quote unquote, bad news. What did he mean by that?”
James Gregory frowned, “Liza…you know those people were just trying to justify their actions right? You can’t take anything they said seriously.”
Liza nodded her head and changed the subject. Obviously if she was going to find anything out, she would have to be way more subtle about it. Go behind her father’s back.
She spent a pleasant evening making small talk with her father and then got home as fast as she could. As soon as she closed her front door behind her, she fished out her phone.
What did you mean about my father being bad news? Tell me now. She typed gritting her teeth as if that would make him answer faster.
Now you’re asking the right questions ducky. Check your email. I’m sending you a document.
Liza stopped breathing, staring at the message. Suddenly, she didn’t want to know.