Take the Money and Run

Take the Money and Run is Book 1 in the Malone Brothers Series.

With a gun and a duffel bag full of cash, Moriah Jensen is on the run from the police and ruthless drug dealers. She’d fled Chicago after her family was murdered and has spent the past four months trying to stay alive. Using an alias, she has bounced around from town to town, state to state, trying to stay at least a few steps ahead of the people chasing her.
KC Malone is on a two-week leave from his Navy SEAL team when he arrives at his uncle’s beach house to find a beautiful woman pointing a gun at his chest. What the hell had he just walked in on?
When the two become reluctant, temporary housemates, KC offers to train Moriah to defend herself against an alleged abusive ex-boyfriend. But then her past catches up with her and Moriah has to decide between her love for KC and running for safety. To stay would risk both their lives. To run would mean leaving her heart behind.

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Letting his military green duffel drop inside the door with a thud, KC relocked the dead bolt, flipped the light switch on, turned around, and froze. Fuck a damn duck. The last thing he expected when he arrived at his uncle’s place was to be confronted by a slim, auburn-haired woman. She was wearing nothing but a terrified look on her face and a thin white T-shirt which barely reached her shapely thighs. She was also pointing a black and very deadly semi-automatic 9mm at his chest.“Who the hell are you and how’d you get in here?” the woman demanded. The strength of her voice was in total contrast with the fear in her eyes and the unsteadiness in which she held the heavy gun in her outstretched hands.What the fuck had he just walked in on? Some transient who broke in, looking for a place to sleep? Well, if she was a transient, she was a darn cute one. Damn, he really was tired if he thought an intruder with a gun was cute. He held his arms out, palms open, to show her he wasn’t armed—well, he was, he just wasn’t prepared to let this crazed woman know it, yet. KC kept his voice low and calm. “I could be asking you the same thing.”“I asked you first.” Her weapon remained pointed at him as she inched her way to the left, putting several pieces of furniture between them.He kept his demeanor and hands steady. “This is my uncle’s place and I stay here when I’m in town. Now, why don’t you lower that gun before someone gets hurt?”

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The Devil’s Spare Change

FBI agent Sean Malone put in a transfer to return home to North Carolina in order to be closer to his expanding family. What he didn’t expect was a pleasant surprise from his youth. Little Gracie Whitman is all grown up now and drop-dead gorgeous, and he finds himself thinking about her in ways he’d never done before.

When Grace’s parents retire to Arizona from New York, she decides to follow her dream of opening her own physical therapy center. Whisper, North Carolina, where her aunt lives and where Grace had spent her summers, is the perfect place for it—especially when she finds her childhood crush has returned to Whisper as well.

As the two get to know each other all over again, Sean’s month-long planned vacation is brutally interrupted. A deranged serial killer has settled in Dare County, North Carolina, and after three victims, the local law enforcement is bringing in all the help they can. Are the killings over or have they just begun? And if they continue, who will be the next victim?

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The rest of the evening went by quickly, but comfortably, and Sean’s guests left just after 10:00 p.m. Three hours later, he was sound asleep having a very erotic dream about a woman who looked, not surprisingly, exactly like Grace Whitman, and she was doing incredible things to him with her mouth and hands. But for some reason, there was an annoying telephone ringing in the background of his dream. It was making it hard for him to concentrate on what his fantasy woman was doing to him.His eyes opened and he realized the ringing was coming from his cell phone on the nightstand next to him. Groaning at the untimely interruption and the fact that he was harder than he had been in a long time, he grabbed the phone and answered it without looking at the caller ID.“Who the hell is this?” he growled.There was a pause and then, “Sean? It’s Sheriff Griffin. Sorry to wake you.”“Matt?” He glanced at the bedside clock. One fifteen in the morning. A brush of fear swept over him. “What’s wrong? Is it Uncle Dan?”“No! No! Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” the sheriff apologized. “But I need your professional assistance. Dan told me you were staying at the beach house. I’m out on a homicide and I think we have a major problem on our hands. I’d appreciate it if you could come take a look.”Sean sat up, the last of his dream fading quickly from his head. He climbed out of bed. “Where are you?” Whatever Matt needed help with, it didn’t sound good. In fact, the man actually sounded scared.“Do you remember how to get to Red Maple Park?”“Yeah.” He pulled a clean, unripped pair of jeans out of the middle dresser drawer.“Well, when you get here, follow the lights.” The sheriff paused again as he cleared his throat. “And Sean?”“What?”“I hope you have an empty stomach.”Fuck.