Kim’s on track to save the
world—but will she pay with her life?
Kim Medhurst, ex-British military
intelligence officer turned scientist and climate activist, has a vitally
important project on her hands. The mysterious object she set out to retrieve
from the remote Scottish island has the potential to power the entire planet.
All she needs to do is figure out exactly how to make it happen, and the
Scottish Highlands seems the perfect place to complete her research in peace—as
well as enjoy the company of the gorgeous Greig twins.
Unfortunately, things aren’t that
simple. Someone knows what Kim’s up to and wants to get their hands on her and
the object she now calls the ygrene. As if that wasn’t concerning enough,
Chastain goes missing, spurring Kim and the others into action. The team’s
newfound abilities come in handy as they attempt to find their friend and
navigate the murky underworld of dirty energy and those who profit from it.
But, even with their powers, will
they be a match for a greedy megalomaniac with no morals?
PLEASE NOTE: Cut and Run has a
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Excerpt:
Jason
Chastain
Jason came to in a whole world of
pain. He stopped himself from letting out the grunts and moans he wanted to
voice, instead clenching his fists as hard as he could in a silent attempt to
release some of his agony, frustration and anger. No way did he want the
fuckers who’d taken him to know he was conscious. Much better they believed he
was still out cold and therefore no threat to them whatsoever.
In reality, he was very dangerous
indeed. Particularly since acquiring his newfound… ability. He could be
rid of his bindings, the black hood over his head and the gag stuffed into his
mouth with the most miniscule amount of effort. All he’d have to do was phase
through them. But that would show his hand in a major way, and the whole point
of allowing himself to be abducted had been to get inside the group’s HQ, find
out who they were, what they were up to and, more importantly, just what they
planned to do with Kim and the ygrene—all without them suspecting he was
anything other than some random bloke. To do that, he needed to stay calm and
quiet. If the goons thought he was still out for the count, they’d talk, and it
would only be a matter of time before someone let something slip, something
Jason could use to his advantage.
Firstly, it’d come in handy to
know how many people were around, what sort of room he was being held in, and
whether he was ever left alone. With that information in his arsenal, he could
start to formulate a plan.
He remained still, silent,
keeping his breathing slow and deep, which had the double bonuses of making it
appear he remained unconscious if there was anyone with him, and
allowing him to hone his senses more easily. Obviously with the hood he
couldn’t see a damn thing, but he could feel, hear and smell. The first
thing he realised, to his immense relief, was that he was still fully
clothed—including shoes. Thank God for that. That’ll certainly make getting
home much easier, once I’m done here. He moved on to his other senses. To
begin with, he didn’t pick up anything beyond the sound of his own breathing
and heartbeat, and the musty stench of the hood itself, but he drew on all his
training and experience to push past that and reach for what was beyond.
No human sounds—no breathing,
shuffling, coughing, sniffing, talking. Which either meant he was alone, or
with someone extremely quiet. No one’s that quiet. He suspected
the former, leading him to believe he was in an incredibly secure room, likely
part of a bigger complex. If he was in some ramshackle garage on an industrial
estate somewhere, there’d be bods right there ensuring he didn’t break out
through some weakness in the structure itself—if he could get out of his bonds,
that was. If only they knew.
He risked a sigh. So much for
someone letting something slip in my earshot. There’s no fucker here.
In the past, the idea of being
caged, alone, in an incredibly secure room would have concerned him, made him
long for the ramshackle garage and the bods—easy prey for someone with his
background. But now, even a steel box couldn’t contain him. He hadn’t yet
tested the theory, but he suspected that not even metres and metres of
reinforced concrete would hold him hostage. Yes, it’d slow him down, and
escaping it wouldn’t be the most pleasant of experiences, but it was probably
achievable.
He turned his attention to smell.
After the pongy hood and gag, most obvious were his own body odour and the tang
of blood—also his own, he suspected—but otherwise, zilch. Nada. He frowned.
What kind of room or building was so… sterile?
He took another deep, slow
breath. Even the air itself seemed clean. Not the pure freshness one would get
from being outside or next to an open window; more like from air conditioning.
With that thought in mind, he listened harder and… yes, unless he was mistaken,
there was the gentle, regular hum of a system which circulated air.
He frowned. So he was in some
kind of sterile environment with air conditioning? A hospital, or lab of some
kind? Despite his extremely low opinion of the muppets who’d fallen into his
trap and swiped him from the Greenwich street outside Kim’s house, they clearly
worked for someone with resources.
But the question was, did those
resources extend to having eyes and ears of the technological kind on him? That
would be a problem, because although he could phase his way out of here
at the drop of a hat, if his escape was caught on video, that was proof of what
he could do. And, even if it got out to the wider public and he somehow managed
to say the footage had been made up, manipulated somehow… well, there was no
smoke without fire, was there? He’d have something he’d never wanted, something
he definitely didn’t want now: attention.
Author Bio:
Lucy
Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of
Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love
Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight, and The Heiress’s Harem and The Dreadnoughts series. Including
novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name.
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