AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Exciting news, readers!

No, this is not a NEW chapter for "I May Have To Steal You". Sorry to disappoint. However, using the basis for this story, minus the flight-related stuff and brainwashing, I wrote an original novel which will be released on December 15th, 2012 as an e-book. A print version will also be available on Amazon hopefully by the end of the year.

While it might not be integrated into all e-book stores by December 15th, it will be available in all formats on Smashwords that day and will trickle into outlets from there. Usually Barnes & Noble has it within a few days. Sony takes the longest, with an average turnaround time of two weeks to a month.

I do post links to specific retailers as they go live on my website (tmcarper . webs . com) just remove the spaces. Any questions can be shot at me either via e-mail or PM, etc.

Now, why is it like I MAY HAVE TO STEAL YOU? Well, it's called STEAL YOU AWAY and features a killer and his victim. When Cassandra Sidell prevents Garrett Ramsey from completing a kill, his entire life is thrown into chaos. Instead of killing her, they go on the run together in an attempt to survive his employers. They have to learn to trust each other if they plan to live. Along the way, the duo fall for each other, even as Garrett tries to push her away.

I hope you guys enjoy this story as much I did. I can't wait to share it with you all. The first three chapters are on my website for free.

Here's an excerpt from their second meeting:

Her first instinct said to run.

But he seemed to anticipate it, given his tight grip on her wrist. How could he read her mind so well?

Ramsey jerked her inside the room as his foot kicked the heavy door shut. Before she got a chance to regain her footing, he spun her back into a wall. Her spine smacked into the drywall with a thump. One of the pictures on wall further in rattled.

"Did you get my message?" he teased while one hand encircled her throat.

"How could I not?"

His blue eyes sparkled. "I thought the red was a nice touch."

"Hilarious."

"Awww, that almost hurts…"

Cassandra shot him a withering glance. He just flashed that slick smile of his, the predatory creature that he was dressed in a three-piece suit. There was no justice in a world where a killer could look so put together and, well, normal. He should look as black and twisted as his soul, not like a model.

"Oh, thanks for the drink. Not."

"You didn't like it? I requested your favorite."

"I don't drink anymore," she snapped.

"Because of little old me? I'm flattered, Cass, really."

"You shouldn't be. I'm just disappointed to see you still breathing."

"Oh, it'll take more than a shoe and a knife to get rid of me. It's not like you made yourself hard to find. You still live in the same apartment, work at the same hotel, and the drive the same old tan car. Honestly, it's almost like you wanted to see me."

"Not everyone changes their personality at the drop of a hat like you."

He smirked, his hand tightening around her windpipe. Her back throbbed from the wall pressed into it, the clasp of her bra dug into her skin, the metal clips biting her spine. "You want to experience life with me? All you have to do is ask."

"I'd rather die."

That can be arranged."

He spun her further into the hotel room, crashing from one wall into another.