BOOK DESCRIPTION
No matter how far away from one another two people who are meant to be together try to run, they will eventually run into one another. Love is a circle.
Excerpt from Canyon Road:
Sage heard the echo of motorcycles behind her and hoped she'd be in her driveway before they caught up to her, but just then they came roaring over the hill.
She slowed. She didn't want them to see where she lived. The motorcycles surrounded her, the drivers jeering and taunting.
"Hey, guys! Look at that gorgeous babe!" A sandpaper voice shouted beside her as she pushed the button to roll the window up.
Sage's hands perspired in her black driving gloves, but she refused to stop, though they had all slowed her to a crawl.
"She's mine!" The abrasive voice close to her went on. "First dibs."
Sage couldn't see through the mass of high-beam head-lights as they circled her, and she suddenly felt the car slipping – they were forcing her into the ditch! She slammed on the brakes and heard a thud and a curse as one of them drove into her from behind.
"Hey – a car's coming!" one of them shouted. "Clear out!"
They roared around her and disappeared down the road.
Sage gripped the steering wheel, shaking to her core, sweat on her brow, yet numb with cold. As the roar of the motorcycles faded, the clatter of a sports car came up behind.
She turned and watched the dark hilltop.
In the darkness Michael saw a white limousine stretched across the road like a beached, albino whale.
He came up to the limo, pulled onto the shoulder, then got out and knocked on the driver's-side window.
The window rolled down a small crack.
"What's going on?" He still couldn't see the driver.
"Oh... the motorcycles, and the ditch..." a woman's voice whispered.
"The motorcycles, the ditch... well, that's clear. Do you suppose you could roll the window down a bit? Maybe that would help us approach something resembling conversation."
There was a pause.
"I'm... afraid," a quivering voice answered.
Michael melted. "Don't be afraid, I'm going to help you. If someone with a car that can actually get over that hill comes up on you, it could be...."
"Yes, yes, you're right." The window hummed down.
Michael was unprepared for the stunning features of the woman faintly revealed in the hollow darkness of the quarter moon light. Dazzling white blonde hair escaped from a black silk scarf wrapped tightly about her alabaster face. Huge turquoise blue eyes looked up at him...
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