News & Hidden Agenda (work in progress)

Hi Everyone,

Please check out blogger Spriteby's wonderful review of my thriller/action romance novel, The Organ Grinder published by Solstice Publishing at http://spritebysbokhylle.wordpress.com/.  If you are interested in purchasing a copy, it's available on Kindle at http://www.amazon.com/ & http://www.amazon.co.uk/.  It's also available as a E-book for all devices from http://www.solsticepublishing.com/ and will be available in print in US bookstores in the near future.

In the meantime I am posting the continuation of chapter six of my thriller work in progress, Hidden Agenda.  Hope you like it!

Take care.

Sara


Chapter Six (continuation)


The helicopter took them across town to the roof of the Somerset Fry hospital that specialised in eye surgery off Tavistock Square, not far from Euston station. The pilot and his companion, a doctor, had made several attempts to radio in and have the police waiting for them but once again Alessandro had been persuasive with his semi-automatic handgun and he'd won the argument. Still getting out of the hospital and evading security who were doing their best to stop them proved a challenge.


Alessandro pulled Ariadne out of a service lift and out of the back entrance to the hospital and onto the street. He led her along the pavement through the crowds of tourists and workers heading for Euston train station. They would be safely hidden amongst the deluge of people coming off the trains whilst he called Ethan and got him to come and pick them up.

But on the way a small deserted alleyway gave him the opportunity he'd been looking for to search Ariadne for the tape. He wanted control back and the tape in his possession. He wasn't going to trust her with its care any longer. She gave a startled pant when he tugged sharply on her arm and without warning propelled her down the small street. Convinced they were now safe from interruption Alessandro caught hold of Ariadne's shoulders and slammed her back against a wall.

'What are you doing?' she asked, panic evident in her voice.

'I want the tape and this time you are going to give it to me even if I have to strip search you right here on the street,' he said gruffly, pinning her arms at their sides back against the brick wall.

To his frustration she still argued with him and refused to give it up.

'You are so eager to get my clothes off, Alessandro,' she sneered. 'I told you, I am not giving up the tape without a fight, so go ahead and try,' she shouted angrily.

He glared at her.

'If you don't give it to me, they'll kill you and against my better judgement I've become fond of having you around,' he snapped.

'They are going to kill me anyway.'

'I will protect you from them. You have to trust me,' he calmed his tone. Maybe she just need reassuring that he would do everything he could to keep her safe. 'I haven't let you down have I? I can have you out of the country and away from Vadala and his men in an hour. Just give me the tape.'

'No. I am running the show. Get used to it,' she sounded like a spoilt child determined to have her own way. 'This is not just about your revenge,' she shouted.

He stared hard at her.

'Then you give me no choice.'

She gave a painful cry as he pulled her arms upwards and held them above her head with one hand. He swept his free hand up under the top of her scrubs. She struggled violently and it was an effort to hold her still. His palm rested against the smooth silkiness of skin just below her bra line as his conscience suddenly sought to reassure her fearful whimpers.

'Shhh, I won't hurt you. I promise,' he whispered leaning in close, suddenly captivated by the tremble in her full moistening lips. 'I just want the tape, nothing else.'

He moved his hand flatly over the cup of her bra doing his best not to give the impression he was enjoying it. He'd expected to find the tape nestled just inside her bra but no she'd buried it deep, if it was there. Maybe it was in her underwear? He frowned, it wasn't going to stop him looking if it was there. He dipped his fingers slowly, gently into the cup of her bra. She gave an indignant cry and kicked out at him again and again. He grimaced and leaned in closer pushing his knee against her legs to hold them in place and stop her from inflicting any more damage on his shins.

Her breast felt warm and soft. He had the urge to cup and squeeze it, test its weight. He wanted to forget about the tape and flick his thumb over its peak until it became erect in his power. He couldn't remember the last time he'd fallen for a woman. Getting one into bed had been sport and nothing else for a long time. This one was getting under his skin and in danger of making him reckless and ruining his plans to get revenge on his grandfather.

Unable to find a delicate way of continuing his search of Ariadne's bra he scooped up her breast to find what he was looking for underneath. He smiled at her triumphantly when his fingers made contact with the small plastic tape. It must have been damn uncomfortable for her to hide it in there. He cast his eyes down to her pretty pink lips once more and gave a small laugh as she cursed him.

Idly his thumb began to flick over the warm milky softness of her breast to soothe her restless agitation as she continued to berate him. Mesmerised by the movement of her lips he leaned closer and brushed his own across hers to silence her protest. He hadn't meant to. It was simply instinctive. He wanted her whether he liked it or not.

She gazed at him with wide surprised eyes but there was no condemnation for his action. He tried again. She gave a feeble struggle but a gentle reassuring squeeze of her breast calmed her and she allowed him to take her mouth when he dipped his head once more.

Alessandro cupped Ariadne's breast more firmly, loving it's silky feel as the tape slipped to the back of his mind. All he wanted now was to fuck Ariadne up against the wall if he could persuade her to let him. He didn't want to wait any longer to be inside her. He was so consumed by his sudden want for her that he neglected to retrieve the tape from her bra and slowly his alert guard dropped. He didn't notice the men approach until he felt the blow to the side of his head and fell hard to the pavement.

Eyes blurring, he fought to keep consciousness and lift his injured head from the ground. He called out to her frustrated at being unable to move his body when one of the two men lifted her against him and practically threw her struggling angry figure into the car parked further up the street. A sharp kick to his stomach had him reeling and his head fell back to the ground. He was too late. The car drove away as the darkness began to seep into his vision. Shit, he'd lost her. Like he'd feared all along he'd allowed his attraction to her get in the way. They would kill her for sure and the tape would be back in his grandfather's hands squashing any hope of revenge. There wasn't a damn thing he could do about any of it.