Dead Running

Cassidy Christensen is running.
Running from the mercenaries who killed her parents.
Running from a scheming redhead intent on making her life miserable.
Running from painful memories that sabotage her dreams of happiness.

With two very tempting men competing for her attention, she hopes she'll finally have someone to run to, but can she trust either of them? When secrets from her past threaten her family, Cassidy decides to stop running and fight for her future.

Dying to Run

Cassidy Christensen wants to run.

Captured by the traffickers who killed her mother, her only hope is Dr. Tattoo, a man she loves but nobody trusts. When she finally gets a chance to run, someone else she cares about is taken. Running might be her only chance at survival, but she won’t allow another family member to be killed in her place.

This must-read sequel to Dead Running will have you laughing, biting your nails, and hoping for more.


Author Cami Checketts

Cami Checketts is married and the proud mother of four future WWF champions. Sometimes between being a human horse, cleaning up magic potions, and reading Bernstein Bears, she gets the chance to write fiction.

Cami graduated from Utah State University with a degree in Exercise Science. Cami teaches strength training classes at her local rec and shares healthy living tips on her fitness blog: http://fitnessformom.blogspot.com.

Cami and her family live in the beautiful Cache Valley of Northern Utah. During the two months of the year it isn't snowing, she enjoys swimming, biking, running, and water-skiing.



Damon’s lips caressed my earlobe. “You should’ve told me. I couldn’t have imagined that someone like you would feel like this for me. If I had known . . .”

“Yeah, well you should’ve known. But too bad for you,” I said. “Now you’ve driven me to the other side.” I grabbed at Tasha’s arm, but instead of her skinny forearm I connected with broad muscle.
I looked up and sighed, “Jesse.”
Jesse wrapped his arm around me, glared at Damon, and said, “Maybe I can save you from that desperate step.”
I grinned. “Maybe you could . . . if I liked you.”
The olive skin of his cheek crinkled. “Maybe we can remedy that problem as well.”
I imagined all the ways he could do that and melted into his side.
“Cassie!” Damon’s hand grabbed my wrist, wrenching me back to reality. “You aren’t going anywhere with him.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’ve lost all rights to input in my life.”
Damon’s face turned a brilliant shade of red. His glower at Jesse terrified me. Jesse ignored him and turned me away. “Can I give you a ride home?”
I looked at Tasha. She pumped her head with an awed smile. “Go,” she said.
Jesse led me to his Denali. Amazingly, Damon’s betrayal didn’t sting with Jesse’s arm around my waist.
“How did you know to rescue me again?” I asked.
He studied the sidewalk. “I keep pretty close tabs on you, Cassidy.”
I waited until he met my eyes. “You’re stalking me or something, then you kiss me the other day, and now I’ll never be the same again.” I tapped my fingers on my arm. “Is it some big surprise I can’t let myself like you?” Because I’m dying to be near you and you don’t seem to reciprocate that feeling, luckily I caught myself from vocalizing the last sentence.
Jesse licked his lips. “I keep hoping that will change.” He slowly crossed the inches separating us and lifted his hand to my cheek. My entire body quivered as his rough fingers caressed my flesh. Before I could sort out my jumbled thoughts, he lowered his head and did the branding thing with his lips again. This time it was much worse. He increased the pressure on my lips until my head swam.
I grabbed Jesse’s shirt and yanked him closer, reassuring myself that he wouldn’t slip away. After several wonderful minutes, he did the unthinkable−pulling away and gently loosening my grip. Holding onto my hands, he whispered, “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why?” I couldn’t think of any good reason we weren’t doing it this instant.
“I’m here to protect you, Cassidy, not become involved with you.”
I blinked several times but the picture was still the same. Jesse writing me off again, but this time he had some sort of reason. “Protect me? Who are you?”
Jesse grinned and tenderly kissed me again. “I’m Dr. Tattoo,” he whispered against my lips. “I’m the man who’s going to make sure they don’t hurt you.”

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Cami Checketts said...

Thank you for sharing!

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