It
gives me great pleasure to showcase to you today Satin Romance & Melange
Author Jody Vitek’s third novel Texas
Two Step
Old
family ties broken, childhood pain healed and true love revealed—one step at a
time.
One phone call sends Chad Rogers back to the one place he’s been avoiding—home. Being at his mother’s side after she is shot, he faces the younger brother who tormented him during childhood and his ex-lover, Chloe Atwood.
Chloe is engaged to a family friend. Chad steps back into her world, spinning it off its axis. She sees him in a new light this time around, leaving her to question if they can have a future together.
One phone call sends Chad Rogers back to the one place he’s been avoiding—home. Being at his mother’s side after she is shot, he faces the younger brother who tormented him during childhood and his ex-lover, Chloe Atwood.
Chloe is engaged to a family friend. Chad steps back into her world, spinning it off its axis. She sees him in a new light this time around, leaving her to question if they can have a future together.
Excerpt
Chapter One
Chloe Atwood parked her Mustang convertible in the
designated lot. Visits to The Arms of Safety Women’s Shelter were a quarterly
thing for her. With the upcoming fundraiser, the largest money maker for the
shelter, her visits were now bi-weekly. The anonymity of the home’s location
was important. It wasn’t something the shelter wanted known for the safety of
the women and children. The area wasn’t the best Dallas had to offer, but the
neighborhood was safe and what the organization could afford with the
non-profit budget.
The old brick building had a business appearance with
apartments upstairs. Curtains covered the front windows. The only marking was
the house number above the door. No one would guess this to be a shelter, she
thought.
The small fenced-in yard was empty. The early August Texas
heat and humidity was at its worst today. Temps were in the high nineties with
no breeze for relief. She sat in her car with the air-conditioning gently
blowing and looked at the time on her phone. Four o’clock. She’d be here for
maybe ten minutes and be home by five-thirty depending on the traffic. That’s
if it was a good day with no accidents or unexpected road construction.
She hit speed dial and waited for her fiancé to answer.
“Atwood Foundation, Andrew Lockhart.”
“Hi, Honey. Thank you again for the beautiful flowers.” He’d
sent her a dozen long-stemmed red roses that arrived at the office that
morning.
“You make me happy, and you deserve them.”
“They made my day.” She smiled at the remembered rose scent
that filled her office. “I was calling to let you know I’m at the shelter and
then going home. I won’t be here long, just dropping off Linda’s tickets for
the fundraiser.”
“Why couldn’t someone else from the office take care of
that? You have people who work for you. Use them,” he stated irritably.
“Andrew, she’s a friend. I like to see her every once and
awhile. It won’t kill me to be here for a few minutes. Plus, it’s good for the
Director of Development to make an appearance once in a while. I’ll call when I
get home. I love you.”
“Back at you. Bye.”
Chloe slid her cell phone in her purse, picked up the
envelope containing the tickets for Linda and stepped from the car. She moseyed
to the front and up the brick steps, pulled the heavy metal door open and came
to a sitting room. Thank God for air conditioning, she thought. Through another
door, she entered the confines of the shelter. Stairs to the right led to the
living quarters on the upper floors and to the left a small office for staff
and volunteers. A large space beyond, littered with toys and games, was the
designated play area for the children. In the far back of the first floor were
the shared kitchen and dining room, along with bathrooms.
“Hi, Linda.” Chloe raised her voice to be heard over the
children playing and women talking in the kitchen.
She waved to Linda Morris, the center’s director. Her dark
hair with heavy streaks of grey was pulled into a low bun. Once a victim
herself, Linda had recovered at the same shelter. Now she worked miracles with
the women and their children.
“Chloe, what brings you here?” Linda approached her from the
kitchen where several women prepared their dinner.
The smell of chicken wafted through the large area, followed
by sizzles and pops as it fried in a pan. Chloe’s stomach growled.
“I stopped by to deliver your tickets for Saturday evening’s
fundraiser. You’ll be there, right?” Chloe handed over the envelope.
“Of course! My dress from last year is hanging in the
closet. Hope the darn thing fits.” Linda’s hands ran over her tiny waist to
rest on her hips.
“You haven’t gained an ounce of weight since last year.”
Chloe shook her head with an indulgent smile. “I’m sure it will fit.”
“I don’t have anyone to bring. My daughters and sons are too
busy with the grandkids and other activities. And one son still lives in
Florida.” Linda wrapped her arm around Chloe’s waist.
“I know, but something could change.” She bent her head to
rest on the top of Linda’s and squeezed her in an embrace. “I also stopped to
let you know the Winlets lost a large donation from one of their lead sponsors.
They wanted me to see if anyone had any connections that could possibly
contribute an item for the auction or even multiple items to help make up the
loss.”
“I’ll mention it to everyone working tonight and send an
email. When does the committee need to know?” Together they navigated their way
amid the children scattered about the play area.
“The sooner the better but even up to the day of the event
will work.”
In the small office area, Linda grasped a slip of paper and
scribbled notes. “I know this is the Winlets’ Fundraiser, but who should donors
contact if they want to make a donation? The Winlets or the committee?” She sat
on the desk chair.
“The committee. Do you have the contact information?” Chloe
glanced around the tidy office. The flyer for the fundraiser was pinned on the
information board. “Oh, you have it right here. Perfect.” After a brief moment
of silence, she asked, “How are things here at the shelter? I know funds are
getting a little tight, but I’m working on several grants. I’m hoping to hear
on one within the month.”
“We’re fine, Chloe. The women and children are so grateful
for what the organization can offer them.”
“You’re so understanding and supportive. Take care, and I’ll
see you Saturday then.” Chloe walked into the sitting room and pulled
sunglasses from inside her purse.
As she stepped into the bright sunlight, a man wearing a
Dallas Cowboys leather jacket neared. A jacket in this heat? And the
piercings. She’d never understand people who put gauges in their ears to leave
a gaping hole. When he approached the bottom step, she stepped down into the
center of the stairs to block his entrance. He didn’t belong there.
“Can I help you?” she asked politely, something instilled in
her brain at a young age.
“Move, lady!” He spoke with defiance.
“I think you have the wrong building.” Although her tone was
authoritative, a sudden stab of anxiety hit her gut.
Fingers spread wide, his hands grabbed her shoulders. “I
said move!” He shoved Chloe down onto the step as he sprinted into the
building.
A sickening wave of terror welled up from her belly. Her
breath quickened as she sat where he forced her on the step. Her eyes darted
around for help, but she saw no one. She frantically stood and rushed back
inside. She passed through the second door into the play area. Children were
lying on the floor crying with their mother’s trying to comfort them.
The guy’s nostrils flared as he stalked toward Chloe. He
pulled a small woman by the arm in a tight grasp.
“No, no. Please, Tony, don’t do this!” The women wiggled in
his hold.
“Bitch, I told ya you’d never get away from me. Quit your
crying.” He yanked her arm, and she cried out in pain.
Chloe stood paralyzed.
He put his hand in his coat pocket. “Lady, I told ya to
move.” He pulled a gun from the coat.
“Chloe, get out of his way!” Linda yelled from somewhere
close by.
She couldn’t move. Her pulse roared in her ears, and her
breathing came quickly. Caught in a nightmare, Chloe was tackled to the floor
as gun shots rang out twice. Her breath rushed out of her lungs.
Release Date: November 6, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Jody Vitek
Born and raised in Minnesota, Jody has remained close to
home living with her husband of twenty plus years, three children and a cat
named Holly. Growing up, she enjoyed reading V.C. Andrews' the Dollanganger
series, starting with Flowers in the Attic, S.E. Hinton, and Stephen King to
name a few.
She has traveled throughout the United States, to the
Bahamas and Cancun, Mexico. Between watching soccer games, scrapbooking and
being the COO of the Vitek household, she writes contemporary romances.
Visit and contact Jody at: www.jodyvitek.com
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