Stay With Me

December 12, 2017 – Book Three, Lazarus Rising

Stay With Me

Stay With Me…

Shelly Hampton intends to spend the holidays alone in her family’s mountain cabin, but when a snow-covered stranger appears on her door-step, her plans are shot straight to hell. The man before her seems oddly familiar, and he stirs a dark need within her.

It’s soon apparent that John Smith is far more than a normal man—he’s too strong, too fast, and she could swear that he seems to read her thoughts…and know her most secret desires.

But is John a man that she could love…or is he someone she should fear? Because even as the snow fall deepens, a deadly threat is closing in on her little cabin. And soon, Shelly will be trapped on the mountain with a dangerous man…a man who swears that he has come back from the dead, just to be with her.

STAY WITH ME…A “Lazarus Rising” Story



“I hate that you’re afraid of me. I-I didn’t think you’d be afraid.” He raked his hand through his hair. “I thought you’d see me…that you’d know me…”

“Um,” she cleared her throat. “Excuse me, but I have to tell you that we’ve never met. Never. I mean, not before I saw you in the bar tonight. We’re strangers.”

His hand stilled.  His whole body stiffened. “We can’t be.” His hand fell away.  For an instant, fury was on his face and his lethal glare had fear surging even stronger inside of her.  She pressed back into the chair and tried to figure out how she could escape. How she—

“You can’t run from me.” A muscle jerked in his jaw. “I’m here to protect you.  You’re in danger, don’t you see that?”

She was seeing that fact pretty clearly. Because the guy in front of her was spinning some wild story about a government experiment and—

“You were in my mind. From the minute I woke up in that hell, you were in my head. I’d have flashes of you. I couldn’t remember anything else, only you.” He was definitely angry. He spun away from her, pacing toward the fire. “You were—you are the only thing I know, and you stare at me like I’m a monster.”

Time for her to run.  While his back was turned. Now. Shelly leapt from the chair and raced for the door. Her hands flew out and—

Hit him.

Because the big, probably crazy stranger was suddenly in front of her. Impossible. He’d been behind her. He’d been in front of the fireplace. But now he was between her and the door.  He’d beaten her to the door. And he wasn’t even breathing hard.

“I am not here to hurt you.  You’re in danger, but not from me.” His voice was low, and it seemed to sink right beneath her skin. “I found you…I tracked you…I searched for you because I knew I had to keep you safe.”

“But you don’t know me.” Her voice was too high. Cracking. A terrible contrast to his. “We don’t know each other.”

Pain flashed in his eyes but was quickly masked. “You are the only thing I know. They held me in their labs, kept me prisoner for months. Experimented on me again and again. Killing me, bringing me back.”

No, surely…

Dear God, that couldn’t be true, could it?