Shadow of Doubt

Shadow of Doubt

By

Melissa Gaye Perez

This book is dedicated to my 2 ½ year old Grandson Michael Ryan Hargrove who has given me the inspiration to once again pursue my dreams.

Shadow of Doubt is a cute and enlightening little romance novel surely to make you smile. Racing fanatic Jordan Scott loves his single lifestyle traveling the racing circuit and has no plans of adding a love interest to his life. Then he suddenly awakens after a horrific thunderstorm to find a cute little blonde washed up on his beach front property. Unable to remember her name or where she is from Jordan goes against his gut instincts and allows her to stay with him only until she regains her memory. But can he resist the physical attraction he has for her? Hoping it's only a matter of days until he can send her home he takes the risk. But after weeks together they find themselves so in love they can't bear to be without each other then suddenly just as Jordan feared...the past comes back only to tear them apart.

An Excerpt from inside:

Jordan couldn't fight it any longer.  He had been drawn to this mysterious little lady ever since the day he had found her.  He slid his hand over her soft side, to her back pulling her against him and stared into her eyes until their mouths joined roughly.  A chill filled his body as her tender arms slid tightly around his neck and her fingers trickled into the back of his thick wavy hair.  He could feel her petal soft lips beneath his own as his breath grew heavy and nearly uncontrollable.

Dolly felt as if her craving for this handsome man was at last going to be fulfilled when she felt his heavy body roll to cover hers.  They kissed wildly, breathing so heavily, but her craving only seemed to increase drastically, wanting him even more now as her hands caressed down his back.  She didn't want him to stop...only for him to ravish her more.  Her craving increased rapidly as their tongues met and fought intensely.  She took his hands in hers and slid them down to her breasts almost begging him to have her.

Jordan didn't resist.  His lips brushed their way down her neck as he massaged her firm bosom through her clothing, but he just couldn’t go on.  As much as he wanted too...he just couldn't do this.

Dolly felt a sudden chill as the warmth of his sturdy body left hers.  Jordan rolled off of her and sighed deeply, covered his face for a moment with his hands.  He turned to stare seriously into her confused baby blue eyes.

“What's wrong?” she gasped as her thirst for his affection had now invaded her entire body.

“I just can't,” he whispered as he closed his eyes in pain and caught his breath.  “I know nothing about you Dolly.  You might be married for all I know.  You might even have kids at home waiting for you to return to them.  It just wouldn't be fair to
you
if we did this.  If only I knew, without a shadow of doubt, I'd take you now.”

Twenty five year old Jordan Scott grabbed a wrench from his tool box then turned to make one final adjustment under the hood just before starting time.  As he rolled up the sleeves of his denim shirt to just below his tanned elbows, he again bent a firm sturdy arm and glanced at his watch making sure he had enough time left to make it.

“C'mon Jordan, let's move it!” Martin, his fiery headed racing manager called out from the pit warning him that time was quickly running far too short.

“Okay, I'm ready.  Let's go!” Jordan then yelled back as he slammed the heavy hood of his NASCAR and rounded to the driver's side getting ready to hop in.

This sunny June afternoon was the day Jordan had to try and set his very best lap time in order to have his car ready to qualify for the big race.  Jordan turned his hefty hands upside down and reached in to grab the top of the car window, flexing his tanned muscular arms as they lifted and slung his stout, slender body inside, his feet ahead of him.  He carefully put on his helmet and revved the engine to a loud roar and squinted his emerald eyes in a quick unnoticed prayer, then looked to Martin with a steady, yet serious stare.

“Sounds great!  Roarin' like a lion,” Martin proudly stated with two thumbs up as Jordan prepared himself for this all too important run around the track.

Martin Slater had been Jordan's best friend as well as his racing manager for the last seven years.  Together they have traveled the racing circuit winning many titles and earning much respect in their time together.  Jordan Scott is no major champion, but loves his black NASCAR with its bright red number twenty-four painted on the side and takes great pride in his racing career.

Martin watched enviously of his friend now as the green flags waved and Jordan finally took off, tires squealing to an almost deafening tone.  Looking through his binoculars Martin wanted to make sure everything was okay as Jordan now reached the final curve.  The bright orange and yellow Atlanta sunset caused Martin to squint tightly as Jordan roared across the finish line just missing the track record by only three-tenths of a second.

“Yeah buddy!   We're in champ!” Martin boasted proudly as he ran to Jordan's aide and helped him climb from the car.  The rest of the cheering pit crew swarmed around the steaming car to inspect for any possible damage.  They all knew how serious Jordan was about maintaining his car to top notch condition.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Martin yelled out again.  “Atlanta Speedway, here we come!!!”

“How was it?” Jordan shrewdly asked with a bit of skepticism looking eagerly in Martin's direction, his emerald eyes glistening against his black wavy hair.  He felt he had made good time but was a little uncertain as his fingertips gently inspected each and every last inch of the car while he circled around to meet with his buddy.

“We're on top.  Number one spot champ,” Martin proudly boasted as he patted Jordan's broad sweaty shoulder with much pride and admiration.

Jordan reached in his back pocket to get a towel and wiped the sweat that was now beginning to stream from his forehead then ruffled back his drenched wavy locks with his fingers.

“I think I need a brew.  It's awful hot out here.  Let's celebrate and hit the bar guy,” he then directed to Martin not seeming very concerned even though the expression in his deep green eyes gave away his true happiness.

“No arguments from me there.  It's been a long week for both of us,” Martin replied.  They then finished up their business at the track leaving his car in the hands of his pit crew and hurried off to celebrate their qualifying run.