Love in the Labyrinths 1 – Dangerous Descent
Released July 1, 2013 by Extasy Books
“Scary, sexy, and chock full of adventure at every turn.” – Manic Readers
After months holed up in a dreary department store, laid-off outdoor adventure director, Rebecca Devereaux, vows to change her life’s trajectory.
Kent Dunbar believes Vietnam’s Mountain River Cave may be the largest in the world. His sponsors demand that he leave immediately to survey the cave and study its origin, leaving him little time to organize staff. Desperate for assistants, he sends out a mass email to recruit qualified workers.. Kent is pleasantly surprised to receive an application from Rebecca and hires her.
The instant Kent and Rebecca meet, the two find attraction too hot to handle. Soon, every jungle tree and shelf of cave rock becomes a potential place to release their pent up passion for each other. But Kent’s not used to commitment, both are coping with traumatic pasts, and murderous gem smugglers are on the loose near their camp. Will their tumultuous love affair survive?
PREFACE November 27, 2007
Rebecca Devereaux pointed toward a cliff of snow-dusted rocks and then turned toward her twelve resort guests. She was leading her hikers on a slow trek along Old Baldy Trail toward the top of ten-thousand-foot Mt. Wrightson in the Santa Rita Mountains south of Tucson.
“You wouldn’t have seen any snow here millions of years ago when this whole area was rife with explosive volcanoes. Most of these rocks spewed out during the time of the dinosaurs.” A puff of cold-air smoke appeared in front of her face and the sweet scent of Ponderosa pines tinged her nostrils.
She led them on to Josephine Saddle, her favorite resting place. “Good job, everyone. Let’s take a twenty-minute break.”
Rebecca dropped her backpack into the dirt and wiped her brow with a bandana. Despite the cold fall weather, she’d worked up a sweat. Her tired hikers sagged onto rocky outcrops and cold ground padded with pine needles. “Be sure to drink some water. It’s easy to get dehydrated here in the desert.”
People visiting from New York and New Jersey, whose workouts consisted of thirty minutes on a treadmill or stationary bike, weren’t accustomed to walking for hours in an arid desert.
Rebecca leaned down to tug her water bottle from her pack when a woman with a New York accent shouted, “Oh my God.”
Rebecca’s muscles tensed as she whipped her head around in time to see Steve Jones, a famous big-screen star, crumple to the ground. She stifled a gasp and rushed to his side, rolled him over on his back and tapped on his chest. Dirt and leaves stuck to his sweaty face.
Rebecca’s heart pounded in her chest. “Steve, are you all right?” His head fell limply to the side and his usually handsome face flushed to asphyxiation purple. Holy shit. She’d dealt with cuts, sprains and strains on a weekly basis. Those were no big deal. But a heart attack was different. She knew she had to work quickly.
She listened for breathing and placed two fingers against his carotid artery feeling for a pulse. Oh god.
Rebecca knew EMS wouldn’t reach them for hours. She pulled her cell phone from her pocket and handed it to a middle-aged woman beside her who stared unblinking, her mouth agape. “Jane, I need you to call nine-one-one. Tell them it’s a heart attack—no breath, no pulse. And that we’re at the Josephine Saddle on Mt. Wrightson.”
Rebecca turned her attention back to Steve. She blew into his mouth before locking her arms, placing the heel of her hand on his sternum and compressing his chest. “One, two, three,” she said out loud. Intermittently she checked for a pulse.