Elle Keating ~ I Dream of Spiders ~ Blog Tour / Teasers / Excerpt / Giveaway

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Title: I Dream of Spiders

Author: Elle Keating

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About I Dream of Spiders:

The move to the remote town of Quarry Hill, Pennsylvania was supposed to help Griffin McGuire start over and forget the two people who betrayed him. As a paramedic at the local hospital, he would still have to interact with people, but the rest of the time he could hole himself away in the secluded cabin he was renting. It was perfect. For the first time in over a year, he felt like he could finally breathe.

That was until he met her.

A woman who doesn’t know her own name or why she was covered in blood and standing in the middle of the road when he found her. Griffin knows he should contact the police, but something is preventing him from going to the authorities. It doesn’t take long for him to realize that he was correct in trusting his instincts. Every time she falls asleep, she dreams and another memory is unlocked. Memories that are horrific and make him want to protect and hide her from the world.

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Two hours and three stores later, I am back in my truck. I’m a shitty shopper. There’s no rhyme or reason to how I rip through a store, no order, no plan. Which is why it is now pitch-black outside. To make matters worse, the heavens have opened and I’m being pelted by the kind of rain that soaks you through in seconds. At least I have some groceries, a brand-new mattress and box spring, and some pots and pans to show for it. A few miles from my new abode, I flick on my high beams and stay alert as I round the bend.

And that is when I see her.

I grab the wheel and swerve to avoid her, which sends my truck into a ditch on the side of the road. I quickly get out. I’ll assess the damage later. The headlights from my truck are the sole source of light, but they are enough to slice the darkness and allow me to see the petite figure standing just fifteen feet from me. As I draw closer, I pray that she is unharmed. “Are you okay?” I ask. My eyes zero in on her bloodstained shirt, the tear in her black stretch pants and the crimson stains on her sneakers. “Miss, are you hurt?”

Shaking her head, the woman hugs herself and takes a few steps back. Her hair is completely soaked and matted down; dirt and blood cake her face. Bright blue eyes look me up and down as she shivers. I don’t know if her body is trembling from the cold or if she’s scared. Holding up my hands, I say, “I won’t hurt you. Let me call an ambulance for you…the police…they can…”

“No…no police!”

I creep closer. It’s possible she’s going into shock. She’s covered in blood and could fall into a state of delirium from the blood loss.

“Okay, no police. But let me help you. I’m a medic. I can take care of your injuries.”

She follows my gaze and looks down at her bloody shirt. Her eyes widen, as if realizing for the very first time that she looks like she has just walked off the set of a horror film. She gathers the hem of her shirt and rips it off, leaving her standing there in a soaked through bra. No injury mars her perfect ivory skin. With her chest heaving, her breathing intensifying by the second, she throws the shirt to the ground. “No police! Just…stay away from me!” she screams.

As I fear, she takes off running into the woods. I can’t let her go. She isn’t thinking straight. And she isn’t safe out here. She could succumb to hypothermia. Or attract a bear. I chase after her. She is about ten yards in front of me when I hear a loud scream and then a thud. Even over the pounding rain, I know that sound. When flesh and bone meet something they shouldn’t. I sprint faster and find the woman lying on her side. The rock beneath her skull is littered with droplets of blood that are quickly washed away by the rain. I crouch down next to her and feel for a pulse. I find it.

All my training comes back to me. It tells me not to move her, that she may have a concussion, that I should call for an ambulance. But for whatever reason, I go against everything I was taught, what kept me and countless soldiers alive in battle.

And replay her words in my head.

No police!

She’s in trouble. And whatever she has gotten herself into makes her fear the police. Is she afraid of getting caught for something she did? Or does she simply not trust the authorities? I can understand if it is the latter. At one time, my brother made me question who the good guys are in this fucked-up world.

Despite my better judgement, I scoop her up and carry her to my truck. I lay her half-naked body in my passenger seat. After several attempts, with my wheels spinning a million miles an hour, my truck successfully clears the ditch. I then call Trent and hope that he keeps his phone on him while he works. He picks up on the third ring.

“Trent, where are you right now?”

“Working. Why?”

“I’m on my way to the hospital. I almost hit a woman with my truck. I must have spooked her because she took off running. She fell and knocked herself unconscious. Her pulse is strong, but she’s still out of it. I’m bringing her in now.”

“She’ll need bloodwork and a CT scan to check for swelling. I’ll alert the ER that she’s coming.” I know that is what needs to be done, but something tells me to be careful, that this woman’s identity needs to be protected. The one time I didn’t listen to my gut I was almost killed. I’m not going to ignore it a second time.

“Trent, can you personally treat her? Something is telling me that we need to keep this on the down low.”

“Shit. I really hate that gut of yours.” Trent sighs. “Fuck. But it’s saved more lives than I can count, including mine. Bring her to the south entrance.”

“Got it. See you soon.” I end the call and look at the woman in my front seat. I watch her chest rise and fall with each steady breath. The wound on her forehead isn’t deep, but blood continues to slowly trickle out. I reach into my glove compartment and withdraw the small first aid kit I stashed in there for emergencies. I force my attention back on the road while my right hand rummages through the kit until I find what I’m looking for. I grab the pressure dressings and hold them to her wound. I’m not nearly as worried about the blood I’m trying to stop from flowing than I am with what I can’t see, the traumatic brain injury she may have sustained when her head hit that rock…while she was running away from me.



About the Author:

Elle Keating is the author of romance novels with sexy heroes and fierce females. Her first book, Thrill of the Chase (Dangerous Love, #1), was published by Forever Romance’s digital imprint, Forever Yours, in 2015. Cut to the Chase (Dangerous Love, #2) soon followed. Most recently, Elle self-published Wanting More (Dangerous Love, #3), Back to the Start (Dangerous Love, #4) Feels Like Falling (Dangerous Love, #5) and the standalone novel, Keeping His Commandments.
When Elle isn’t torturing her heroes and heroines (don’t worry, there’s always a happily ever after), she is a public school administrator and enjoys spending time with her husband and 3 children in New Jersey. For more on Elle and her books, visit ellekeating.com.

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