Kim McMahill
She shares with us
her latest release:
A TASTE OF TRAGEDY
Blurb:
Morgan
Hunter sacrificed everything for her career. She had yet to encounter anything
she wasn’t willing to do to succeed . . . until now. When she uncovers evidence
that the healthy foods she’s been hired to promote may be dangerous, she must
reevaluate her priorities. As questions mount and the body count rises, she
finds herself caught in the crosshairs of an organization that will stop at
nothing to hide its secrets and protect its profits. With no one else to trust,
Morgan is forced to seek help from the man she drove away, but whom she never
stopped loving.
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Excerpt
“Here,
let me help you,” Morgan said as she draped Devyn’s arm around her shoulders.
Morgan
tried to relieve as much weight as she could from Devyn as she helped her
hobble to the waiting vehicle. Once Devyn was seated in the cramped back seat,
Morgan dug out her emergency supply bag. She handed Devyn a blanket and a
bottle of water. “I have a first aid kit, but I think you need something a
little more than a bandage.”
“It’s
just a few scratches. I’ll live.”
Morgan
could see why Nick trusted Devyn with his back. As she looked at the battered
and bruised woman, who had taken off into the desert in the middle of the night
in bare feet to prevent a criminal from getting away, she had to admire her.
Devyn had to be in extreme pain, yet not a complaint escaped her lips.
“Make
room in the back,” Nick huffed.
Morgan
looked up to see Nick trudging toward her with an inert Aaron slung over his
shoulder. She raced to the tiny back cargo area and moved a few items around so
Nick could squeeze the body in the vehicle.
“Is
he dead?” Morgan whispered.
“Not
quite, but we need to get him medical help A.S.A.P. The bullet didn’t hit any
vital organs, but I’m not sure how much damage he suffered from the knock to
the head”
Morgan
watched as Nick set the man down in the vehicle, and then she joined Devyn in
the back seat. Turning around and kneeling, she was able to lean over the seat
and assess Aaron’s injuries. She folded up a handkerchief and placed it over
Aaron’s gunshot wound and applied pressure. She wasn’t sure which was bleeding
more, the bullet hole or the bump and cut to the head, but she had to try and
slow the blood loss any way she could.
“That’s
all we can do for now,” Nick said. “Just keep the pressure on the best you
can.”
Morgan
nodded as Nick secured the back and then got behind the wheel.
“You
okay?” Nick asked as he turned to face Devyn.
“I’ve
had better days, but sadly, I’ve had worse.”
Bio
Kim McMahill
grew up in Wyoming, which is where she developed her sense of adventure and
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