The Gunslinger's Man (34 page)
Heart vaulting and thudding against his ribs, Felix dug his fingernails a little tighter into the seat. This train wasn’t going back. Even if it started up again, he was eastbound.
The door at the rear of the railcar snagged shut with a whisper.
Trapped. We’re trapped.
Felix sucked in a shaky breath and, with some effort, tore his gaze away from the bobbing shadows.
Calm. Your. Shit.
Cool glass beneath his brow banished the rising fever, fogging with breath. Now and again, the rain-dappled window reflected indistinct, restless bodies—the sight of other passengers panicking, not him—and the single still point of the dark-haired stranger, assessing.
The window mirrored the man’s nod when Felix met his gaze and held it for a beat too long.
About the Author
Helena Maeve has always been globe trotter with a fondness for adventure, but only recently has she started putting to paper the many stories she’s collected in her excursions. When she isn’t writing erotic romance novels, she can usually be found in an airport or on a plane, furiously penning in her trusty little notebook.
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Helena loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at
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Also by Helena Maeve
Shadow Play: Splendid Isolation
Shadow Play: The Truth About the Liar
Shadow Play: Counterfeit Conscience
Racing Hearts: The Secret of Delville Wood
What’s his Passion?: Fistful of Lies
