I’m excited to be a part of the First Response: A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology. I’ve been lucky enough to have stories in two other Boys Behaving Badly Anthologies—Stranded and Blue Collar. It’s always a thrill to be published alongside authors I know and respect.
For those of you how don’t know me, my name is N.J. Walters and I write romance, mostly spicy paranormal and contemporary. Here’s the official bio…
N.J. Walters is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who has always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, time-travelers, seductive handymen, and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.
My contribution to the anthology is “Over the Edge.”
Writing a short story is a challenge and so much fun. When I started thinking about Jack and Mariah, I had to consider where they were both coming from, how they’d gotten to this crisis moment in their lives. Mariah’s already having a bad day—she’s a city girl in the wilderness who has just been confronted by a bear. Can things get worse? Yes, they can, when she’s rescued by her estranged husband. The time has come to confront their relationship and his past demons once and for all. If you want to know what happens, you’ll have to read their story.
A Teaser from “Over the Edge”
Where the hell was she?
Jack Morgan stalked through the forest beyond the lodge. One of her coworkers had seen her heading in this direction.
He’d purposely avoided her all day, waiting for the right time to approach her. Knowing Mariah, she was just waiting to serve him with divorce papers.
It seemed fate had decided it was time for them to deal with their problems. He’d taken it as a sign when he’d seen her name on the guest list for this weekend.
He stopped and listened for anything out of the ordinary. He’d give it ten more minutes. If he hadn’t come across her by then, he’d alert the staff that they had a missing guest.
His gut clenched. Nothing could happen to her.
“Stay calm.” This was no time for him to lose it. He was a former search and rescue operator. He’d trained for situations like this, had handled more than he cared to remember.
“Mariah!” How far could she have wandered? She was more of a stroller than a hiker. He rubbed a hand across the back of his neck and released a breath. The woman had no sense of direction. The few times he’d taken her camping, he’d had to keep a close eye on her.
He scanned the area, looking for any sign she’d been here. Up ahead, a branch was cracked, and the break was fresh. He headed in that direction, stopping every minute to call her name.
The clock was ticking down.
If something happened to her, he’d never forgive himself.
“Mariah, you fucking answer me,” he yelled.
A low voice came from the right. “Jack?”
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