Runaway Heart


Lindsay Davenport has it all: a handsome, wealthy husband, a life of seeming ease, and everything money could buy. But what do you buy when you live in hell? After seven years of marriage, seven years of abuse and violence, she changes her name and flees to a remote town in Alaska, determined to escape her husband’s cruelty and start her life over. Life, however, has other plans…. Ross Devlin loves his bar in Cooper’s Ridge, Alaska. He loves being a bachelor, being a pilot, and playing hockey. Then a quiet woman with a shady past walks into his life. As time passes he realizes he doesn’t love anything as much as he loves her, and his bar, his plane, and hockey are not as important as protecting her from an ex-husband who plans to make the phrase “Till death us do part” a reality.


Leslie McKelvey has been writing since she learned to write. Finally, at the ripe old age of…forty-something…her debut novel, Accidental Affair made it into print through Black Velvet Seductions Publishing. Right Place, Right Time is her second novel, and Her Sister’s Keeper closes out the 3-book “Accidental Encounters” series. Runaway Heart is her most recent release and a full-length, standalone novel. Her fifth book, Final Kill, hit shelves in December, 2016.

Leslie is a veteran of the Gulf War who served with the U.S. Navy, and she was among the first groups of women to work the flight deck of an aircraft carrier. During her five years of service she was stationed at NAS Miramar, Andersen Air Force Base in Guam, and her squadron frequently deployed to Japan and the Middle East.

She learned everything she knows about firearms and tactics from her police officer husband, who is a weapons expert, firearms instructor, and range-master for one of the most highly-respected law-enforcement agencies in the world (and one he wishes her NOT to disclose). She has three boys and spends her off-time (kidding…WHAT off-time?) reading, taking pictures, and sending lead down range (that’s shooting, for those who are unfamiliar). One of her favorite scents is the smell of gunpowder in the morning….


Lindsay Davenport peered through the dirty windows of the abandoned building, a throb pounding at the base of her skull as her heart climbed into her throat. The almost overwhelming urge to flee started the flow of adrenaline, and it took her several deep breaths to pull in her galloping pulse. Relax, Lindsay. You can do this. You have to do this.

The street was clear, for the moment. She’d been careful, but she still expected Roger, her husband’s bodyguard, to pull up in the black Navigator and drag her home. Behind her, Peebo put the finishing touches on her new documents. A new work history and personal history were already done and printed out so she could memorize the particulars. His fingers moved rapidly over the keyboard, and the sound reminded her of machine gun fire. She grimaced and moved back to his side.

“How much longer?” she asked in a low voice as she listened for the drone of the Lincoln’s engine.

Peebo smiled, his dark eyes focused on his computer. “You’ve waited six years for this, Lindsay. A few more minutes ain’t gonna kill you.”

Lindsay shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself, a chill worming through her. “Yeah, but Roger and his associates might.”

He looked up in alarm, perspiration beaded on his brow. “You weren’t followed, were you?”

She shook her head and went back to the window. “No, but I keep expecting them to show up anyway.” She gave Peebo a weary smile and took a deep breath. “I guess I just can’t believe it will all be over soon.”

His full lips widened in a smile, making him almost pleasant to look at. “No fear, chica. Once I’m finished you can disappear and no one, including your husband, will ever find you if you don’t want them to.”

Tears stung and she sank down onto a chair. Peebo went back to work, the printer and scanner humming, his eyes dancing as he continued. She ran a hand over her face and took a shaky breath.

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