Synopsis:
The Missionary
Ex-Navy SEAL Stone Pressfield has a
bad feeling about the proposed church missions trip to Manila, Philippines. The
college-age church group plans to go to Manila and help victims of the
sex-trafficking industry. Stone's lingering nightmare memories about the
sex-trafficking industry have him warning church leaders that the trip is a bad
idea. He knows all too well that it could end in violence, and those involved
aren't to be trifled with.
When beautiful Wren Morgan goes
missing, he has a sick feeling that he knows exactly who took her, and for what
purpose. The problem is, Wren isn't just any other student. She's someone he's
close to, someone he cares about. Now she's in the hands of cruel, evil men,
and Stone is the only one who can rescue her before the unthinkable happens.
Excerpt:
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THE MISSIONARY TEASER
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~Now~
She had to fight it. It was coming, it was going to happen, and soon. She’d rather die than endure that. As he clomped down the creaking wooden steps, Wren realized with a bolt of horrified awareness, that she very literally would rather die than let him—or anyone else—rape her.
He knelt down in front of her, a cruel smile on his lips. “I got prends come to see you. Pretty American girl, not look like no American girl. Dese prends, dey come see. Maybe, dey want try you. Yes? I make a good deal.” He grabbed her upper lip and twisted it so hard she couldn’t stop the yelp of pain and the start of tears. “You keep shut up, I don’t let them try you before buy you. You like dat? No, I don’t tink so.You keep shut your stupid mout, dey look, dey touch, but dey not gonna fuck you.” He said the vile, vulgar word with hissing, spitting vitriol, making the ‘f’ sound almost an ‘p’, but not quite: ppffuck.
With that, he left, smacking her none-too-gently, hard enough to make her ears ring and the cross around her neck swing free and dangle in the darkness.
And that was when Wren Morgan understood, fully, that he wasn’t just an opportunistic animal. He’d hit her, but he hadn’t damaged her. He’d forced drugs on her, but he hadn’t raped her himself, or let anyone else do so. He was saving her, keeping her intact. Keeping a product in prime condition so he could make a maximum profit.
Wren was young and sheltered, and she knew she was naive in some ways, especially when it came to men, but she was far from stupid. She wasn’t a virgin, but the few experiences she’d had only served to emphasize how awful things were going to get.
Unless a miracle happened. Unless someone saved her.
Someone like Stone.
Even in tied up, in pain, drug-fogged and addled, terrified, and alone, Wren felt a shiver go through her at the thought of Stone Pressfield. Huge, hard, mysterious, and difficult, Stone was…everything a girl could want. Six-foot-four, a body Adonis would be jealous of, close-cropped dark blond hair and deep brown, almost black eyes. But he was out of reach. He’d made it clear he wasn’t interested. Not like that, at least. He’d made it clear she wasn’t enough for him.
That didn’t stop her, in the darkness of a dirty, bug-infested, smelly hole in the ground prison cell, from wishing for him, from hoping and praying that he would come for her.
As she fell into an exhausted, frightened doze, Wren let herself imagine Stone bursting through the trap door and carrying her away.
It was small comfort, but it was something.
Author Profile:
Jack Wilder—aka Mr. Wilder—is one
half of the writing team "The Wilders." You might know his wife,
Jasinda Wilder, as the author of bestselling books such as Falling Into You,
Falling Into Us, Stripped, and Wounded, among many others. The Missionary is
Jack's first solo work, but you can bet it won't be the last. The Wilders live
in the suburbs outside of Detroit, Michigan with their five kids, a dog that
vaguely resembles a coyote,and a manny.
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