Dead Running Series

Dead Running Cassidy Christensen is running. Running from the mercenaries who killed her parents. Running from a scheming redhead intent on making her life miserable. Running from painful memories that sabotage her dreams of happiness. With two very tempting men competing for her attention, she hopes she'll finally have someone to run to, but can she trust either of them? When secrets from her past threaten her family, Cassidy decides to stop running and fight for her future.








Dying to Run Cassidy Christensen wants to run. Captured by the traffickers who killed her mother, her only hope is Dr. Tattoo, a man she loves but nobody trusts. When she finally gets a chance to run, someone else she cares about is taken. Running might be her only chance at survival, but she won’t allow another family member to be killed in her place. This must-read sequel to Dead Running will have you laughing, biting your nails, and hoping for more.

Dead Running – Excerpt

Twenty yards to the finish line and suddenly I felt wetness running down my legs.
Holy schnikies! I kept running, but the shock of urinating on myself stole my thunder. Damon sprinted ahead, Elizabeth right behind him. I crossed the finish line trailing both of them.
I should’ve been proud of my time: forty-two minutes for a 10K. I never would’ve believed that was possible a month ago. But all I could think about was the fact that I had disgusting wetness pooling in my shoes. I had peed on myself. How gross was that?
I slowed to a walk, pondering my options. I could stick with Damon and Elizabeth and risk them smelling my misfortune. Or I could run and hide. Then I saw the perfect alternative−an irrigation ditch.
Damon circled around and came back to me. Elizabeth trailed him. He squeezed my shoulder. “You did great, Cassie. Man, you are tough. I didn’t think you were ready for that kind of speed.”
I shifted uncomfortably, watching him inhale and imagining that he could smell my stink and would soon run away. “Thanks,” I said. “Um, excuse me for a minute, I’m really hot.”
Damon and Elizabeth’s faces registered confusion. Sure, we’d worked up a sweat, but it was still an early summer morning in Northern Utah. The temperature couldn’t have been above sixty-five.
I walked away from them, bent down to untie and slip off my shoes and socks, and plunged into the irrigation ditch. The cold water rinsed me off. I’ve never felt so relieved.
A tanned hand extended from the grassy bank. “Cassidy?” Jesse questioned.
I grasped his hand and let him pull me out of the water. “Thanks!” I beamed, loving the way his deep-brown hair curled around his temples.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I am now.” I winked, loving each chance I had to be near this man. “Great race.”
“Thanks.” He grinned at me. “You did well.”
I looked up to see Damon and Elizabeth at the edge of the ditch, staring at me like I was insane. “Cassie?” Damon said. “You okay?”
I smiled at Jesse, clung to his hand, and waddled up the bank. Damon’s focus on our clasped fingers forced me to release my grip on Jesse. Dangit.
I punched Elizabeth in the shoulder. “Good race.”
“Ouch.” She shifted away from me. “What was that for?”
“It’s what friends do when they kick it hard together. You’re an amazing runner. Great job.” She looked at me like I was insane. Good heavens, I’d given the woman a compliment. “Would you prefer I slapped your butt?”