Rules of Survival
by Jus Accardo
Mikayla Morgan is wanted for her mother’s murder. She’s been on the run for almost a year now, avoiding not only the police but the real killer. Tired of running and desperate to clear her name, she breaks one of the most sacred rules: never return to the scene of the crime.
Every bounty hunter on the Eastern Seaboard is after the Morgan girl—but Shaun Denver and his partner snagged her. She’s a piece of work, and Shaun can’t decide if he wants to kiss her or kill her. When things take a sharp turn south, Shaun does the only thing he can think of to keep her close—he handcuffs them together.
As the danger mounts and the killer closes in, the chemistry between them threatens to explode. Shaun and Kayla will need to break all the rules if they hope to get out of this alive.
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JUS ACCARDO spent her childhood reading and learning to cook. Determined to follow in her grandfather’s footsteps as a chef, she applied and was accepted to the Culinary Institute of America. But at the last minute, she realized her true path lay with fiction, not food.
Jus is the bestselling author of the popular Denazen series from Entangled publishing, as well as the Darker Agency series, and the New Adult series, The Eternal Balance. A native New Yorker, she lives in the middle of nowhere with her husband, three dogs, and sometimes guard bear, Oswald.
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Excerpt from Rules of Survival by Jus Accardo
His shirt still hung from the chain, and with the better quality of light than in the feed store, I could finally see his ink clearly. There was s black phoenix rising from a river of fire on the upper right-hand corner of his chest, spilling onto his shoulder and neck. That’s the one I’d caught a glimpse of when he’d first come into the cabin. Then, in addition to that, there were two different Chinese symbols, one over his heart, and another above his navel. The one above his navel was slightly warped, though. The ink around the top edge seemed distorted, but without a closer look, I couldn’t tell why.
“Survival and strength,” he said quietly, setting the towel down. He pulled the T-shirt up along the chain and stretched across to run the sleeve under the water. It was splattered with blood from his wound.
He knew I was watching, and I should have turned away, but I couldn’t do it. Obviously he was nice to look at, but there was something about the way he spoke, a pitch in his voice that drew me closer. “Survival,” I repeated, eyes dropping to the tattoo above his navel. “That one, right?”
“Yeah,” he answered.
Yeah. Survival. That was all my life was about. Go here. Hide there. Rinse, repeat. I hated it. I deserved more than that. Even if it was just this once.
The words came out before I could think. “Back on the road, you kissed me,” I said.
“Yeah,” he replied, voice slightly hoarse.
My heart threatened to beat right from my chest, pulse making it nearly impossible to catch my breath. Every moment in my life from here on counted tenfold. I had no idea what tomorrow would bring. “Do you want to do it again?”