My name is Essalin Brant, but everyone calls me Essa. I attend a small college in a tiny town, and in my twenty-two years of life I’ve never even traveled outside the state of Pennsylvania. You could say my life is pretty boring. I live by the rules. I’m a good girl and nothing exciting ever happens.
But that’s all about to change.
Enter Farren Shaw. Not only is he older and intimidating, but he’s more sure of himself than any 29-year-old man has a right to be. Did I mention that he’s drop-dead gorgeous? Well, he is. He also happens to be my best friend Haven’s brother. And I would be content with just fantasizing about Farren from afar, but when Haven suddenly goes missing, her gorgeous brother is the only one who believes me when I say she was abducted, even though all signs seem to suggest Haven left town willingly.
I know better, though. As does Farren. So when he asks me to accompany him to search for his sister, I accept.
That’s when the real adventure begins.
Our quest to find Haven takes us across the country. And throughout the time we spend together, I find myself falling for Farren . . . falling hard. He's everything I’ve ever wanted. But is he really someone I should fear?
Because aside from making me feel things I’ve never felt before, Farren is hiding something. Something big. What could this stunning man be keeping from me? And why? Is Haven’s disappearance somehow connected to his mysterious job?
All I know is that things are about to get real.
Welcome to the Inevitable Detour that has become my life.
With me in the driver’s seat of a car I never dreamed I’d ever even sit in—let alone drive—I barrel down a long stretch of blacktop desert road that’s as straight as an arrow.
“I can’t remember ever feeling this free,” I shout to Farren over the loud engine noise and wind.
He smiles. “You’re doing great,” he shouts back.
“Damn, Farren”—wind whirs through the open top, blowing my hair everywhere—“this thing is fast.”
He chuckles, nods. But at 150 mph, he urges me to “ease up a little, baby.”
My cheeks warm, and it’s not from the blazing sun beating down on us. No, I’m heated by the recollection of how Farren uttered those same words to me an hour ago, before we left the warehouse, and after he’d loaded our luggage and his cache of weapons into the Ferrari. His hand trailed up my skirt when he was back in the car. I was seated in the driver’s seat, and within minutes, I was grinding down hard on his fingers.
Now, just like then, I don’t listen.
I don’t ease up, and when we hit a patch of gravel, the wheel jerks in my hand. I lose control—again, just like earlier. But instead of coming hard, like I did clenched around Farren’s fingers, my whole body now tenses in a different way.
“Essa,” Farren warns.
Finally, I ease up on the gas and hit the brakes. The car fishtails but remains on the road. When we come to a full stop, I let out a held-in breath. “Oh my God, that was awesome.”