Unscripted
Duty Bound #1
By J.S. Marlo
Contemporary Romantic Suspense
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"Shaped
by fire. Bound by duty. Driven by love."
Riley's tumultuous life rivals the television scripts she writes for Wild
Rescue.
EXCERPT
Technicians strapped
explosives to a red vessel anchored some eighty feet out on the lake, and with
each deadly charge added on board, trepidation coiled Riley's stomach into a
tighter knot. She hated explosions and fires.
On shore, Blythe had
donned a fire suit under his yellow jumpsuit and was busy applying a thick
layer of fire-retardant gel on the exposed parts of his body to prevent burns
when he jumped from the burning vessel.
During their long
ride in the car, they'd discussed the intricacies of the scene, but he didn't
mention performing his own stunts until they reached the lake. The stunt hit
too close for comfort. She should have swallowed her pride, refused the
assignment, and let Paul handle the outdoor shooting.
On her left, Martin
rubbed his hands together as he trampled the grass at the edge of a gravel
path. "This will be spectacular." In the heat, sweat beaded on his
forehead. "The weather is perfect."
The cloudless sky
melted into a shimmering lake surrounded by a young, verdant forest. Along the
tree line, orange barricades prevented a handful of curious fans and onlookers
from approaching the site.
Moored to the pier, a
rubber dinghy waited for Blythe. Martin signaled for the actor to board and for
the pilot to proceed.
Cameras rolled,
capturing behind the scenes footage that might one day make unforgettable
memories or great bloopers.
Positioned at the
stern, Blythe untied the ropes securing the dinghy to the pier then reeled them
in as the pilot turned the engine on.
Farther out on the
lake, a ladder ran down the side of the red vessel.
The dinghy skimmed
over the surface of the water, and when it pulled alongside the vessel, Blythe
stood and gripped the ladder. At the bow, a black and white flag flapped in the
wind.
In her mind, Riley
reviewed the scene. The engine explodes while Blythe is at the helm,
and he jumps off before the fire engulfs the entire boat.
As the dinghy moved
away, Blythe climbed on board. A sudden explosion rocked the lake and tore the
red vessel apart. His body flew into the air.
A scream escaped her
throat, and amidst the mayhem, she ran toward the shore.
