“Sanctuary,” I murmured, #MFRWhooks

Focus by Holly Bargo 
Enemies to Lovers Billionaire Romance ​

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Professional photographer Dana Secrest has a secret and doesn’t even know it. When she storms from her best friend’s home on Christmas Eve—not the wisest decision she’s ever made—security contractor Sam Galdicar follows her to save her from her own hot temper and impulsive action. Upon arriving home, Dana discovers her apartment has been ransacked. Then an attempt is made on her life. She doesn’t know who’s trying to kill her or why, but Sam is determined to protect the woman whose eyes don’t need a camera to see the truth. ​

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Excerpt

​“Sanctuary,” I murmured, knowing that while many churches still practiced sanctuary, it held no legal force.
Suzanne Blankenship, pastor’s wife and southern transplant, responded with a wide smile and an invitation to join her in the kitchen.
“Why, I remember when I was pregnant with my fourth child. Nothing but tomato juice would curb my nausea. Today, I can’t tolerate the taste!” she babbled as she led me back through the church and into the adjoining parsonage.
I wondered how long Gordon would wait before he started searching for me. I wondered how persistent he would be before dragging me back to Bradley.
Suzanne sat me down in her cozy kitchen and poured me a glass of milk. “Y’all need calcium.”
I found my finger again running underneath the edge of the collar.
“You want me to unfasten that vile thing?”
I nodded, unable to speak, unable to bring myself to remove it. She moved behind me and her warm fingers quickly unfastened the clasp that my clumsy fingers dared not touch. Bradley allowed me to put on a collar to coordinate with my outfits, but never allowed me to take one off. Suzanne dropped the collar on the table.
“Would you like to talk about it, woman to woman?”
I opened my mouth, but the words wouldn’t come. A door slammed open and I flinched. Heavy footsteps resounded on the wooden floors until they stopped on the kitchen tile. Gordon’s gaze flickered to the collar lying on the table.
“Mrs. Vermont, you’re to come with me.”