Iris Blobel: Tuesday Tales - BOX - Where #Authors #Write to a #prompt ~ #romance #mustread

Welcome to Tuesday ... Welcome to Tuesday Tales ...

I'm baa-ack! Did you all miss me? Two weeks in New Zealand and I have quite a few new ideas ... AND a 3-book-contract in the mailbox. So, keep an eye on the "Fermosa Bay" trilogy (Connor, Ethan, and Niall's stories), which will be released soon.

Until then, let me tell you Rachel's story. I introduced her in "I think I love you", the third book in the "Australian Sports Stars Series". She's Sarah's sister.

Today's prompt is BOX.

Enjoy - and feel free to leave a comment. And don't forget to click the link below to go back to the main Tuesday Tale site for more stories by very talented authors.

When Rachel Winter opened the door and lay eyes on the police officers, memories of the horrid night came back to her when she’d been dragged to the police station. Everything inside her tensed as she checked the lever for the screen door to make sure it was locked.

“Miss Winter?” the male police officer asked.

Scared she wasn’t able to find her voice, she simply nodded.

“Miss Rachel Winter?” the female officer asked.

She nodded again.

Rachel wasn’t able to read the expression on either of the police officers faces. It worried her.

“I’m Senior Constable Jones. This is Sergeant Harris.” She paused for a moment. “We would like to ask you a couple of questions in regards to Thomas Terrill.”

“Who?” Rachel asked hardly above a whisper. Her whole body shook, and she knew she had to sit down soon or she’d faint.

“Thomas Terrill.” Jones repeated. “He was up on charges last year for the possession of drugs. The file states that you were involved—”

“There’s no way, I come with you.” She nearly screamed, panic rising within her. “You can’t make me—”

“Miss Winter. We’re not here to take you with us, but to ask you a few questions,” Sergeant Harris explained. “Is there anybody you can call?”

His voice was soothing, and when Rachel met his eyes through the screen door, she noticed something in his eyes which conveyed trust. She wanted to trust him. So much, but every fibre in her told her to not open the door. Never again would she let the police take her to the station, leave her in a small box like room, and treat her like a criminal.

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