COMING OCT 21!
SYNOPSIS
Avery Aarons believes it’s fate that she will die by the hand of a criminal. As a child, she hid in a cupboard while men ransacked their home. In college, she met with an attacker walking home on campus. After that, going into law enforcement is her only path to protect herself and others who can’t. She’s never felt so empowered, until she ends up in the wrong place without backup.
When Jess Monet attends a CPR refresher course and runs into the sexy brown-eyed officer his special ops team helped out, he’s just as impressed this time around. He must admit, Avery’s got some pretty damn good moves on the CPR dummy too, though Jess has had his fill of rejection lately and is reluctant to pursue more than a friendship with the tough, beautiful woman. He also knows she’s completely right for him.
While on a short hiatus from her job due to an investigation, Avery has no idea what to do with her time. Spending it with the hunky special ops man is driving her to distraction, though, and she wishes he’d just make a move. Preferably one that lands them both naked in bed. Too soon fate comes after her again, and this time she’s sure it’s the end for her. But Jess isn’t about to let anything happen to the woman he’s growing too fond of to deny… the only woman who can rescue him right back.
BUY LINKS
ON YOUR E-READERS SEPT 23
SNEAK PEEK of RANGE OF MOTION
EXCERPT
| “Okay, Hallie. I got out of my comfort zone by petting a horse, but this?” The honkytonk music blaring through the tiny bar had Edie stopping in her tracks. She looked at her friend, who tugged on her arm. “C’mon! You’ll enjoy yourself.” Hallie managed to pull Edie all the way through the door and into the space. “If a fire marshal got a look at this place, they’d be shutting them down,” she said loudly to her friend. “Don’t even think about writing an exposé on that.” Hallie hauled her across the floor to the bar. Every single stool was occupied. So were the tables. It was standing room only. As soon as Edie thought this, two cowboys hopped off their stools and waved for the girls to take them. Hallie’s eyes glittered as she shot Edie a look. “See? Told you cowboys are nicer than other guys.” “All right, I might have jumped to conclusions.” Edie’s gaze fixed onto one hot cowboy’s backside as he sauntered off with beer in hand. Hallie took one stool while she took the other, and they ordered drinks. Edie was feeling out of her element, to say the least. She’d busted her butt to get into a prep school, had won awards for her writing all through college and landed that coveted spot at an insider’s edition of a newspaper as an intern. Journalism was her life, and it was hard not to look around and see stories… well, everywhere. Her visit in the Texas countryside with her old college roommate was proving a culture shock. So far, she’d helped feed critters and stepped in things she didn’t want to think about. She’d stroked a horse’s mane and watched her friend ride around the fenced area. But here at Big Mike’s bar, things were getting up to Edie’s speed. She eyed a man in a hat and shirt sleeves rolled over thickened forearms swig his beer from a few feet away. “Maybe we’ll get you on that dance floor.” She groaned at Hallie’s suggestion. One glance at the line dance forming on a miniscule dance floor had Edie sweating in parts she hadn’t known she owned. Shaking her head, she placed her lips around her straw. “I’m not doing that. I’m not even capable.” “We’ll see.” Hallie had always been a bad influence—or was it good?—on Edie by forcing her out of her comfort zone. If not for Hallie, she would have spent her college years behind closed doors studying and writing pieces about the wealthy emancipating their children so they would receive a free ride for schooling. It was a valid problem, and one the public and financial aid agencies— There she went again. This evening, she was going to drop her pen and enjoy herself, but it was damn hard when journalism ran in her blood. Growing up as the only child of a single mother who was always out in the field to get a story of her own, Edie had a difficult time seeing life and not the work needed to go into it. She swept the room again, drinking in the smiling faces of Texas country people enjoying a night out. Lifting her straw to her lips, she sipped the fruity alcoholic blend. Next to her, Hallie shot her a smile. “Never thought I’d see the day Edie Howard was sitting in a place like this.” Edie made a face. “What’s that mean? I’m capable of enjoying myself.” “It’s not that—it’s the country. I’ll make our city girl into a down-home girl if I have to tie you up to keep you here with me.” Hallie grinned, but Edie knew she was only partly joking. Hallie had attended Texas A&M with Edie, but as soon as she graduated, it was clear she was returning to the back roads she preferred. She’d rented a nice place off the beaten path and, besides boarding her horse and a pair of feisty chickens, she was running a flagship e-magazine out of her home office. She’d also asked Edie twice already to come on board with her, get in on the ground floor and see what they could build together. Edie’s dreams took a different path, though, and Hallie wasn’t offended when she turned down her offer. She just invited Edie to come stay a while and she’d show her around. Which included a stop at Big Mike’s honkytonk bar along a road called FTM34. The farm to market roads confused the hell out of Edie, who was used to the disaster zone of the crowded I-35. Everything seemed to be along a dirt road out here, though. Edie couldn’t even believe this was Texas—it wasn’t any Texas she knew. “Beer.” The guy at her elbow leaned over the bar to order, brushing against her sleeve as he did. She looked to him and found him looking back. Good Lord, they even grew men different in these parts. Maybe she was a country girl, after all. Or she could be for this man. Over six feet tall with the broadest shoulders she’d seen in person, he was not only built but beautiful. His features chiseled, hardened like stone. He gave her a nod and smile and then looked around her to Hallie seated on her left. “Hallie. Good to see ya.” His Texas drawl was all maple syrup and honey with a side of grits. Edie pressed her thighs together just from the sound. |
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