Rules of engagement:
1) You have the right to use force to defend yourself.
2) Fire may be returned to stop a hostile attack.
3) You may not seize the property of others to accomplish your mission.
4) Detention of civilians is authorized in self-defense.
Delilah Morgan and her older sister Destiny have been on their own for two years, since their parents burned down the family home and went to jail for cooking meth. She’s street smart and tough. Nothing about her says sixteen, and she’s not about to tell anyone, especially Bran, the hot ex-marine bartender Destiny has her eye on. He’s stable and successful and everything her sister needs to keep them off the street. The only problem, something about Bran inspires her and suddenly she’s writing the best music she ever has. About him.
Branson Silo knows what it means to be in the line of fire. Home for a year from his second tour of duty in Afghanistan, he thinks he’s safe…until he meets Delilah. Despite her sharp tongue that makes him want to take cover, he can’t deny the attraction. But when he hires her to play weekends at his family’s saloon, he finds out she’s more than he can handle…which is saying something considering he used to blow things up for a living.
When the grenade finally explodes and the shrapnel flies, will Bran be left standing? Or has he survived years at war only to be taken down by Jail Bait?
EXCERPT
I’m
blending a pair of frozen daiquiris with one hand and shaking a martini with
the other when out of the corner of my eye, I see a solo blonde slide onto the
barstool at the end, near the beer taps. I finish what I’m doing and prepare
the tray for Carol to pick up before glancing over and seeing its Destiny.
A
guy in the middle of the bar makes eye contact and nods at his empty beer mug.
I grab it and start filling without really looking up at her. “Didn’t think I’d
see you again till closer to closing.”
“Sorry?”
she says. “Are you talking to me?”
The
voice is off—slightly raspy and a pitch lower than her usual. I look up again
and squint at her, wondering if she’s already started drinking. She’s taken her
straight hair down from the ponytail she always wears it in and it’s not as
long as I remember it from the other night—the only other time I’ve seen it
down. There’s also a fading blue stripe cutting through the platinum over her
right ear that I’ve never noticed before.
“What
can I get you?” I ask her instead of pushing it.
I’m
already reaching for the vodka and cranberry to start on a Madras, her drink of
choice last week, when she answers, “Rum and Coke.”
“That’s
different,” I mutter, shooting her another glance.
She
gives me a puzzled look. “Look, I really just wanted to find out if you hire
entertainment.”
My
face mirrors her puzzlement, I’m sure, as I try to process her statement.
“Why?”
She
hunches to the side and pulls something up from her feet. I see it’s a battered
black guitar case when the narrow end peeks over the top of the bar. “Because I
need a gig.”
“Didn’t
know you played,” I say, pushing her drink across the bar to her.
That
baffled look is back as she pulls it toward her and takes a swallow. I can’t
help following the curve of her long neck downward toward a pair of large round
tits perfectly outlined by her snug, low-cut T-shirt. She is definitely hot,
and if we’re on the same page, then I’ve got nothing to feel guilty about. She
wants me to fuck her till she screams? I’m perfectly capable of that. She sets
her drink down and catches me staring. She cuts me that wicked smile again,
causing my cock to stir. I return the smile, sending the innuendo right back at
her.
She
props her elbows onto the bar and leans forward, giving me a clear look down
her shirt. “Considering that we’ve never met before, I don’t find that
surprising.”
I’m
so absorbed in images of my face buried in those magnificent tits that it takes
me a second to process what she said.
My eyes snap to hers. “Wait…what?”
EACH BOOK CAN BE READ AS A STAND-ALONE
About Mia Storm:
Mia Storm is a hopeless romantic who is always searching for her happy ending. Sometimes she’s forced to make one up. When that happens, she’s thrilled to be able to share those stories with her readers. She lives in California and spends much of her time in the sun with a book in one hand and a mug of black coffee in the other, or hiking the trails in Yosemite. Connect with her online at MiaStormAuthor.blogspot.com , on Twitter at @MiaStormAuthor, and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/MiaStormAuthor
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