Army Strong has a mission....to protect Southern Sassy at
all costs.
all costs.
The directive had been clear: Deeply embed himself in the
fair town of Paradise, Tennessee, and keep one Melody Song Reardon from
forgiving her fornicating ex-fiancé and keep her safe by any means
necessary. Fortunately, Retired First
Sergeant Callum Valentine had always been a man that got the job done.
Unfortunately, nobody told him that while his ‘job’ might be as pretty as a
picture, she could be ornery as a wet cat and had a stubborn streak a mile
long. Now, he was battling baristas and dodging would-be assassins in an effort
to keep one sultry southern minx safe.
He’d thought the Taliban would be the most dangerous force he ever face.
Imagine his surprise when he realized that the radical extremists had nothing
on one curvy little woman with a wicked edge to her tongue…. a woman that had
somehow tangled herself around his cold heart.
*~*
Melody Song Reardon was done with men. After learning that the man she’d been
going to marry was no better than a corporate Casanova in and out of the
boardroom and bedroom, she’d decided that love just wasn’t in the cards for
her. Which was fine. She was young, smart, and capable… and better
yet, she had a dream and a plan: Opening her very own book/yarn store – Hooks
& Books. She had the brains. She had the building. And now, she had a
freaking bodyguard compliments of her interfering older brother?
She didn’t care how mouthwateringly handsome her so-called savior was; she
didn’t need another controlling man in her life telling her what to do. At
least, she hadn’t needed one…. until those nerve wracking hang-ups and strange
notes took an ominous turn. Now, somebody wants her dead and the only thing
standing between her and the Grim Reaper is one seriously gorgeous man named
Callum Valentine. Falling in love again
in the middle of her own personal apocalypse hadn’t been the plans…then again,
the great thing about a plan is that it can change on a dime!
fair town of Paradise, Tennessee, and keep one Melody Song Reardon from
forgiving her fornicating ex-fiancé and keep her safe by any means
necessary. Fortunately, Retired First
Sergeant Callum Valentine had always been a man that got the job done.
Unfortunately, nobody told him that while his ‘job’ might be as pretty as a
picture, she could be ornery as a wet cat and had a stubborn streak a mile
long. Now, he was battling baristas and dodging would-be assassins in an effort
to keep one sultry southern minx safe.
He’d thought the Taliban would be the most dangerous force he ever face.
Imagine his surprise when he realized that the radical extremists had nothing
on one curvy little woman with a wicked edge to her tongue…. a woman that had
somehow tangled herself around his cold heart.
*~*
Melody Song Reardon was done with men. After learning that the man she’d been
going to marry was no better than a corporate Casanova in and out of the
boardroom and bedroom, she’d decided that love just wasn’t in the cards for
her. Which was fine. She was young, smart, and capable… and better
yet, she had a dream and a plan: Opening her very own book/yarn store – Hooks
& Books. She had the brains. She had the building. And now, she had a
freaking bodyguard compliments of her interfering older brother?
She didn’t care how mouthwateringly handsome her so-called savior was; she
didn’t need another controlling man in her life telling her what to do. At
least, she hadn’t needed one…. until those nerve wracking hang-ups and strange
notes took an ominous turn. Now, somebody wants her dead and the only thing
standing between her and the Grim Reaper is one seriously gorgeous man named
Callum Valentine. Falling in love again
in the middle of her own personal apocalypse hadn’t been the plans…then again,
the great thing about a plan is that it can change on a dime!
***Review****
Cal
watched her another minute. “You’re a
stubborn little ball of fury, aren’t you?” he asked as he watched her try to
attach the tool to the lug nut, wincing as the metal slipped for the second
time in a row.
watched her another minute. “You’re a
stubborn little ball of fury, aren’t you?” he asked as he watched her try to
attach the tool to the lug nut, wincing as the metal slipped for the second
time in a row.
Melody
took a deep breath before she slowly turned to face her tormenter. “I was brought up believing that a girl
should be able to take care of herself.
I forgot that lesson for a little while and almost made a mistake I
could never undo with a man I’d rather forget.
I’m not ever going to repeat that experience again. So, to answer your question, yes, I’m a
stubborn little ball of fury. Now, will
you please go on your merry way?”
took a deep breath before she slowly turned to face her tormenter. “I was brought up believing that a girl
should be able to take care of herself.
I forgot that lesson for a little while and almost made a mistake I
could never undo with a man I’d rather forget.
I’m not ever going to repeat that experience again. So, to answer your question, yes, I’m a
stubborn little ball of fury. Now, will
you please go on your merry way?”
Cal
finally gave into the urge and laughed, earning himself a cold look from the
woman currently on her knees. “Careful,
Princess. I’m gonna get a complex here
because it’s beginning to feel like you don’t like me very much,” he taunted
her with a wink. Seeing her press her
lips together tightly, he knew she was fighting the urge to scream bloody
murder at him. Squatting beside her, he
met her fiery gaze. “Cat got your
tongue, Pretty Girl?”
finally gave into the urge and laughed, earning himself a cold look from the
woman currently on her knees. “Careful,
Princess. I’m gonna get a complex here
because it’s beginning to feel like you don’t like me very much,” he taunted
her with a wink. Seeing her press her
lips together tightly, he knew she was fighting the urge to scream bloody
murder at him. Squatting beside her, he
met her fiery gaze. “Cat got your
tongue, Pretty Girl?”
“No,”
she declared with a shake of her head as she looked from him to his jacked up
truck. “Do you mind if I ask you a
question?”
she declared with a shake of her head as she looked from him to his jacked up
truck. “Do you mind if I ask you a
question?”
“Ask
away, darlin’,” he invited silkily with a ready nod. “I’m an open book,” he declared, holding his
muscular arms out to his sides. And it
was true. The book on him was open; it
just happened to be written in code, he thought to himself as he gave himself a
mental pat on the back for his own wittiness.
away, darlin’,” he invited silkily with a ready nod. “I’m an open book,” he declared, holding his
muscular arms out to his sides. And it
was true. The book on him was open; it
just happened to be written in code, he thought to himself as he gave himself a
mental pat on the back for his own wittiness.
Melody
offered him a deceptively sweet smile.
“Is it true that men use big trucks to compensate for smaller endowments
in, well,… other more intimate areas?” she asked, dropping her voice to a
conversational whisper as she gave his crotch a rather pointed look.
offered him a deceptively sweet smile.
“Is it true that men use big trucks to compensate for smaller endowments
in, well,… other more intimate areas?” she asked, dropping her voice to a
conversational whisper as she gave his crotch a rather pointed look.
Cal
guffawed. “Are you asking me if I’ve got
a tiny dick, Princess? Because I can
tell you with a hundred percent honesty that the size of my cock and the size
of my truck are very directly related.
They’re both big and bad, but if you don’t believe me, I’d be pleased to
give you a private showing.”
guffawed. “Are you asking me if I’ve got
a tiny dick, Princess? Because I can
tell you with a hundred percent honesty that the size of my cock and the size
of my truck are very directly related.
They’re both big and bad, but if you don’t believe me, I’d be pleased to
give you a private showing.”
Melody’s
jaw dropped at his audacity. “You… you
just can’t say things like that!” she blustered, blushing furiously as he
laughed in her face.
jaw dropped at his audacity. “You… you
just can’t say things like that!” she blustered, blushing furiously as he
laughed in her face.
“I
just did. Besides, you started it,” he
accused, propping his hands on his narrow hips as he leaned forward and stared
her down. “Don’t dish it out if you
can’t handle having it spoon-fed back to you, Princess.” Damn, Cal privately mused, he hadn’t had this
much fun with a woman with her clothes on in years. He couldn’t help wondering how exciting she’d
be with her clothes off. He definitely
be making it a point to find that out as soon as humanly possible.
just did. Besides, you started it,” he
accused, propping his hands on his narrow hips as he leaned forward and stared
her down. “Don’t dish it out if you
can’t handle having it spoon-fed back to you, Princess.” Damn, Cal privately mused, he hadn’t had this
much fun with a woman with her clothes on in years. He couldn’t help wondering how exciting she’d
be with her clothes off. He definitely
be making it a point to find that out as soon as humanly possible.
“I
revert to my earlier statement. You are
a pig,” she reiterated with a disgusted shake of her head, her ponytail flying
over one shoulder to smack him in the face as she moved.
revert to my earlier statement. You are
a pig,” she reiterated with a disgusted shake of her head, her ponytail flying
over one shoulder to smack him in the face as she moved.
“Maybe,
but you’re just mad that you can’t seem to get one-up on me. Not used to a man that will stand his ground
and fight with you?” he asked, fishing for a response from her. He wanted to know just how much she’d reveal
about her ex-fiancé in casual conversation.
Her brother didn’t think there’d been any kind of physical abuse and
based on her reactions to him, he tended to think RJ was right, but he wanted
to be sure. Because if he was wrong, she
wouldn’t need his protection because he’d simply kill the motherfucker and be
done with it.
but you’re just mad that you can’t seem to get one-up on me. Not used to a man that will stand his ground
and fight with you?” he asked, fishing for a response from her. He wanted to know just how much she’d reveal
about her ex-fiancé in casual conversation.
Her brother didn’t think there’d been any kind of physical abuse and
based on her reactions to him, he tended to think RJ was right, but he wanted
to be sure. Because if he was wrong, she
wouldn’t need his protection because he’d simply kill the motherfucker and be
done with it.
“My
former fiancé didn’t fight. It was too
low-class a thing for him to do. He used
to call our arguments spirited debates.
My ass, they were debates.
Freaking moron. A fight is a
fight, right?” she asked as she grunted with exertion while she tried to pry
one of the lug nuts loose.
former fiancé didn’t fight. It was too
low-class a thing for him to do. He used
to call our arguments spirited debates.
My ass, they were debates.
Freaking moron. A fight is a
fight, right?” she asked as she grunted with exertion while she tried to pry
one of the lug nuts loose.
“Right,”
he agreed with a nod, sighing as her tool slipped again. “Politicians have….what did you call
‘em? Spirited debates? Real men and women fight.”
he agreed with a nod, sighing as her tool slipped again. “Politicians have….what did you call
‘em? Spirited debates? Real men and women fight.”
“See,
that’s what I thought, too. But maybe
that was the problem,” Melody muttered as she twisted the tire iron sharply,
silently cursing the tight bolt. “I
always did think Bradley had political ambitions. God knows that it’s what his dear old mommy
and daddy wanted for him,” she continued to growl through gritted teeth as she
twisted the tire iron violently.
“Eureka!” she shouted when the bolt moved a few millimeters. “Did you see that? It moved,” she yelped, as her body made a
tiny celebratory shimmy.
that’s what I thought, too. But maybe
that was the problem,” Melody muttered as she twisted the tire iron sharply,
silently cursing the tight bolt. “I
always did think Bradley had political ambitions. God knows that it’s what his dear old mommy
and daddy wanted for him,” she continued to growl through gritted teeth as she
twisted the tire iron violently.
“Eureka!” she shouted when the bolt moved a few millimeters. “Did you see that? It moved,” she yelped, as her body made a
tiny celebratory shimmy.
Cal
chuckled softly at her little dance.
“Sounds like this Bradley fella was kinda a douche,” he surmised,
carefully watching Melody’s face.
chuckled softly at her little dance.
“Sounds like this Bradley fella was kinda a douche,” he surmised,
carefully watching Melody’s face.
“That
is the understatement of the frickin’ year.
Heck, maybe the decade, too,” Melody muttered, lifting one hand to take
a swipe at her sweaty forehead.
is the understatement of the frickin’ year.
Heck, maybe the decade, too,” Melody muttered, lifting one hand to take
a swipe at her sweaty forehead.
Edging
toward her, Cal tried to make a grab for the tool in her hand. “Seriously, babe. Let me do that for you,” he demanded gruffly,
afraid she was going to either damage the wheel well or herself with her rough
use of the tool.
toward her, Cal tried to make a grab for the tool in her hand. “Seriously, babe. Let me do that for you,” he demanded gruffly,
afraid she was going to either damage the wheel well or herself with her rough
use of the tool.
“I’m
about done warnin’ you, Stranger, so I’ll try and be real clear one last
time. You try to touch my tire iron
again and I’m gonna introduce it to the side of that hard head of yours. Repeatedly,” she informed him grimly while
she desperately tried to loosen the second lug nut. “And, for the record, let me just state that
I am most certainly NOT your babe,” she huffed, panting with exertion.
Heabout done warnin’ you, Stranger, so I’ll try and be real clear one last
time. You try to touch my tire iron
again and I’m gonna introduce it to the side of that hard head of yours. Repeatedly,” she informed him grimly while
she desperately tried to loosen the second lug nut. “And, for the record, let me just state that
I am most certainly NOT your babe,” she huffed, panting with exertion.
could see her energy waning and shook his head.
“You’re completely right, you aren’t my babe,” he agreed, covering
Melody’s icy hands with his as she growled fiercely at the tire. “Right now, you’re more of my pain in the
ass, woman,” he continued, his hands tightening on hers as he helped her turn
the lug nut. “This’d be so much easier
if you’d just let me do it,” he stated again, afraid he was going to hurt her
hand by squeezing it too hard. “Honest
to God, sassy, sweet and stubborn is not the sexy combination I thought it
would be on you.”
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Sarah O’Rourke is actually two besties who live
three states apart and write at all hours of the day and night! Born and raised
in the Southern United States, they are overly attached to their one-click
accounts, can’t make it through the day without copious doses of caffeine, and
spend way too much time on the phone with each other.
three states apart and write at all hours of the day and night! Born and raised
in the Southern United States, they are overly attached to their one-click
accounts, can’t make it through the day without copious doses of caffeine, and
spend way too much time on the phone with each other.
Between them, they have four children and eighteen
years of marriage...one to a super soldier and the other to egomaniac engineer.
They hate empty chocolate wrappers and writer’s block, love to talk to
readers...and oh, by the way, they write about strong, kick-ass women and hot
alpha heroes!
years of marriage...one to a super soldier and the other to egomaniac engineer.
They hate empty chocolate wrappers and writer’s block, love to talk to
readers...and oh, by the way, they write about strong, kick-ass women and hot
alpha heroes!
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