Rule Breakers # 3
Rule Breakers # 3
By: Jennifer Chance
Releasing December 9th, 2014
In the latest tantalizing Rule Breakers novel from Jennifer Chance, an irresistible alpha male follows his ex into a deadly standoff—and reignites a heated affair.
For Erin Connelly, being a good girl isn’t such a bad thing. She’s working her dream job at a Boston art gallery and staying out of trouble, which is more than she can say for her deadbeat mom. Unfortunately, her mother’s latest misadventure lands her in the clutches of a Mexican drug lord. Now the only person who can save her is the one man Erin has no business asking for help: the sexy-as-sin army ranger who just so happens to be her former high school sweetheart.
Zander James is no gentleman—and no officer, either, thanks to Erin. Four years ago, she made a call that terminated his highest aspirations . . . and their relationship. He’s never forgiven her, but when he learns that Erin’s embarking on a half-baked rescue mission, he sure as hell can’t let her go alone. Now, with a treacherous enemy lying in wait, the electrifying tension between them may just be Zander’s undoing. Because while he may be able to keep Erin alive, he can’t promise to keep his hands off her.
Erin forced herself to smile. This is just the same old Zander, pulling your chain. Play this cool, play this right. “Well, I appreciate you giving me a few minutes. I know—well, I suspect this has to be hard for you.”
She didn’t miss his sharp glance, even as he gestured toward her glass with his own. “Looks like we’re both empty. How about a refill?” He moved in closer to her body as they turned, and Erin almost swallowed her tongue. How many times had he done that when they were dating, with an unconscious need to touch her every time they were close? He must have noticed it as well, because he instantly shifted back, giving her space as they walked across the lawn. She felt everyone’s eyes on them both, and she straightened her shoulders. She had every right to be here. The family had asked—
“So, you going to get to the point?”
At Zander’s words, Erin glanced up, startled, as they reached the long table with its carafes of water and lemonade. “The point?” she asked, busying herself with cups and napkins.
“Why you’re here,” Zander said, with exaggerated patience. “You had something to ask.”
“Oh. Of course.” Erin pulled it back together. By now they were standing off to the edge of the gathering, in the shade of the fringe of trees. No one was paying attention to them now, she didn’t think, at least not overtly. She took a nervous sip of her lemonade, hoping the sugar would carry her through. Everything she’d wanted to say to Zander about her mother sounded stupid now, in her head. Hell, this wasn’t even just about her mother, but her mother and her mom’s latest random boyfriend, whom Erin had never even met—both of them stuck in some hotel room in Mexico, depending on her. But she wasn’t going to get into all of that, no way. Zander didn’t know the truth about her parents. She’d always shut him down when he’d tried to pry, and, guy that he was, he’d never pried all that hard. They’d always had . . . other things to distract them.
Another flush crawled up her cheeks, and Erin lifted her chin. Just get this over with.
“Um, okay. I do have a few questions,” she said, pleased with how firm her voice sounded. “The first is this: If someone with no experience with a gun suddenly, you know, found themselves in a bad situation, would it be better to have a gun even though they don’t possess a ton of experience firing it, or to not have one, knowing that it’ll probably just get taken away and all of that.” She just felt so naked, thinking about taking all that money into some strange andcreepy-sounding border town. Why couldn’t they just meet her on the Texas side? Why did it have to actually be in Mexico?
But the silence between them was lengthening, and she glanced up at Zander. His eyes had gone flat, his face impassive. “What?”
“What happened, Erin?” he asked. “Who’s threatening you?”
She blinked at him. Huh? “Oh!” she said, her brain scrambling for an intelligent response. “It’s not that, not really. I just—um, I was walking home from my studio space the other day, alone, and it occurred to me that it wasn’t the safest neighborhood and—”
“Bullshit.” Zander’s word was sharp, percussive, and it stunned her into silence. “But to answer your question, if you don’t know how to use a gun, and you don’t have time to learn— and learn well—before you carry it into, as you say, a ‘bad situation,’ then no. You’re better off without one. Pepper spray, a whistle around your neck, and a good attack dog would be a better bet. Though none of them will help you a hell of a lot if whoever you’re with in that situation does have a gun. So I’m going to ask you again. Who’s threatening you?”
“No one is threatening me, Zander,” Erin said, letting her irritation show. And, technically, this was true enough. It was her mother in trouble, not her. “But thank you. That’s helpful.” She hadn’t thought about a dog. But the other stuff—pepper spray, a whistle. That could be good. A phone set to dial the police might not be a bad idea either, except of course she wasn’t supposed to involve them. “Okay, next question.” She paused, trying to figure out how to word this one. “So, say you have to move something hidden in a vehicle. You can’t run the risk of anyone figuring out what you have, but you look pretty innocent, if that helps.”Zander cocked an eyebrow. “I don’t really have a lot of experience with looking innocent.”
The book started out really strong, and although the Zander and Erin have chemistry, I didn't feel the love. It's understood that they never really got over each other, but we didn't get enough flashbacks of them falling in love in the past. This book focuses the mission to rescue her mom and their sexual attraction, but not enough on their feelings. Overall an enjoyable new adult read.
Jennifer Chance is the award-winning author of the new adult Rule Breakers series. A lover of books, romance, and happily-ever-afters, she lives and writes in Ohio.