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Pick up Protector for Hire for the limited time steal of just $1.99 & enter to win an Entangled book mug!
Haunted by his time in
Iraq, former soldier Schwartz Patton goes off the grid, retreating deep into
Montana’s untamed wilderness. Now, ten years into his self-imposed solitude,
his brother tracks him down and asks for a favor. A woman is in danger, and she
needs help...and Schwartz is the only one who can protect her.
Designer-loving city girls
like Janelle Keebler don't belong in the wilderness. Unless, of course, they're
witnesses to a murder by their psycho drug-trafficking ex-husbands. Still,
Janelle can't help the immediate physical response she has to her sexy-as-sin
protector that leaves her wanting more than she could have ever imagined. Even
if he does make terrible coffee...
Every word, every touch,
every kiss ignites a need Schwartz thought he’d lost forever. He can't stop the
desperate attraction simmering between him and Janelle, even if he wanted to.
Even if it means it could get them both killed.
“You’re just in time,” she said in a voice
that sounded brittle and cheerful. “Food’s nice and hot. I’m starving!”
She gave him a smile that seemed a little
too wide, then speared a piece of meat loaf with enough force to kill it if it
weren’t already dead. Schwartz hesitated a moment, not sure what was going on
here, but pretty sure he’d done something wrong.
Had she really told him she loved him?
Surely it was part of the act. Were they still playing the love-struck
incestuous cousins, or was something else happening here?
“You were gone a long time,” she said. “Did
you have trouble finding something?”
He frowned, not wanting to admit he’d been
pacing around the damn store avoiding the inevitable moment he’d have to go
back and face her and accept the fact that he’d probably never touch her again.
“Not everything,” he said, poking the meat loaf with his fork but not taking a
bite. “I got the milk.”
“No cond—coffee filters?”
“They were all out of
cond—coffee filters.”
“All out?” She frowned. “I swear I saw a box when we were there the
other day. They were right up by the register.” He shifted on the bench, not
wanting to admit he’d stared at the same damn box and thought about having her
again. Maybe just one more time before she walked out of his life forever.
Instead, he’d forced himself to walk away. “The box was damaged. Can’t risk
having holes in coffee filters.” Across the table, Gordy wiped his chin with a
napkin. “You like the kind with the pointy tip, or the big wide ones?”
Schwartz blinked. “Uh— ”
Laverne beamed. “Oooh, I like the new ones
they’re making now with the flavor-enhancing micro-perforations.” Schwartz
dared a glance at Janelle and saw that her face had gone from pink to bright
red. She opened her mouth to say something, but Laverne cut her off.
“You know, I just love the ones with the extra-large
base. The box says it makes for a deeper, bolder experience.” Janelle choked on
her drink, and Schwartz turned to see her sputtering into a glass that looked
suspiciously full of moonshine.
“How much of that have you had?” he asked.
“Not enough,” she said,
setting the glass down and looking at him.
*****
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Tawna Fenske is a fourth-generation
Oregonian who writes humorous fiction, risqué romance, and heartwarming love
stories with a quirky twist. Her offbeat brand of romance has received multiple
starred reviews from Publishers Weekly, one of
which noted, “There’s something wonderfully relaxing about being immersed in a
story filled with over-the-top characters in undeniably relatable situations.
Heartache and humor go hand in hand.”
Tawna lives in Bend, Oregon with her
husband, step-kids, and a menagerie of ill-behaved pets. She loves hiking,
snowshoeing, standup paddleboarding, and inventing excuses to sip wine on her
back porch. She can peel a banana with her toes and loses an average of twenty
pairs of eyeglasses per year.
To learn more about all of Tawna’s books, visit www.tawnafenske.com
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