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Sometimes
the flames of desire run hotter than a mere fire.
the flames of desire run hotter than a mere fire.
FordMontgomery is working the case of his life. Trailing the arsonist who
killed his parents, the former bounty hunter will soon make this guy
pay for his crimes. After that, Ford plans to reclaim his house from
his ex-wife and retire to his home in the mountains.
Megan Marshal thought she’d ditched her ex husband, until she finds out the lying scumbag stole from a man nobody steals from. Megan has no clue where he is now, but the cartel is convinced she’s the key to getting their product back and they’re determined to make her talk.
When
Ford rescues Megan from a burning building, their paths abruptly
align. However, Ford keeps secrets from her, and she’s had enough
of men and their secrets. Can they work together to accomplish their
goals? Or will they get scorched by the blazing passion sparking
between them?
Ford rescues Megan from a burning building, their paths abruptly
align. However, Ford keeps secrets from her, and she’s had enough
of men and their secrets. Can they work together to accomplish their
goals? Or will they get scorched by the blazing passion sparking
between them?
EXCERPT
Rummaging
in the cupboards to find something to scrounge up for dinner he tried
relaxing his jaw. If he kept it clamped tight like he was doing now,
he’d end up with lock jaw, or arthritis or something equally awful.
But, he was irritated that he was here, in this house, that he swore
he wouldn’t come back to until it was his, completely, lock stock and
barrel. Trouble was, when he tried to think of a safe place to keep
Megan, this was the first place that came to mind. He knew it was
safe, he’d built it with safety in mind. In his line of work, it
wasn’t uncommon for some of the people he had to locate to have angry
family members or associates and he didn’t want to be taken unawares.
Which reminded him. Walking to the desk in the corner of the living
room, he unlocked the top drawer. Lifting the lid on the laptop he
kept in there he waited for it to wake up, logged in, pulled up his
security system. Turning all the cameras on and monitoring the entire
property via closed circuit monitors, he went back to the kitchen to
finish looking for something to eat. Tomorrow he’d have to see if
Emmy could bring some food up here.
in the cupboards to find something to scrounge up for dinner he tried
relaxing his jaw. If he kept it clamped tight like he was doing now,
he’d end up with lock jaw, or arthritis or something equally awful.
But, he was irritated that he was here, in this house, that he swore
he wouldn’t come back to until it was his, completely, lock stock and
barrel. Trouble was, when he tried to think of a safe place to keep
Megan, this was the first place that came to mind. He knew it was
safe, he’d built it with safety in mind. In his line of work, it
wasn’t uncommon for some of the people he had to locate to have angry
family members or associates and he didn’t want to be taken unawares.
Which reminded him. Walking to the desk in the corner of the living
room, he unlocked the top drawer. Lifting the lid on the laptop he
kept in there he waited for it to wake up, logged in, pulled up his
security system. Turning all the cameras on and monitoring the entire
property via closed circuit monitors, he went back to the kitchen to
finish looking for something to eat. Tomorrow he’d have to see if
Emmy could bring some food up here.
A
few cans of soup, some crackers, and some cans of peaches would be
lunch. Pretty bleak, maybe he’d call Emmy to bring supper up here.
Turning he spied the wine rack, ah things were looking up. Selecting
a nice, full bodied red sangria, he set it on the counter as he
pulled a pan from the drawer below the stove to heat the soup in.
Setting to the task of pulling bowls and spoons from their respective
spaces, he set their eating places at the counter. Wiping the dust
from the wine glasses he set them in front of the bowls and opened
the shallow drawer that held the wine opener.
few cans of soup, some crackers, and some cans of peaches would be
lunch. Pretty bleak, maybe he’d call Emmy to bring supper up here.
Turning he spied the wine rack, ah things were looking up. Selecting
a nice, full bodied red sangria, he set it on the counter as he
pulled a pan from the drawer below the stove to heat the soup in.
Setting to the task of pulling bowls and spoons from their respective
spaces, he set their eating places at the counter. Wiping the dust
from the wine glasses he set them in front of the bowls and opened
the shallow drawer that held the wine opener.
Popping
the cork from the top, Megan entered the kitchen, a soft smile on her
face. “How long have you lived here?”
the cork from the top, Megan entered the kitchen, a soft smile on her
face. “How long have you lived here?”
“About
eleven years.”
eleven years.”
She
walked to the french doors and looked out over the scenery. “But,
you don’t live here now?”
walked to the french doors and looked out over the scenery. “But,
you don’t live here now?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“It’s
a long story.” Pouring their glasses of wine. “It’s also
temporary.”
a long story.” Pouring their glasses of wine. “It’s also
temporary.”
She
turned toward him, crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him.
“Where do you live since you’re not living here?”
turned toward him, crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him.
“Where do you live since you’re not living here?”
He
took a deep breath. Figures she’d want to know all about him. He
didn’t usually share much of his life. Still too much up in the air.
took a deep breath. Figures she’d want to know all about him. He
didn’t usually share much of his life. Still too much up in the air.
“I
have a little cottage down the mountain by my sister’s house. I stay
there when I’m not working.”
have a little cottage down the mountain by my sister’s house. I stay
there when I’m not working.”
He
watched her move toward him, the sun streaming in the French doors
perfectly outlined her body in those sexy jeans and pink t-shirt.
Purely sexy from head to toe. He’d bet she didn’t even know it. Her
full breasts jiggled as she walked and his mouth went dry. It’d been
far too long. Unfortunately he hadn’t thought this through
completely. Staying here with her just might be harder than he
thought.
watched her move toward him, the sun streaming in the French doors
perfectly outlined her body in those sexy jeans and pink t-shirt.
Purely sexy from head to toe. He’d bet she didn’t even know it. Her
full breasts jiggled as she walked and his mouth went dry. It’d been
far too long. Unfortunately he hadn’t thought this through
completely. Staying here with her just might be harder than he
thought.
“So,
you work so much you have a house in the mountains you don’t want to
live in because it’s a long story so you stay in the cabin down by
your sister. And then you go to work. Is that about right?”
you work so much you have a house in the mountains you don’t want to
live in because it’s a long story so you stay in the cabin down by
your sister. And then you go to work. Is that about right?”
“About.”
She
chuckled. “Well, I don’t know how I’m going to get any peace
here what with you talking so much and all.”
chuckled. “Well, I don’t know how I’m going to get any peace
here what with you talking so much and all.”
Turning
to the stove, he stirred the soup, twisted the knob on the stove to
turn the burner off and filled both of their bowls.
to the stove, he stirred the soup, twisted the knob on the stove to
turn the burner off and filled both of their bowls.
“Vegetable
soup and crackers and wine. It’s not much, but it’s all I have. I’ll
call Emmy to bring up some food later. I also have some meat in the
freezer downstairs that I can thaw if Emmy’s busy.”
soup and crackers and wine. It’s not much, but it’s all I have. I’ll
call Emmy to bring up some food later. I also have some meat in the
freezer downstairs that I can thaw if Emmy’s busy.”
He
sat next to her at the counter and they began eating in silence. Or
so he thought.
sat next to her at the counter and they began eating in silence. Or
so he thought.
“What
does Emmy do for a living?”
does Emmy do for a living?”
“She’s
a defense attorney. A damn good one too.”
a defense attorney. A damn good one too.”
“Is
your whole family involved with criminals?”
your whole family involved with criminals?”
He
chuckled, “Nah, just Emmy and me. Dawson is a plumber and owns
his own company. He deals in shit, just not the same kind as Emmy and
I.”
chuckled, “Nah, just Emmy and me. Dawson is a plumber and owns
his own company. He deals in shit, just not the same kind as Emmy and
I.”
She
giggled. “That’s a good one.”
giggled. “That’s a good one.”
“So
tell me about Waylon. Why did you marry a piece of scum like him to
begin with?”
tell me about Waylon. Why did you marry a piece of scum like him to
begin with?”
She
bit into a cracker and stared straight ahead. “Gosh damn, but
isn’t that the million dollar question right now? I’ve been kicking
myself since the first year.”
bit into a cracker and stared straight ahead. “Gosh damn, but
isn’t that the million dollar question right now? I’ve been kicking
myself since the first year.”
She
sipped her wine and he watched her swallow, the graceful curve of her
neck, her unblemished skin, her auburn hair looked thick and shiny
and he wanted to touch it. Run his fingers through its softness. Tuck
the strands that had escaped her ponytail behind her delicate ear.
sipped her wine and he watched her swallow, the graceful curve of her
neck, her unblemished skin, her auburn hair looked thick and shiny
and he wanted to touch it. Run his fingers through its softness. Tuck
the strands that had escaped her ponytail behind her delicate ear.
PRAISE
FOR FORD
FOR FORD
Bounty Hunters, bad guys and babes, oh my!!
Justice
keeps slipping away and Ford is determined to grab it so that his
parents can rest in peace and for his siblings peace of mind.
keeps slipping away and Ford is determined to grab it so that his
parents can rest in peace and for his siblings peace of mind.
With
the bad guys on the run, Ford is forced to pursue. And he runs
right into Megan, who is somehow in the mix.
the bad guys on the run, Ford is forced to pursue. And he runs
right into Megan, who is somehow in the mix.
Fast
paced action, ups and downs, hot, sweaty sex and beautiful mountain
views. What more could you want from a book? The story
sizzles and leaves you breathless from all the action going on, both
in and out of the sheets
paced action, ups and downs, hot, sweaty sex and beautiful mountain
views. What more could you want from a book? The story
sizzles and leaves you breathless from all the action going on, both
in and out of the sheets
About
the Author
the Author
Writing has been a desire my whole life. Once I found the courage to write, life changed for me in the most profound way. Bringing stories to readers that I’d enjoy reading and creating characters that are flawed, but lovable is such a joy.
When not writing, I’m with my family doing something fun. My husband, Gene, and I are bikers and enjoy riding to new locations, meeting new people and generally enjoying this fabulous country we live in.
I come from a family of veterans. My grandfather, father, brother, two sons, and one daughter-in-law are all veterans. Needless to say, I am proud to be an American and proud of the service my amazing family has given
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