Brandy
Carver was living her dream of making clothing for real, every day women. When
she gains the wrong kind of attention from a man that doesn’t have “no” in his
vocabulary there’s only one action to take—returning home where she’s safest,
and where she can finally breathe once more.
Anthony
“Crank” Romero, former Marine turned gentleman farmer, is willing to admit he’s
a bit of a ladies man. The truth is he’s only looking for the right woman.
Finding her when she’s got trouble on her tail wasn’t his plan, but he’s not
about to argue when he’s tasked with keeping her safe.
Discovering
Brandy’s interests in the bedroom makes Crank realize they are perfect for each
other. Knowing he can’t let her go, not when she’s his perfect other half,
he’ll do whatever is necessary to ensure that they have a chance at their fated
love.
WARNING: Anal Play
Excerpt:
His phone ringing brought him out of the
workout zone he’d fallen into. It also nearly caused him to drop the weight on
his own foot. Thankfully, he managed to catch it—just.
Grabbing up his phone, Anthony frowned
at the caller ID. “Crank here,” he said.
“That’s creepy, dude, stop that,” Rhys
Hollister said to him.
He couldn’t have stopped the grin if
he’d wanted to. “Crank does whatever Crank wants.” He knew how much the third
person speak irritated Rhys. It was half the reason he did it around his former
CO.
“I will beat you within an inch of your
fucking life, Tony.”
Snickering, he let it drop and eased to
sit on the workout bench. “What’s up, boss man?” he asked in all seriousness.
“I need to ask a favor, and yes, this
will be on me.”
“Okay, what do you need?” he asked
cautiously. While he’d do anything for Rhys, or the other men from his unit,
that particular phrasing had him slightly worried and mildly curious.
“You may recall the Carvers took a hit
the other day.”
Yeah, he did. “The youngest was killed,
wasn’t she?” he asked quietly.
“So we all thought. Turns out it was a
decoy she’d hired to keep the psycho who thought he owned her off her tail
while she made her way home. Only the guy, a Colton Brody, got to the woman who
was using Brandy’s name, cards, and so forth.”
“Son of a bitch,” he breathed out. “Was
she dating the guy or something?”
“One date from what Brant and Frank told
me. The guy latched onto her and isn’t the sort to let her go. He’s highly
possessive from all the pieces of information we’ve gathered. He also is part
of the NYPD family. His father’s a cop, his father’s father, and so forth. They
have huge history with the force.”
“And cops protect cops,” Anthony said.
Yeah, he knew how that went. The mythical Blue Line wasn’t really all that
mythical if you went head to head with a cop. All you ended up with was an
entire force out to get you. Not good.
“Yeah. She’s filed paperwork with IA up
there, but says that anything against the Brodys tends to magically disappear
if it isn’t misfiled, or incorrectly filled out. Funny how that shit tends to
happen with the most rotten of the bunch.”
Rhys sounded pissed. Perfectly
understandable from Anthony’s point of view. “I take it that Brant’s going to
do something with his connections?” It was his baby sister, after all. Of
course the man would do something.
“Yeah, and Frank as well. Not quite sure
what that particular Carver has planned. Quite frankly, I don’t think I want to
know. I like the plausible deniability of things when it comes to shit like
that.”
Something else Anthony understood fully.
Snorting out a laugh, he rubbed a hand over his head. “So what do you need from
me?”
“They need someone to help keep a watch
on her. While they are busy digging into Brody’s life, his family’s lives, and
everything else to do with them on top of the NYPD, they need someone to
protect her.”
“Guard dog duty then,” he said.
“More or less, yeah. It’ll be more than
that. Oh, and I should mention Theresa’s fully on board with this. It was her
suggestion, actually. Mostly I think because she knows her own boys and how
overprotective they can get.”
“Smothering is the word you’re looking
for, Rhys.”
“Shut up,” he muttered.
He grinned. Rhys was a big brother as
well, so he damn well knew the point Anthony was trying to make. Especially
since Rhys’s own baby sister was married into the Carver clan. To Brandy’s twin
no less.
BUY the book:
