Talk to me. Say it..." He shook his head. "Then let me go" He shook his head again. ...this, in a nutshell, is Dorothy's complicated relationship with Richard, aka Ricky, the first boy she ever loved and now the new too-sexy-for-his-own-good sheriff in town. Twenty years ago it had been over the moment he'd broken her trust and shattered her heart. So why should she care about him now? Except he's as heart-stopping as the scenery of mountains and azure blue water outside his new home in Moon Lake. And one night sharing the same bed turns into so much more... So Dorothy still cares... and it's not one-sided either. One big mistake haunted Richard for the better part of his military career. He'd hurt the girl he loved and destroyed their friendship. Now she deserves to call the shots. But being close to her, touching her, makes keeping his professional distance impossible. And when she squares off with a gang leader, his protective instincts skyrocket. But keeping the little spitfire safe isn't easy. And opening their hearts to each other again can be nerve-racking.
I'm Max. I keep my distance. But not from her. A wounded dove with tons of baggage wrapped into an irresistibly sexy little package. Protecting her becomes my obsession, not saving her, my ultimate failure. Milli: I stopped believing when I was ten years old. Guardian Angels are a myth. Heroes just a fantasy. Even my own mother a monster. My past still haunts me, the wounds running deep and though I fight back, I also hide. In my small home town, in my grandfather's grocery store, behind my books, and my computer… But I can't hide from him. He sees me... all of me. And I can't look away either. Max: Solitude and silence have led me here. And I got a job to do. SOG is my team. My brothers. My mission after leaving the service. But besides that, all I want for my life is peace and quiet. And she's anything but. A wounded dove with tons of baggage wrapped into an irresistibly sexy little package. Protecting her becomes my obsession, not saving her, my ultimate failure. Every single member of our rag-tag family has an opinion about us, but the only opinion that counts is hers. Can she forgive me? Will she open up again? Because I would do anything to make her feel safe, cherished and whole. Like she does for me. I just need an in. A minute alone to tell her I can't live without her. She has all the power. Which both of us never expected…
I'm Carter. I'm a warrior. A shadow fighter. And she's like a blinding light in this dark world. The outside world knows me as a shallow billionaire. Jet-setting around the world. But that's a cover. My team and I work in the shadows, because that's where our enemies operate. Our enemy is strong and ruthless. Defeating them is our mission. Not lusting after a woman, even though she's sexy and funny and intriguing. I refuse to think she's part of this world. But then why is she there? The sexy guy who kissed me and carried me up the stairs suddenly pops up everywhere. Why? Why is he suddenly involved in every aspect of my life, involved with the people in my life. Why is he always there to protect me? I hate being weak. I am not weak. I don't need protection or a knight in shining armor. So why does it feel good to be protected? Why do I feel like it's okay to be weak in his arms? And why do I feel like I need and want him in my life?
It had been 13 years... ...but seeing him told her one thing. The wounds hadn’t healed. When Lisa ran to Europe to escape the heartache of first love lost and small-town conflict, she didn’t think she’d be back. It could not be avoided. She had to return. Her mother’s skill for getting on her last nerve, was sharp as ever. It might have been her imagination. Or maybe wishful thinking. But when they met again, sparks flew. Peter just wanted to settle down. Life as a US Navy Seal didn’t mix well with marriage and heading back to become a deputy sheriff made sense. Now, he had a job he loved and was well on his way to recovering from the divorce. Then she found the body. He needed to find the killer. But seeing Lisa, the “one who got away,” and having all the years of regret come back to him, put Peter off his game. And that was a recipe for disaster. At the worst time possible, will they find a way back to the love they both deserve?
I'm Carter. I'm a warrior. A shadow fighter. And she's like a blinding light in this dark world. The outside world knows me as a shallow billionaire. Jet-setting around the world. But that's a cover. My team and I work in the shadows, because that's where our enemies operate. Our enemy is strong and ruthless. Defeating them is our mission. Not lusting after a woman, even though she's sexy and funny and intriguing. I refuse to think she's part of this world. But then why is she there? The sexy guy who kissed me and carried me up the stairs suddenly pops up everywhere. Why? Why is he suddenly involved in every aspect of my life, involved with the people in my life. Why is he always there to protect me? I hate being weak. I am not weak. I don't need protection or a knight in shining armor. So why does it feel good to be protected? Why do I feel like it's okay to be weak in his arms? And why do I feel like I need and want him in my life?
I'm Max. I keep my distance. But not from her. A wounded dove with tons of baggage wrapped into an irresistibly sexy little package. Protecting her becomes my obsession, not saving her, my ultimate failure. Milli: I stopped believing when I was ten years old. Guardian Angels are a myth. Heroes just a fantasy. Even my own mother a monster. My past still haunts me, the wounds running deep and though I fight back, I also hide. In my small home town, in my grandfather's grocery store, behind my books, and my computer… But I can't hide from him. He sees me... all of me. And I can't look away either. Max: Solitude and silence have led me here. And I got a job to do. SOG is my team. My brothers. My mission after leaving the service. But besides that, all I want for my life is peace and quiet. And she's anything but. A wounded dove with tons of baggage wrapped into an irresistibly sexy little package. Protecting her becomes my obsession, not saving her, my ultimate failure. Every single member of our rag-tag family has an opinion about us, but the only opinion that counts is hers. Can she forgive me? Will she open up again? Because I would do anything to make her feel safe, cherished and whole. Like she does for me. I just need an in. A minute alone to tell her I can't live without her. She has all the power. Which both of us never expected…
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