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Vance's Rules is here! Celebrating with a contest and excerpt!

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It's
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Vance's
Rules

Blackwater,
Book 2
His
tools, his rules...

Looking
at Vance Jennings now, no one would guess that the tough-as-nails building
contractor once suffered a broken heart. Twelve years has blunted the pain of
the breakup with his high school sweetheart, but not the memory. Until she shows
up on his doorstep asking for a second chance.

One look at the sexy
redhead, and Vance adds a foot or two to his rock-solid emotional barriers. No
way is he letting her back into his life. But he’ll be happy to let her close
enough to sample her delectable body.

Shayla Riggs is no longer the
vulnerable teenager who was forced to give up her first and only love. She’s
older, wiser, and determined to make things right. Except the changes in Vance
throw her for a loop. He’s definitely not the sweet boy she remembers. In fact,
the grown-up version lights her up hotter than a firecracker.

It takes
only a kiss, a caress, to bring back the explosive passion they once shared. But
if Shayla can’t find a way to break through the bitter walls around his heart,
it just might destroy them both. Again.

Product
Warnings

This
story contains a stubborn woman intent on seduction and an alpha male with some
naughty ideas of payback. Let the fireworks begin!

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Chapter One

Shayla stood on the porch of Vance’s home, shaking with nerves. She hadn’t
seen him for twelve years. Each day away from him had caused her heart to ache.
Stomach in knots, Shayla thought again about how much time she’d wasted, and all
because of one man’s hatred. Her father had done everything in his power to keep
her away from Vance Jennings, but those days were over, and Shayla aimed to set
things right. If Vance slammed the door in her face, so be it, but at least she
had to try.

She took a deep breath and rang the bell. After a few seconds, the door swung
wide. A shiver ran the length of her spine at the sight of Vance standing in
front of her in a heather-gray T-shirt and well-worn jeans. She’d always had
that reaction to seeing him. Why should the years apart change anything? Vance
Jennings had the looks of a charmer, only with a rougher edge, as if he’d had
more than his fair share of hard knocks and had come away with more than a
scratch or two. She took a moment and looked him over, all but breathing in the
perfection of him.

His hair was as dark as the night itself, shiny and thick and long enough to
be irresistible, even if it did need a good comb-through. The glow from the
light behind him cast iridescent colors throughout the thick mass. Her gaze
traveled over the angles of his face, noting every taut plane, the stubble
covering his chin, and especially the generous line of his mouth. God, not even
an artist could draw a mouth as soft and inviting as Vance’s. The man was just
so damn kissable. Always had been. Shayla sighed as she realized how much harder
this meeting was going to be than she’d originally thought.

She noticed the way he watched her. Like an angry panther, his eyes were
always so intense, and they seemed to see right into her soul. When he looked
her over from head to toe, Shayla stiffened. Sure, the years had been kind to
Vance, but what would he think of her after all this time? She’d filled out,
pretty much all over. Gone was the skinny young girl with stars in her eyes.

Enough, she chastised herself. She wasn’t here to visually devour the man.
She was supposed to explain why she’d dumped him like so much garbage and walked
out of his life over a decade ago. Should be a ton of fun.

“Shayla,” Vance gritted out. He blinked a few times, and Shayla wondered if
he was as baffled as she was by her presence. And the way he said her name, as
if it left a bad taste in his mouth, didn’t give Shayla much confidence
either.

“Hi,” she said, smiling in an effort to hide her anxiety.

Vance frowned. “It’s been a long time, Shay.”

Don’t I know it? A gust of cold January wind hit her in the face,
and Shayla stiffened. “May I come in?”

He hesitated, but Shayla couldn’t blame him. After what she’d done to him, he
had every right to slam the door in her face. When he stepped back and let her
into the foyer, Shayla counted it as a small victory. “I hope I wasn’t
interrupting,” she said, then cringed at the sound of her own voice. She was
talking to him as if he were a perfect stranger. As if they hadn’t once been in
love.

Vance shut the door and tucked his hands into the front pockets of his jeans.
“Nope.”

“Oh, well, that’s good,” she said as she looked down at the floor and hitched
her purse up her arm. Where was she supposed to begin? Even though she’d
rehearsed this a million times, Shayla was suddenly at a loss for words.

“You might as well get to it.”

At the sound of Vance’s deep voice, Shayla looked up. Their gazes connected,
and she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Her throat closed up
and her heart rate sped. When her face felt as if it were on fire, Shayla
groaned. Oh please, not now. She simply could not have a panic attack
now. When her lips began to tingle and her eyes felt as if they were bulging out
of her head, Shayla knew that was exactly what was happening.

Vance stepped forward and took hold of her shoulders, his expression filled
with concern. “Hey, you okay?”

Shayla couldn’t get her mouth to work properly, so she shook her head
instead. Her hand went to the front of her turtleneck sweater and yanked in an
attempt to get air into her starving lungs. It didn’t help; nothing would. She
felt Vance tugging her coat off, and within seconds, he had her sitting on the
couch.

Vance crouched in front of her. “Easy now,” he murmured. “Just relax and take
a few deep breaths.”

She did as he instructed, and when her face started to cool down, she knew
the anxiety was beginning to pass. A large palm pressed to the back of her neck
and rubbed. For a moment, Shayla let herself sink into the warmth of having
Vance’s gentle palm against her skin. After so many years without his touch, she
wanted to soak in every second. Too soon, he was moving away. He sat in the
chair across from her, his expression unreadable.

“Thanks,” she said. “I’m not sure what happened there.”

He cleared his throat and sat back. “Now that you can breathe, care to
explain why you’ve decided to show up on my doorstep after all this time?”

Here goes nothing. “I wanted to clear the air,” she blurted out.

Vance’s gaze shot wide. “Are you for real?”

Oh yeah, there’s that Vance Jennings temper. “I know I don’t deserve
it,” she said, “but please listen to me.”

Vance shrugged. “Why would you think I’d even care? It’s been twelve years,
Shay. A lot of time has passed.”

She held up her hands, palms out. “You’re right, there’s no reason you should
give a fig, but aren’t you a little bit curious? Didn’t you wonder why I wrote
that letter telling you we needed some time apart?”

“No,” he bit out, “because I already knew why.”

Her own temper flared. He was so sure he had all the answers, but Shayla knew
better this time. “Oh really?”

Vance leaned forward, so close she could smell his intoxicating male scent.
“You were Daddy’s good little girl, and you got tired of playing with the bad
boy of Blackwater.” He looked her over, lingering for a heart-pounding few
seconds on her chest before meeting her gaze again. “I was good enough to fuck
but not good enough to keep.”

Shayla paled. Was that what he’d thought? That she hadn’t loved him? That he
hadn’t been her whole world?

To read the rest of chapter one go HERE