NEW Sweet Summer Days 6 Book Collection! Only 99¢
FALLING IN LOVE NEVER FELT SO GOOD!
Only 99¢ Sweet Summer Days Collection 2024: 6 Christian, Contemporary Romances
I love a great collection of love stories that keeps you reading ALL DAY LONG! Enjoy this Sweet Summer Days Collection and get ready to relax and fall in love all over again!
Only 99¢ Sweet Summer Days Collection 2024: 6 Christian, Contemporary Romances
★★ NEW Sweet Summer Days Collection★★
FALLING IN LOVE NEVER FELT SO GOOD! ★★
A great sizzling collection about love.
Included are 6 Sweet, Contemporary and Christian Romances. ★★ Get away from your life Romance by kindle all-star, and USA Best-selling author, Taylor Hart.
From the author:
It might sound silly, but I love a great collection of love stories that keeps you reading ALL DAY LONG!
Books included:
The Stone Family Haven
The Redeemed Groom
Her Navy SEAL Cowboy First Love
Her Navy SEAL Cowboy Second Chance
Her Hidden Falls Doctor Romance
The Lone Star Groom
★★
Get ready to relax and fall in love all over again!
**Excerpt from The Stone Family Haven – Included in this Collection!**
After a few minutes of willing her eyes to open, he found himself moving to her side. What was she doing sleeping in a park? Did she know the kind of riffraff she could run into around here?
Brooks glanced around. His FBI eyes memorized everything, roving over the guy in the corner of the park with a shopping cart and a guy by a tent next to the beach. He couldn’t see anyone else. He snapped back to her.
As if sensing that someone was there, her eyes flashed open and she jerked up. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t back up, only crossed his arms. “No, the question is what are you doing here?”
She scooted back on the bench, a bag beneath her falling to the ground. “Go away.”
He bent to get it.
“No!” She fell on top of the bag and then scrambled to her feet, giving him a crazed look. “Get back or I swear, I’ll hurt you.”
Deep, ocean blue. The kind that reflected a perfect ocean day. Yes, his daydreams had paled in comparison to the real thing.
She waved her hand in front of his face. “Hello? Take a step back, please.”
Blip.
“Oh.” He obeyed, wondering how long he’d been creepily staring at her. “Sorry. I’m not a threat to you.”
“You’re not?” She stashed the plastic shopping bag into her bag and let out a sardonic laugh. “You’re hovering over me like some weirdo and you’re not a threat?”
Brooks noted it looked like there was a book inside the triple layered bag she was stuffing into her backpack.
“What are you looking at?” she asked, zipping her bag shut and then turning away from him as she tied the purple jacket around her waist.
“Nothing.” Whatever was in the triple layered bag was important to her. Or something she was hiding. Could it be the reason she was running? “I was only trying to warn you that it’s not smart to sleep at a park.”
She took off in the other direction, calling back, “Your warning is noted.”
He couldn’t help but follow her. “Wait.”
She glared at him and pivoted to walk toward the street. “Why are you following me?”
This was laughable, but he wanted to know some things about her. He kept pace with her. “Listen, if I were a threat to you, you’d already be dead.”
She stopped walking, her eyes sweeping up and down his body. “Why would you say that to me?”
He stopped, too, feeling out of sorts. He didn’t have on a T-shirt; only running shorts, socks, and shoes. He put his hands up. “Sorry. I’m not going to hurt you, but I am glad you’re treating me like I am.” He gestured to the park. “Not that you shouldn’t have been worried about threats long ago, like before you slept there.” She had a smudge of dirt on her cheek and her clothes were rumpled, but dang, she was gorgeous.
No. No. No. He couldn’t be thinking that.
She crossed her arms. “Why are you following me?”
His mouth was dry, which was uncommon for him. “I’m not following you. Listen, the realquestion is, what are youdoing sleeping in a park?” She was too old to be a runaway. The shadows around her eyes told him she was older than he’d first thought. Mid- to late-twenties, if he had to guess.
“I don’t have to answer to you. You’re the one hovering over me, telling me if you wanted me dead, I’d already be dead.”
Her words hit a nerve. He put a hand up. “I was concerned for you. I’m sorry if I hovered. I wouldn’t have killed you.” If she knew him, she would know how stupid that sounded.
“So you have killed people?”
Crap. He ran a hand through his hair and turned away from her. Maybe this was just … stupid. The only thing that kept him here was the voice he’d heard minutes ago. “Let’s not talk about that.”
“You think you get to decide what we talk about when you wake me up and talk about killing me?”
He whirled back to face her. “I wasn’t talking about killing you. I said, if I wanted you dead, you’d be dead. Big difference.” He reminded himself she was a civilian, not a military person or a Stone sibling. “Sorry.”
She stared at him. “You don’t scare me.”
Brooks didn’t comment on the fact that she was indeed scared. “Look, do you know what could have happened to you sleeping in the park?” Out of nowhere, photos of the women who’d been killed by Evans appeared in his memory.
“I’m fine.” She walked past him toward the ocean side of the park. “And by the way, you’re theonly threat to me.”
“Me?” He followed her. Maybe he was overreacting. Actually—no, he wasn’t. “You could have gotten hurt by someone. Believe me, there are people way worse than me around here.”
“But I didn’t get hurt.”
“Why are you sleeping in a park?”
She paused. “None of your business, weirdo.”
He grunted out an exasperated laugh. “I’m a weirdo?”
Again, she walked toward the beach. “Your word, not mine.”
He hesitated, then followed her. “Actually, I think you used the word first.”
She rolled her eyes. “The point is that you should go away. Mind your own business.”
Pestering someone was not his usual style. He felt compelled to help her. There was some kind of connection from earlier. A connection he couldn’t put his finger on. Not just a physical connection, though that was undeniable for him. “Do you need money? Food?”
She stopped long enough to put out her hand. “If you’re offering money? Sure.”
“Oh.” He never brought money with him. “I actually don’t have money”
“Of course you don’t. Just go away.”
He watched her hurrying away, feeling helpless. The same way he’d felt when the blood had oozed from Agent Mac’s chest.
Anger surged inside him, pushing him to take off back to the park and then through town. It was a good thing she didn’t want his help. He couldn’t help anyone anyway.
Only 99¢ Sweet Summer Days Collection 2024: 6 Christian, Contemporary Romances
I love a great collection of love stories that keeps you reading ALL DAY LONG! Enjoy this Sweet Summer Days Collection and get ready to relax and fall in love all over again!
Only 99¢ Sweet Summer Days Collection 2024: 6 Christian, Contemporary Romances
★★ NEW Sweet Summer Days Collection★★
FALLING IN LOVE NEVER FELT SO GOOD! ★★
A great sizzling collection about love.
Included are 6 Sweet, Contemporary and Christian Romances. ★★ Get away from your life Romance by kindle all-star, and USA Best-selling author, Taylor Hart.
From the author:
It might sound silly, but I love a great collection of love stories that keeps you reading ALL DAY LONG!
Books included:
The Stone Family Haven
The Redeemed Groom
Her Navy SEAL Cowboy First Love
Her Navy SEAL Cowboy Second Chance
Her Hidden Falls Doctor Romance
The Lone Star Groom
★★
Get ready to relax and fall in love all over again!
**Excerpt from The Stone Family Haven – Included in this Collection!**
After a few minutes of willing her eyes to open, he found himself moving to her side. What was she doing sleeping in a park? Did she know the kind of riffraff she could run into around here?
Brooks glanced around. His FBI eyes memorized everything, roving over the guy in the corner of the park with a shopping cart and a guy by a tent next to the beach. He couldn’t see anyone else. He snapped back to her.
As if sensing that someone was there, her eyes flashed open and she jerked up. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t back up, only crossed his arms. “No, the question is what are you doing here?”
She scooted back on the bench, a bag beneath her falling to the ground. “Go away.”
He bent to get it.
“No!” She fell on top of the bag and then scrambled to her feet, giving him a crazed look. “Get back or I swear, I’ll hurt you.”
Deep, ocean blue. The kind that reflected a perfect ocean day. Yes, his daydreams had paled in comparison to the real thing.
She waved her hand in front of his face. “Hello? Take a step back, please.”
Blip.
“Oh.” He obeyed, wondering how long he’d been creepily staring at her. “Sorry. I’m not a threat to you.”
“You’re not?” She stashed the plastic shopping bag into her bag and let out a sardonic laugh. “You’re hovering over me like some weirdo and you’re not a threat?”
Brooks noted it looked like there was a book inside the triple layered bag she was stuffing into her backpack.
“What are you looking at?” she asked, zipping her bag shut and then turning away from him as she tied the purple jacket around her waist.
“Nothing.” Whatever was in the triple layered bag was important to her. Or something she was hiding. Could it be the reason she was running? “I was only trying to warn you that it’s not smart to sleep at a park.”
She took off in the other direction, calling back, “Your warning is noted.”
He couldn’t help but follow her. “Wait.”
She glared at him and pivoted to walk toward the street. “Why are you following me?”
This was laughable, but he wanted to know some things about her. He kept pace with her. “Listen, if I were a threat to you, you’d already be dead.”
She stopped walking, her eyes sweeping up and down his body. “Why would you say that to me?”
He stopped, too, feeling out of sorts. He didn’t have on a T-shirt; only running shorts, socks, and shoes. He put his hands up. “Sorry. I’m not going to hurt you, but I am glad you’re treating me like I am.” He gestured to the park. “Not that you shouldn’t have been worried about threats long ago, like before you slept there.” She had a smudge of dirt on her cheek and her clothes were rumpled, but dang, she was gorgeous.
No. No. No. He couldn’t be thinking that.
She crossed her arms. “Why are you following me?”
His mouth was dry, which was uncommon for him. “I’m not following you. Listen, the realquestion is, what are youdoing sleeping in a park?” She was too old to be a runaway. The shadows around her eyes told him she was older than he’d first thought. Mid- to late-twenties, if he had to guess.
“I don’t have to answer to you. You’re the one hovering over me, telling me if you wanted me dead, I’d already be dead.”
Her words hit a nerve. He put a hand up. “I was concerned for you. I’m sorry if I hovered. I wouldn’t have killed you.” If she knew him, she would know how stupid that sounded.
“So you have killed people?”
Crap. He ran a hand through his hair and turned away from her. Maybe this was just … stupid. The only thing that kept him here was the voice he’d heard minutes ago. “Let’s not talk about that.”
“You think you get to decide what we talk about when you wake me up and talk about killing me?”
He whirled back to face her. “I wasn’t talking about killing you. I said, if I wanted you dead, you’d be dead. Big difference.” He reminded himself she was a civilian, not a military person or a Stone sibling. “Sorry.”
She stared at him. “You don’t scare me.”
Brooks didn’t comment on the fact that she was indeed scared. “Look, do you know what could have happened to you sleeping in the park?” Out of nowhere, photos of the women who’d been killed by Evans appeared in his memory.
“I’m fine.” She walked past him toward the ocean side of the park. “And by the way, you’re theonly threat to me.”
“Me?” He followed her. Maybe he was overreacting. Actually—no, he wasn’t. “You could have gotten hurt by someone. Believe me, there are people way worse than me around here.”
“But I didn’t get hurt.”
“Why are you sleeping in a park?”
She paused. “None of your business, weirdo.”
He grunted out an exasperated laugh. “I’m a weirdo?”
Again, she walked toward the beach. “Your word, not mine.”
He hesitated, then followed her. “Actually, I think you used the word first.”
She rolled her eyes. “The point is that you should go away. Mind your own business.”
Pestering someone was not his usual style. He felt compelled to help her. There was some kind of connection from earlier. A connection he couldn’t put his finger on. Not just a physical connection, though that was undeniable for him. “Do you need money? Food?”
She stopped long enough to put out her hand. “If you’re offering money? Sure.”
“Oh.” He never brought money with him. “I actually don’t have money”
“Of course you don’t. Just go away.”
He watched her hurrying away, feeling helpless. The same way he’d felt when the blood had oozed from Agent Mac’s chest.
Anger surged inside him, pushing him to take off back to the park and then through town. It was a good thing she didn’t want his help. He couldn’t help anyone anyway.
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