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234 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 5, 2017
You’ve enraptured me,” he said, his voice nothing more than smoke and gravel. “I would do anything for you.”
One day, the girl who’d gone from being a battered kid to the battered wife of James Carrington, chief of Blueberry Hill PD, would have a normal life.
Have you been drinking?”
“Why do you ask?”
“I detect a slight slur to your words.”
“I’m talking in cursive,” she said, waving her hands for emphasis, “and it’s elegant.”
Well, a few months ago, I started reading romance novels. Since I didn’t have a love life, I thought it might be nice to live vicariously through the characters, and it wasn’t long before I noticed a pattern. Somehow the heroines always manage to heal the hero’s broken heart while they’re having sex. Meaning her vajayjay is a magical healing portal. So of course I’m wondering if sleeping with me cured you of all your ills.”
⓵ I'm super smart. The smartest!" Lyndie blinked at her, all innocence, as she twirled a lock of silken hair around her finger. "But sometimes when I close my eyes, I can't see."
⓶ [Hero is talking about the meaning behind his tattoos]
Her fingers descended to his abdomen where a blackbird stretched mighty wings….“And this one?”
He pursed his lips but said, “Success in the face of adversity is possible. Our trials might ground us, for now, but one day we will be able to soar as long as we keep fighting.”
And he thought she had depth? Hardly. This playboy was deep.
On his side, the image of a book with some words etched in a bigger font than others. Love. Friends. Protect. Along the binded rested a cross. A bookmark? “And this?”
“What we focus on is magnified in our lives, every time, without exception. A reminder that we shouldn’t think about the things we don’t have and can’t do. Instead, we should think about the things we do have and can do.”
This man absolutely, utterly floored her.
⓷ “The dog sheds like a mother f--trucker.”
Lyndie had chuckled about his non-potty mouth and said, “She doesn’t shed. She emits magical fairy dust that makes wishes come true.”
⓸ “I know you love soup, so I paid the local girl to make it.”
“How did you know?” she asked.
“Once, after hours at the Scratching Post,” he said, grinning, “I watched you eat alphabet soup in order. A. B. C. D.”
⓹ And it's covered in fake blood!" As he sputtered with indignation, she laughed a magical fairy princess laugh. "I'm going as Alice in Zombieland!"
⓺ Dang it! She was a mess. One second she wanted to be a fembot--no, wait, now she wanted to fall into her husband's arms--no, wait, now she wanted perfunctory sex that meant nothing---no, wait, now she wanted world-rocking sex that meant everything.
⓻ I’m not the brightest bulb in the lamp, but I’m smarter than that. Surely. She would gaurd her heart.
If ever Lyndie made a conscious decision to pursue a relationship rather than nurture her independence while satisfying her lusts--this is a possibility now?--Brock Hudson would never qualify as a potential candidate. She’d go for someone turned on my monogamy, who didn’t threaten her peace of mind, or hope to invade all aspects of her life. So. If she did fall for Brock, despite all her precautions, well, so what? Her feelings wouldn’t matter.
Welcome to Strawberry Valley, where hotties live and love happens.Brock is a one night only kind of guy. With a past filled with abuse and PTSD, he's not willing to get close to anyone, he does not want anyone to know about what he's done for the army or before that. Still, he's kind, loyal and funny. But when the occasion arises and he's finally able to take his revenge, he takes it, even if it means marrying someone to get it. Lyndie has had her eyes on Brock for seven months but never acted on it because she wasn't ready and also she never thought he was interested in her, seeing him with a different woman every night didn't help. Lyndie is a sweet girl, with a similar past. Her father used to abuse her and when she thought she finally had escaped him, she found herself with an abusive husband. Now a few years later, she's finally free and able to live her life like she sees fit. She's not completely comfortable yet but she's getting there. Ready to start dating again at her own pace. That is until Brock comes to her home with a proposition she can't ignore. Marry him for a while, he gets his revenge and she gets what she's always wanted but never could have, a baby.
"He was like a short-haired, green-eyed version of Jason Momoa."
I loved Brock from the start. At the beginning he's a man-whore who likes to get drunk and have meaningless sex with a different woman every night. He's big, bad and sexy. Ex-military, he now works at his own company, a security firm he owns with his two best friends, Daniel and Jude. Brock may be a hardass but he actually yearns to have a normal relationship and maybe start a family but with his past and everything he's done, he thinks he's not worth it.![]()
There are other things I loved about this book though. Mainly Brock but also the secondary characters like Daniel and Jude. I love those guys and their unwavering support. Same for Dorothea and Ryanne and their honest friendship.![]()
You’ve enraptured me,” he said, his voice nothing more than smoke and gravel. “I would do anything for you.”
When she emerged from the bathroom, she discovered Brock waiting for her in the bedroom. His gazed roved over her and sizzled. "I hope you're hungry."
"Ravenous," she croaked. But not for food.
The merciless men ascorted her to the kitchen, and once again she jolted with shock and awe. He'd set the table with fine china. And he hadn't made taco's but taco soup, combining her top two favorites.
"I know you love soup, so I paid a local girl to make it." He sounded unsure and adorable and oh, wow, she really liked this man. Might even lo- Nope. No way, no how. She liked him. Liked, liked, liked. Nothing more, nothing less.
I'm not afraid of commitment," he told her. "Not anymore. Marrief life agrees with me in ways I never imagined. You are my family. The one I've always wanted but never had. And I know - you crave your independence. You're afraid I'll become an anchor like your first husband, and drag you down. But I have no desire to clip your wings, Scottie. I just want the privilege of soaring beside you."