Her betrayed heart said no; but her body pleaded yes.
Newly divorced Mia Reynolds doesnt like Chief Nolan MacGregor. His arrogance gets under her skin, but its her bodys instant reaction every time he levels that cobalt gaze upon her or hints at giving her what he keeps insisting she wants that really gets to her. After her husbandsbetrayal, shes sworn off getting involved with anyone, and certainly isnt going to trust her fragile heart with the towns reformed bad boy.
Nolan wants Mia and refuses to let her prickly stubbornness stand in his way. Once he entices her into an affair and shows her the benefits of submitting to him, her off-the-charts responses prove he was right all along she is the one for him. When his investigation into an illegal drug ring implicates Mias business, he never stops believing in her innocence.
When the Feds go around him, Mia refuses to believe he hadnt been with her just to keep an eye on her and her nursery for proof the drugs were coming in on the trucks carrying her landscaping orders.
Mias reluctance to trust Nolan completely lands her in trouble with a drug trafficker and it isnt until she is kidnapped that she realizes what her insecurities and refusal to let go of the past might have cost her
Publishers Note: This steamy contemporary romance contains elements of power exchange.
Thirty minutes later, she stood reaching for a potted vase sitting on the top shelf in the showroom when the bell over the door pealed. Before she could climb off the short stool, hard hands clasped her waist and lifted her down as if she weighed nothing. Flustered, she looked up, gritted her teeth and shifted in uncomfortable awareness when her eyes met Chief Nolan MacGregors amused gaze. Okay, she admitted it wasnt the mans physical appearance she objected to. What woman wouldnt look twice at a six foot two, broad shouldered, slim hipped man who wore a Stetson tipped low enough to draw the eyes to the slit of his cobalt blue gaze? No, it was the arrogant dominance he wore like a comfortable coat that put her on edge whenever he entered her place, more so now he was crowding her against the shelves and making her even more aware of that ripped body. She much preferred easy-going, polite men.
Wishing it was anyone but him, she stated with a huff, Youre crowding me, Chief.
Those sensuous lips curved in a slow smile as he stepped back. I wouldnt make you so uncomfortable if youd let yourself cut loose with me.
Damn. There went that warm flush spreading through her body when he thumbed back his hat far enough for those enigmatic, blue eyes to zero in on her with a long perusal. He made no effort to hide the appreciative trail he took from her braided, dark brown hair to her sneaker-clad feet. How one look from him could make her dormant body sit up and take notice when she didnt even like the man was beyond her. She sure as heck didnt like it. Shed never been one to be ruled by baser urges, instead preferring a positive connection with a man or woman before embarking on a friendship, something that was definitely lacking between her and the chief.
Shuffling behind the counter, Mia breathed a sigh of relief once she put the wide, butcher block space between them. She glanced up, way up at the only man whod been able to get under her skin. There wasnt one thing she could pinpoint that rubbed her the wrong way; instead, it seemed to be the uneasy combination of arrogance, dominance and male magnetism she objected to, and her betraying bodys response to those undesirable traits. There was no use denying the way her pulse spiked under the slow stroke of his ice-blue eyes that was as potent as a caress, a reaction she should be used to by now since it had been occurring from the moment she first set eyes on him kissing that woman all those years ago.
Thanks, Chief, but I have enough on my plate right now to keep me from even thinking about being added to your long list of conquests, she returned primly, ignoring his taunting smirk. Thank you for your order. Trish has it ready for you. She pulled the vase forward.
I didnt peg you as the type to listen to small town rumors, Ms. Reynolds. He nodded at the colorful arrangement. Nice, thank you. Im glad I caught you in. The way he drew out Ms. Reynolds in a slow drawl hinted he knew about the finalization of her divorce. He and every other citizen in Whitetail.
Reaching into his breast pocket, Chief McGregor pulled out two tickets and slid them across the counter toward her. Tilting his hat back even further, he offered her a better view of his rugged face bronzed by sun and wind and capped with coal black hair tinted grey around his forehead. You havent paid these.
Im sorry, Ive been so busy, I forgot. Picking up the parking tickets, she winced at the fines. Her habit of pulling over and parking wherever it was convenient to expedite her errands resulted in a parking fine more often than not. That was just one of Petes constant complaints that went along with her always being in a hurry. I can come in later this afternoon and take care of them.
Leaning on the counter, he replied in that deep voice that never failed to curl her toes. See that you do. Or, better yet, dont. Now that youre officially free, itll give me a good excuse to offer you a choice of consequences.
The corners of his mouth kicked up in another smile, but she couldnt miss the hint of a threat behind his words that set her heart to hammering with uncertainty. That didnt concern her near as much as the sudden warm gush between her legs. She didnt even like the man, for pitys sake, and she really didnt care for his forward insinuations.
About BJ Wane
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.