He wanted to force her to confess. It really hurt that she didn’t trust him enough to tell him the truth. Nick couldn’t help her if she was going to be dishonest. “You know, if you needed a loan, all you had to do was ask me. Is one of the kids sick or something?”
Freezing with the towel in her hand, her mouth opened in a perfect oh shape that took his mind on a spin down erotica highway, but he tamped it down. Now was not the time, she was not the woman.
“You think I stole it?” Her voice was rising into a shriek, and Nick readied himself for a fight.
“No one else here, sugar,” he drawled at her, watching the flush of anger crawl up her chest. Something inside him told Nick he was doing this wrong, was taking things too far, but he couldn’t stop. He saw an opening and he took it. Regardless of how she reacted.
“I didn’t take your money, Nick.” She crossed her arms, pushing up her braless breasts, but Nick was a good boy and didn’t look. Much. He knew he was pissing her off, and part of him said to stop it, to be a grown up and work it out. Unfortunately, he wasn’t listening to that part.
“That’s a hundred and fifty bucks I’m out now this week. I’m doing okay, but not that good.”
Tiffany stalked over to the bar and dropped her towel on the top of it. “This is stupid. If I didn’t need this job so bad, I would quit.” She spun around, the fire in her green eyes stirring Nick’s groin. “You can’t fire me without proof.”
He didn’t want to believe she stole from him. As poorly as they actually got along, he liked her. And she was a hell of a bartender.
“You’re the only one working all three times money’s come up missing.” He crossed his arms over his chest, knowing that the display of his biceps seemed to affect her. He was pulling out all the stops, needing an admission, some display of faith in him.
Sure enough, she looked panicked for a brief moment, before swallowing hard. The clicking noise in the back of her throat audible over the smooth tones of the sex music in the background.
“Search me.” The uplift of her chin spoke volumes. But not as much as the pissed off look in her eyes. Her cheeks were splotched with the red that was crawling up her chest earlier, and Nick would bet money that underneath that punky dye job, she was a redhead. Just like under all that metal in her face, she was soft as sin.
He slowly stalked over to her, where she leaned against the bar and crowded her space. He would search her. And he would enjoy it. He would find his money, make his point, and go on about his business.
But when Nick got close enough to Tiffany to smell her perfume, the light fruity vanilla scent she wore, he lost a little bit of his mind.
She shrank under his influence, and a growl of something primal released from Nick as he wrapped his fingers around her ponytail, pulling her head back to expose her slender neck. Her smell taunted him, and he lowered his nose to the spot behind her ear, where her hair met skin, and inhaled deeply.
Yup. Something fruity. But under the fruity smell was something he didn’t get many chances to smell. Tiffany. It was something exotic, scorching, and all woman, and it sent a ripple of need racing through his bloodstream.
Tugging on the ponytail holder, Nick let her hair down and sank both hands into the silky softness of it, massaging her scalp while he lost himself in her scent and all the implications. She wilted into his body, and his hands went to her waist for support. As they crept under her shirt she gripped his biceps, digging her nails into his skin with a prickly sting. Her breaths made her breasts heave, pressing them against his chest, hard points poking him relentlessly. He brushed against the underside of her breasts, and another growl ripped from him. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and the fact that the men who came into this bar saw her without one made the possessive beast inside him take notice.
His hand gripped her breasts tightly, and the foreign intrusion in his palm sent his brain spiraling into a lust-filled dungeon of desire.
Her fucking nipples were pierced. He felt his stomach flop over at the revelation, even as his fingers toyed with the tiny bars. God. Damn. She mewled in his ear as his breath turned into ragged gasps. His fingers plucked at the jewelry, twisting it slightly, before realizing he was about to lose his ever-loving mind.
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Welcome to Mystic, Texas, where the past stays alive in more ways than one.
Vanessa Power, a budding Indie Romance author, believes the town is calling her name, being the new life and fresh start she’s craving. She’s met an amazing group of women who have a regular book club, reading only Indie Authors. Unfortunately, her new house is in worse shape than she thought and holds more mysteries than she’s prepared for. And then there’s the handyman.
Linc Patterson holds more mysteries than her house and the town combined, with a past he won’t reveal in a package which is built for nothing short of sin.
Linc is captivated by his new boss, the only person in town who will give him a job, but only because she doesn’t know he’s an ex-con. Can he keep his past locked away, while at the same time indulging in his fantasies with the pleasantly curvy and deliciously sexy Vanessa? Probably not.
They are both looking for a new start in life. Will they be able to find it together? Or will something sinister keep them apart?
The year is 1865 and The Civil War is officially over, but tensions are still high as everyone tries to get back to normal. Emily Evans and her mama, Rachel, are waiting for their men to come home. They’ve spent the last two years doing whatever it takes to hold on to their Texas farm, so when a passel of Union soldiers makes their way through on their way back to the North, the women find a possible solution to keeping their land out of the bank’s hands.
The last battle of the war, a fruitless skirmish at Palmito Ranch, was Isaack Ward’s last chance for a death of honor. When he survives the futile conflict the North lost, he and his men can only begin the long journey home. The last thing he expects is to fall ill and wake up to a loving gaze and halo of golden curls.
Recuperating on a farm somewhere in east Texas, Isaack realizes he has nothing to go home to and only love and comfort where he is. Emily’s sunshiny demeanor and caring outlook provide visions of a future he hadn’t thought he deserved.
When Emily receives word her future husband isn’t coming home, she allows herself to acknowledge the emotions evoked by the quiet soldier with the dangerous eyes. Can she learn to love the enemy?
Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She’s been writing for public consumption for the past several years. Currently, she has four romance series. In Stories of Serendipity, she explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary romance setting. In The Four Winds, she chronicles God’s four closest archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming human. In Pierce Securities, she gives us Ryan, Evan, Miriam, Zack, Quinten, and Simon. Her newest series, Book B!tches, is all about a group of women in Mystic, Texas who get into all sorts of shenanigans. She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.