Citizen Soldier Series/Book 2: Mason
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Jill is a chocoholic with a big heart, a flair for baking and confection, and a knack for getting into predicaments, including the one where she was almost financially ruined by her ex. Now she’s in a new town, with a new business, and is determined to stay away from trouble. Especially, the gorgeous guardsman with the haunted gaze, brooding expression and miserable attitude. Her days of helping people were over. She was tired of being taken advantage of and was looking forward to getting back on her feet. Too bad her new business venture puts her in daily contact with the sexy man.
Who would’ve guessed chocolate penises would lead her on a path to financial freedom?
A loud knock reverberated through the silent car. Jumping straight up, she hit her head off the roof. Pain radiated across her face, again. “Ouch.”
Unable to make out more than shadows, she twisted the key and pushed the button to roll down the window. With her heart hammering in her throat, she prayed an axe murderer wasn’t on the other side.
“Are you okay?” a familiar voice asked, and it took her a second to focus on the handsome man in fatigues.
Her mind registered the National Guard uniform with the name WYNE on his chest, while her body registered just which of the four gorgeous Wyne brothers stood outside her door.
Mason. The grumpy one. Serious one. Cute, drop-dead gorgeous one. The one whose mere presence always interrupted her pulse and sent a tingle to all her neglected good parts.
But he was a man. And she was off men. For over a year-and-a-half now. So, her body was just going to have to starve because she was still fasting.
“Jill?” Another face appeared. Another Wyne brother. The youngest. The friendliest. Keiffer. “Is that you? Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she finally answered, pushing at the air bag. “I got in a fight with this and lost.”
“What the hell are you doing out here?” Mr. Grumpypuss asked, withdrawing a huge knife from his ACUs—Army Camouflage Uniform—and stepped closer. “Turn your head and close your eyes,” he ordered before she even had a chance to answer his question.
A second later, she heard a huge pop, and felt a burst of air. When she opened her eyes and turned back around, the airbag was deflated, and she could breathe a little easier.
“Well?” Gaze dark and narrowed, Mason stared down, handsome face creased with aggravation as snow blew all around him.
“Thank you,” she replied.
Muttering under his breath, he shoved the knife back into his pocket. “No, I mean why the hell are you out here? The interstates are closed.”
She glanced at Keiffer, who was wearing a strange expression on his face as he stared at his grouchy brother. Then he transferred his gaze to her and a slow smile slid across his lips.
Whatever the younger Wyne was thinking, she knew she didn’t like it. Nor did she appreciate his brother’s tone.
Lifting her chin, she stared right at the irritated man. “What does it look like? I drove out here so I could hit a pothole, lose control of my car and ram a tree because I had nothing better to do than aggravate you.” She tilted her chin higher. “So, are you going to rescue me, or should I wait for another patrol to go by?”
If they were out on the roads in uniform, then the National Guard had definitely been activated, and she was more than happy to wait for the next team, even if her chattering teeth balked at the idea.
And to show she didn’t care for him or his attitude, Jill pushed the button and rolled the window back up. There. Let Mr. Grumpypuss deal with that.
A second later, she heard Keiffer’s laughter disappearing in the distance, and she blew out a breath that frosted in front of her. Okay, so she put one Wyne in his place and made the other laugh…but she was still stranded. And cold.
…And stuck in the snow with a broken car, and probably a broken nose.
A shiver, that had nothing to do with the frigid temperature, raced down her spine. Thank goodness she had been going slow. Hitting a tree at a high rate of speed usually ended much worse.
The passenger door suddenly swung open and a very handsome, very pissed off Guardsman folded his large frame into her car and slammed the door.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she stammered like the idiot she was.
“Waiting with you.”
“Why?” She blinked, and sucked in more air from a car that suddenly felt very cramped. Mason’s hot body took up the front seat while his presence filled the back.
“Because our Humvee broke down up there, and we were waiting for another to arrive with some parts my brother needed when we spotted your lights,” he replied, his voice aggravated, his gaze cold and intense as he leaned closer. “You’re stuck with me until they arrive. Keif went back to toy with it some more. You got a problem with that, sweetheart?”
Donna Michaels is a NY Times & USA Today bestselling award winning author of Romaginative fiction. She writes romance through the H’s—Hot, Humorous & Heartwarming and lives in Northeastern Pa where she experiences all four seasons, although, she wouldn’t mind hanging onto summer a bit more and winter a bit less. She is married to a career military man, and together they have four children, and an assortment of rescued cats.
She writes several genres but enjoys writing cowboy and military heroes, and loves when she can combine the two. Good things happen. Her Uniform Cowboy (Book 3 in her Harland County Series) is a finalist for Best Romance and Best Book in the BTS eMagazine Red Carpet Book Awards, and Cowboy-Sexy with The Wild Rose Press is currently being translated into Japanese and will be going through a name change and marketed by Amazon Publishing this year. Writing the Citizen Soldier National Guard series is close to home for her, in both location and heart, and she hopes you enjoy their stories and the intermixing of both the Harland County Series and its spinoff Citizen Soldier Series.
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