Brandy
Carver was living her dream of making clothing for real, every day women. When
she gains the wrong kind of attention from a man that doesn’t have “no” in his
vocabulary there’s only one action to take—returning home where she’s safest,
and where she can finally breathe once more.
Anthony
“Crank” Romero, former Marine turned gentleman farmer, is willing to admit he’s
a bit of a ladies man. The truth is he’s only looking for the right woman.
Finding her when she’s got trouble on her tail wasn’t his plan, but he’s not
about to argue when he’s tasked with keeping her safe.
Discovering
Brandy’s interests in the bedroom makes Crank realize they are perfect for each
other. Knowing he can’t let her go, not when she’s his perfect other half,
he’ll do whatever is necessary to ensure that they have a chance at their fated
love.
WARNING:
Anal Play
Excerpt
His
phone ringing brought him out of the workout zone he’d fallen into. It also
nearly caused him to drop the weight on his own foot. Thankfully, he managed to
catch it—just.
Grabbing
up his phone, Anthony frowned at the caller ID. “Crank here,” he said.
“That’s
creepy, dude, stop that,” Rhys Hollister said to him.
He
couldn’t have stopped the grin if he’d wanted to. “Crank does whatever Crank
wants.” He knew how much the third person speak irritated Rhys. It was half the
reason he did it around his former CO.
“I
will beat you within an inch of your fucking life, Tony.”
Snickering,
he let it drop and eased to sit on the workout bench. “What’s up, boss man?” he
asked in all seriousness.
“I
need to ask a favor, and yes, this will be on me.”
“Okay,
what do you need?” he asked cautiously. While he’d do anything for Rhys, or the
other men from his unit, that particular phrasing had him slightly worried and
mildly curious.
“You
may recall the Carvers took a hit the other day.”
Yeah,
he did. “The youngest was killed, wasn’t she?” he asked quietly.
“So
we all thought. Turns out it was a decoy she’d hired to keep the psycho who
thought he owned her off her tail while she made her way home. Only the guy, a
Colton Brody, got to the woman who was using Brandy’s name, cards, and so
forth.”
“Son
of a bitch,” he breathed out. “Was she dating the guy or something?”
“One
date from what Brant and Frank told me. The guy latched onto her and isn’t the
sort to let her go. He’s highly possessive from all the pieces of information
we’ve gathered. He also is part of the NYPD family. His father’s a cop, his
father’s father, and so forth. They have huge history with the force.”
“And
cops protect cops,” Anthony said. Yeah, he knew how that went. The mythical
Blue Line wasn’t really all that mythical if you went head to head with a cop.
All you ended up with was an entire force out to get you. Not good.
“Yeah.
She’s filed paperwork with IA up there, but says that anything against the Brodys
tends to magically disappear if it isn’t misfiled, or incorrectly filled out.
Funny how that shit tends to happen with the most rotten of the bunch.”
Rhys
sounded pissed. Perfectly understandable from Anthony’s point of view. “I take
it that Brant’s going to do something with his connections?” It was his baby
sister, after all. Of course the man would do something.
“Yeah,
and Frank as well. Not quite sure what that particular Carver has planned.
Quite frankly, I don’t think I want to know. I like the plausible deniability
of things when it comes to shit like that.”
Something
else Anthony understood fully. Snorting out a laugh, he rubbed a hand over his
head. “So what do you need from me?”
“They
need someone to help keep a watch on her. While they are busy digging into
Brody’s life, his family’s lives, and everything else to do with them on top of
the NYPD, they need someone to protect her.”
“Guard
dog duty then,” he said.
“More
or less, yeah. It’ll be more than that. Oh, and I should mention Theresa’s
fully on board with this. It was her suggestion, actually. Mostly I think
because she knows her own boys and how overprotective they can get.”
“Smothering
is the word you’re looking for, Rhys.”
“Shut
up,” he muttered.
He
grinned. Rhys was a big brother as well, so he damn well knew the point Anthony
was trying to make. Especially since Rhys’s own baby sister was married into
the Carver clan. To Brandy’s twin no less.
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