This is the third book in a series where the plot points carry over. All plot points will be resolved by book FIVE – the end of the series.
This is a sweet style romance.
With her heart at war with her mind, Lisa’s need to chase dangerous fun over boring responsibilities tugs at her emotions. Love is the last thing she expects to find, especially with her past revolting against her future.
The only love Ryan’s heart has room for is for his motherless son. But, when he finds himself yearning for Lisa, Ryan has to convince himself and her that he’s all the thrill she’ll ever need.
Will Lisa’s past destroy their future before either of them can accept the true meaning of love?
Pick up the first two in the series-
Bonnie R. Paulson mixes her science and medical background with reality and possibilities to make even myths seem likely and give every romance the genetic strength to survive. Bonnie has discovered a dark and twisty turn in her writing that she hopes you enjoy as much as she has enjoyed uncovering it. Dirt biking with her family in the Northwest keeps her sane.
And now the excerpt~
Swinging the door open, she planted her hand on her hip and lifted her chin. “Yeah?”
The man turned revealing his tawny coloring and intense brown gaze. “Good morning, Ms. Trinkett. I hope I’m not catching you at an inopportune time.” He shouldered his way into the small room, his size shrinking the room to playhouse scale.
Internally, Lisa moaned and not in a good way. “Mendez. What do you want?” She crossed her arms over her chest, wishing she’d donned a bra before tossing on her slight clothing.
The federal agent didn’t even look at her as he perused the apartment like she had a drug cartel stored under her couch cushions and an illegal arms dealership in her cabinets. He studied every corner before finally settling his cool gaze on Lisa.
Arching an eyebrow, he clenched his jaw. “Ms. Trinkett, I thought I made myself clear at the rodeo. Be straight with me and there won’t be any problems.” He lowered his voice and stepped closer, suddenly zeroing his gaze on hers. “But mess with me and my investigation and…” His voice trailed off as he held her gaze.
But Lisa had been threatened by the best of them. She dropped her arms and took a step into his space. She growled from behind teeth that refused to part. “Don’t push me, Mendez. I don’t care who you’re with. I can’t give you information I don’t have. Now get the hell out of my place.”
He retreated, but only a few inches. Considering her, eyes hard with aggression, the agent didn’t speak for a long drawn out moment.
Lisa held her ground, not moving, not relenting under his sabre-like stare.
Switching gears, he became affable and grinning, the whites of his teeth dazzling. “Did you see that girl ride the horse at the rodeo? The one in a wheelchair? She did great. Nice to see traditions adapt.” He turned to the door, pulling it open as he turned back to face her. “Did you know her name is Sara Beth? Just like another girl on Caracus’s list of offspring. Just like you.”
And with that he disappeared, closing the door behind him.