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THE HEART BREAKER
BY TARA L. AMES
Working on a classified project, aerospace engineer Sabine Reynolds discovers a major miscalculation right before she’s forced to spend an evening out on the town with her bosses. Assured they’ll address it in the morning, Sabine enters a bar and is unprepared for the burning attraction between her and the owner, who pursues her for a night of pleasure. Set ablaze, she needs to bolt out of there before she breaks her good girl rule and gives in to her desire.
Navy Instructor Pilot and co-owner of JD’s Seafood Bar & Grille, Luke Hastings has his wings, but he’s no angel. He’s known for leaving a stream of broken hearts in his wake until Sabine lures him in with her sexy blushes and shy ways. Thinking he’s gone to heaven after meeting her, he soon learns they’re both working on the same project and someone’s after her. Hell, he doesn’t know which one is more dangerous, the ruthless killers chasing them or the sweet engineer threatening his heart.
Editorial Note: Edited for language.
“Holy Mary, Mother of God.” Luke Hastings stood behind the bar and slammed down a cold beer in front of Tory Nolan, a friend and fellow naval aviator. “We got two bogeys, behind you.”
Seated on a stool, Tory wheeled his head around. “I’ll take the one dressed in pink.”
Luke stood behind the bar and shook his head, filling an order calling for five Margaritas. Man, he thought Tory would’ve gone for the dark-haired one in the black sundress. The guy had a penchant for brunettes. For Luke, the chick in the pink dress would’ve been the safer one of the two. She wasn’t the type you’d bring home to mama, unlike her shy friend. On second thought, maybe that’s why Tory had picked the blonde instead.
His friend took a sip of beer and let out a low laugh. “It amazes me the way you can zero in on hot chicks. You’re a walking-babe-radar.”
“Hey, what can I say?” Luke shot him a grin.
Tory shook his head. “Ethan was so unlike you. He had his eyes set on only one girl and you—hell, you got ‘em on all of them.”
Luke whipped a towel over his shoulder and wished it would whip away the pain. It was two years. Two effin’ years since his kid brother was killed landing a helo, along with a team of Navy SEALs on board, by a group of insurgents deep inside enemy territory. That had been the worst day of his life. The second was the year before when he lost Lansing, a good friend and a damn good wingman, in a crash landing.
Ah f*&k. Why did Tory have to mention Ethan? Lips thinned, Luke poured the Margarita mix into the last three cups, then set his gaze back on his mark. What a gorgeous sight to take his mind off his sad, ugly shit.
Just a few yards away, the pretty chick in the black sundress weaved her way through the crowd like a skittish deer, ready to flee at a moment’s notice, with her doe-like eyes on high alert. Man, there was nothing sexier than a woman behind framed glasses with curves in all the right places and hair the color of midnight pulled back in a bun. His imagination ran wild as he visualized himself undressing her, starting first with the glasses, then freeing her hair. Was it long or short? Straight or wavy? Hell, he would have to stay away from her. She wasn’t the Friday night, hook up kind of special. And those specials were definitely his type of women.
But man, her dress, high at the neck, covered two perfectly shaped breasts. He could only dream they’d make a nice, big handful. Bare legs tan, slender and long, she wore strappy sandals with ribbons wrapped around each ankle, tied into a neat bow. He never knew ankles could be so sexy. He eased out a breath and delivered the five Margaritas to a group of customers waiting eagerly for their order.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught one of the drunken bikers leering at the skittish deer. What was up with that? Dammit. Now, he was trailing her. Luke didn’t want to go and play hero. Not tonight.
Tara L. Ames is a Michigan native with a penchant for creating highly sensual empowered stories about brave sexy men and strong-willed women. You can find her Alpha Aviators Series on most retail sites, coming this summer. Now living in Florida, she is actively writing another series in between taking care of her family, reading and enjoying the sun. Qigong/Tai Chi/Sudoku are her three biggest addictions besides chocolate.
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Amazon Author Page amazon.com/author/taralames
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