Freewill bound…
Greg
Rainwater lost a piece of himself in the deserts of Iraq, a piece that his
Shaman great-grandfather would call his soul. After months of grueling physical
therapy at Mike’s Place, he’s still empty. When his discharge papers arrive,
Greg has no idea where to go until A.J. calls and invites him to Freewill. The
ranch turns out to be exactly what he needs—hard physical labor, horses, and
the mountains soothe his injured soul. If only Old Man Crane’s
granddaughter didn’t look at him with such scorn in her eyes… Determined to put
her out of his mind, he signs up for a one-night stand.
Under
her skin…
Stuck in
Freewill, Georgia Crane gave up her own dreams to look after her grandfather.
She hates small towns, she hates busybodies, and she really hates outsiders,
but she adores her grandfather, so she stays. If only the old man wouldn’t keep
wandering off. The self-proclaimed medicine man insists on walking the hills
and the mountains, communing with nature and the spirits. Her frustration
increases when a new arrival encourages his lunacy. Not content to hunger
after the man replacing her in her grandfather’s affections, Georgia signs up
for a one-night stand.
Sexual
healing…
When Greg
is paired with Georgia, his blood boils—the woman turns him inside out.
Georgia’s as shocked as he is…after all, this is the guy her grandfather keeps
wandering off with. Stuck together for the evening, distrust turns to
attraction and irritation to desire, but can they bridge the distance in just
one night?
EXCERPT
The
beautiful woman marched straight for them and sent all the blood in Greg’s body
south. He’d spent most of his time on the ranch or at Mike’s Place. The women
he knew were therapists, Marines, sailors—or A.J.’s girlfriend. This lady, with
her mane of midnight black hair, sun kissed skin, and soft pink lips reminded
him of all he’d been missing, a sprite of nature given living, breathing form.
“I’m
sorry, son,” Crane muttered and picked up his pace. “Georgia…”
“Don’t
you Georgia me.” The beautiful sprite turned into a fire-breathing dragon,
right down to the heat flaming in her eyes. “You’re supposed to be taking it
easy, Grandpa. This—?” she waved her arms toward the ranch and included Greg in
her sweep. “Is the complete opposite of taking it easy.”
“I’m
fine. Georgia, this is—”
“I don’t
care who this is.” She exhaled a hard breath and looked at
Greg. “No offense. I’m sure you’re very nice. I know you served, and we’re
grateful. But this is my grandfather you’re dragging all over the back of
beyond, not one of your Marines.”
“Georgia
Crane.” The older man frowned.
“No.
You’re an hour late. You didn’t tell me where you were going. You didn’t leave
a note. I’ve looked for you everywhere. If I hadn’t run into A.J., I wouldn’t
know where you were now.” She held up a bottle and shook it. “You’re supposed
to take this, on schedule, three times a day. You can’t skip.”
Anger
tightened the lines around her eyes and her mouth had a hard pinched look. Greg
hadn’t encouraged the older man to take a long walk, but he hadn’t discouraged
him either.
“It was
good to meet you, Greg.” Crane turned away from his granddaughter pointedly and
offered his hand. Greg shook it. “Don’t forget to keep listening.”
“I won’t.
You two all right to get back to town?” He didn’t doubt for an instant the
little firecracker could handle it, but in her current frame of mind, they
might need a mediator.
“We’re
fine.” The older man didn’t seem hurried. “Georgia, this is Greg Rainwater.”
“Mr.
Rainwater.”
“Miss
Crane,” he echoed her tone.
“Grandpa,
come on. You need your meds and probably something to eat with them. We can
pick up sandwiches on the way.” She may as well have acted like Greg wasn’t
there, but since the pair seemed likely to engage in an argument at any moment,
he left it alone.
After she
loaded her grandfather in the car and walked around to the passenger side, she
set her fierce gaze on him again. It raked him from head to toe before she gave
him a grudging nod, although her expression didn’t ease one iota.
He stared
after the car long after it disappeared into the distance and he listened.
If only
he was certain what he listened for.
MARINE IN THE WIND
Always a Marine #15
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A national best selling author, Heather Long lives in Texas with her family and their menagerie of animals. In addition to military romance, Heather writes a wide variety of romance from paranormal historical western romance to contemporary romance and romantic suspense. She loves characters and the stories they have to tell.
As a child, Heather skipped picture books and enjoyed the Harlequin romance novels by Penny Jordan and Nora Roberts that her grandmother read to her. Heather believes that laughter is as important to life as breathing and that the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus are very real. In the meanwhile, she is hard at work on her next novel.
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