Cottonwood Falls ~
Publisher: Sensual Romance Publishing
ISBN #: 9781311299116
Two people with painful pasts can create something spectacular with
Jason “Snake” LaRue was a Navy SEAL. Now he’s not and he has trust
issues and memories he can’t forget no matter how hard he tries. His one
solace is a woman who works at the local diner who chases away the
darkness in him. But would she ever consider a man with his past?
Loretta Swann has given up art and now works at an all-night diner.
Running from her past, she up and goes when the mood strikes. Her one
shining moment a day is when the ex-SEAL graces the establishment. An
impulsive kiss makes her wonder about something more with him. But when
she learns what he wants, will she run again, or stick around to be
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Etta touched his arm and he yanked his gaze to her. She
shook her head and squeezed him lightly. Sparks shot along
his skin and his cock stirred to life. “He’s not worth it.”
She dampened her lips. “Let him go.”
He clenched before releasing the man’s dirty neck. Turning
his head he looked at her once more then walked out.
Moments later a door slammed behind him and he looked back
to see her hastening down after him. “Wait,” she said.
He paused at the door of his truck, gripping the frame.
Understanding he needed to get away and calm down, he hopped
he had the control to rein in his anger. “Yes ma’am?”
She came up to him until her shoes almost touched his. “You
just stood up for me in there, don’t you think you can call
me Etta now? Three months of seeing you nightly and all you
call me is ma’am.”
He furrowed his brow.
She shook her head. “Sorry, I’m rambling. I came out here to
thank you for what you did in there.” Her smile was nervous.
“You should be careful of those Scandrik brothers. They’re
not safe nor particularly nice especially to…to—”
“Someone like me?” Her grin turned ironic. “I know how they
view me. I don’t care.”
A ray of sunshine cutting through the dark of night, that’s
what she reminded him of. “You still stood up for me.”
“You are a veteran you deserve more respect than they were
“And what they were saying?” He couldn’t explain why he
wanted to know how she felt about it. Did she believe them?
Would she soon look at him the way so many others did?
Etta canted her head to the side. “Like I said, I’ve known
you for three months and you’ve been nothing but kind and
respectful to me. That”—she touched his arm—“speaks more to
me than any ramblings some drunk racist spouts when I know
if his brother hadn’t been with him he wouldn’t have the
balls to say anything.”
“So you’re not scared of me?”
“Should I be?”
Yes. He spun her so she was between him and the bed of his
truck. Arms braced on either side of her he leaned in
closer. “If you were smart you would be.”
She didn’t pull away, in fact, she leaned closer. “Call me
stupid then.” And she kissed him.
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