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Series: Cottonwood Falls ~ Book 4

Publisher: Sensual Romance Publishing
December 2014

ISBN #: 9781311600271
Genre: Contemporary/Interracial
Format: Ebook



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Sometimes that first touch is the only spark needed

Vance Hendrickson works hard at his garage, content with his life, right up until he gets a call that leads him into the life of one Kendria Bonher. She’s running from something and he wants to protect her with a ferocity that stuns him.

Kendria is used to a different world than one gets in the small town of Cottonwood Falls, Georgia but finds herself falling not only for the town but the mechanic who makes her emotions race off the chart. Can his quiet confidence help her find the bit she needs to confront her past allowing her to have a future?


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Kendria stood beneath the pulsing spray of the shower and allowed herself to cry. Her frustration had crested and flowed over like lava from a spewing volcano.

Why can’t he leave me alone? Even as she asked, she knew the answer. Joe wasn’t a man who would be letting things go. He hated to lose.

“Not that I was ever his to begin with.” Didn’t matter. Joe had his own crazy world of thoughts. She turned her back and stepped into the water streams once more. A sound reached her, and it had her shaking her head. “I’m getting jumpy.”

Wrapped in the large towel, she left the bathroom, and walked out to sit on the bed. Once there, she reached for her purse. A twinge in her arm reminded her of her injury and the fact she’d yet to attend to it. “Damn it.”

She flipped through her wallet and checked out her money situation.

“Thank God for being frugal.

She left it sitting there and padded to her small suitcase. Two outfits. “This ain’t going to cut it.”

Dressing in jeans, t-shirt, and her tennis shoes without socks this time, she went to the door and opened it. Her heart kicked up at the sight of the jacked up truck she’d first seen moments before she’d gotten her first look at Vance. Casting her gaze around, she searched for him among those in the parking lot.

“Looking for me?”

She gasped and barely bit back squeal. He leaned against the wall, a piece of grass in his mouth.

“Come to deliver bad news?” He lifted a dark eyebrow. “About the car,” she amended.

He grinned. “Yep. You’re stuck here.”

She sent him a playful scowl, loving how he could make her forget anything but him. “Really?”

“At least until I’m done with you.”

Words that held a much deeper but not-so-subtle meaning. She propped herself against the doorframe, grateful it was her uninjured arm. “Sounds menacing.” He made her smile and relax. Feel safe. And desirable. All experiences she wanted more of.

“Are you scared?”

“Not even remotely.” And, those words had never been truer. With him, she hadn’t the slightest bit of fear. She leaned in closer, allowing his rich scent to fill her nostrils. “Are you?”

He raked his gaze over her, sending more moisture to her needy pussy. The grin that kicked up his lips didn’t help.

“Hell, no. Anticipatory.”

She concurred. “So, what’s wrong with my car?”

“Nothing much. I’ll have it up and running in a few days.”

“So, you’re just telling me—”

“You’re stuck. Come on.”

She exited her room, purse in hand. “I could use some clothing. I don’t have enough to be here for a few days.”

He stepped up close to her, lips brushing her ear. “I have a shirt you’d look perfect in. Maybe even two.”

His warm breath gave her shivers. Her nipples drew tight, and she nearly tripped over her feet. He snaked an arm around her middle, bringing her back against him. More specifically his hard cock.

“A shirt or two? No pants? Boxers?” She cast a teasing glance at him over her shoulder. “Are you a boxers or briefs man? Possibly commando?”

“You’ll find out soon enough. I’m fine with you wearing nothing but my shirts. No panties at all.”


“Confident.” He walked beside her. “Do you eat pizza?”

“Of course, who doesn’t eat pizza?”

He shrugged. “Just asking first. Good, I have some in the truck.”

Sure enough, a large box sat on the passenger seat. She lifted it and climbed up, favoring her arm as best she could without giving anything away. The seat beneath her was warm.

“Where are we going?”

“Garage. I have some more work to finish up. I just stopped to grab some food.” He hurried around and got the engine started.

“Never eaten in a garage before.” She readjusted her grip on the box. “Don’t know if I’ve ever been in one.”


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