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eBook by Aubrianna Hunter
eBook Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance
eBook Description: Siochain means 'peace' in Gaelic, which is precisely what Bree was looking for when she divorced her ex-husband and moved to a small town in the mountains. Her life is calm, if somewhat solitary until she meets Shane Connolly the local Sherriff. He immediately disrupts her peace of mind, and slowly disrupts everything else. Which might be exactly what she needs. Shane is small town Sherriff, which is what he wants out of life. Until he bumps into Bree. The instant chemistry between them finds him thinking of her more than he should. And with the danger lurking in his once peaceful town, now is not the time for him to be distracted. Can these two find a way to make it work? Or will past fears and present danger keep them apart?
eBook Publisher: Sugar and Spice Press, Published: 2012
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2012
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Oh no. Time. She had to go. It was three forty-five, and she had to be home by four to meet the kids. As Bree grabbed her purse and ran out the door, she tried to decide if she had time to stop for coffee or not. She tried to eat healthy and avoid caffeine, but the occasional soy mocha latte was her personal guilty pleasure. She deserved it today. She was celebrating after all.
She grabbed her coffee and was running, or rather scurrying, to her car, while digging in her purse for her keys. She was officially late. The coffee had taken longer than she'd planned, and the kids would definitely beat her home. They were more than old enough to be by themselves, but she tried to be there when they got home each day. It was her own personal commitment to herself so they never doubted that they were her priority. Building a business took a lot of time, and they had needed the routine and reassurance of Mom being home after the divorce. Now, it was just important to Bree to keep being there. Finally, she found the keys. I really should get a smaller purse. And answer the ringing phone! Just as she laid her hands on her phone, she walked headlong into a wall. And immediately fell backward, smack onto her derriere.
As she looked up, she realized it was not a wall, but a man. A very tall, very solid man. And he was now wearing her coffee all down the front of his obviously expensive leather coat.
"Oh no! Oh, I'm so sorry. I was in such a rush. I should've been paying more attention to where I was going. I was just trying to answer the phone. It's my kids calling, and then I just ... Oh, where's my phone?" As Bree scrambled around on her knees to pick up the phone, the keys, and everything else that had fallen out of her purse when she dropped it, she kept babbling, "I'm really terribly sorry. I never do this. I am just running so late."
Finally, the voice broke through. "Ma'am, excuse me, ma'am. It's really okay. It's a little coffee. No big deal."
She saw his hand reaching for her keys and trying to help her pick everything up. As she finally stopped rambling and looked up, she looked into the deepest green eyes she had ever seen in her life. They were like pools of Irish moss. They were like her dream. She froze in mid scramble, her breath rushing from her body. Her dream came back to her with perfect clarity, the desire, the pleasure. All of it. She felt her body start to respond before she could stop it.
As Bree realized that she had gone from babbling to staring, she felt the blood rush into her face. In her embarrassment, she immediately stood up at the same time he did. And smacked her head right into his.
"Ouch ... damn. I should really come with a hazardous warning label," she mumbled under her breath. "I'm sorry. Really. My name is Bree, Aubrianna actually, and I feel just awful about this."
"Yes, you said that already." His lips quirked up in a small grin.
Oh God, his voice was just as amazing as his eyes. Finally, Bree decided to take in the rest of the man. He was every bit as tall as the wall she'd thought she had run into. He had to be at least six-foot-three. And he was solid. Very solid. He had rich, dark hair that for some reason, she would have loved to touch. And his chin and cheek bones could have been carved from stone. It is so not fair that one man gets all of that in one package. He wasn't really handsome in the movie-star way. He was more ... stunning. Maybe a little dark, a little intimidating. Okay, she was staring again.
"I guess I did. Here, let me get you my card. Please, have everything dry-cleaned. That coat looks expensive. Send me the bill. If it can't be cleaned, just let me know what I owe you. I just work over there at Siochain. And here, my cell is on the back in case you don't catch me at work. Again, I'm really sorry ... umm, what was your name?"
"Shane. Shane Connolly. It's not a big deal. Are you okay, though? You fell pretty hard. And you seem a bit flustered."
"Oh, no, really, I'm fine, just distracted. And I insist on paying. Please, it's the least I can do."
"Okay, then let me repay you for knocking you down. Let me buy you dinner tonight."
"Oh, umm, no. No, thank you. I was the one who caused the fall, and trust me, it is not the first time I have fallen on my a..." She cleared her throat. "Well, anyway, I'm fine, but I really need to be going now. Again, I'm sorry, and I will look for that bill in the next few days."
As she walked away, Shane couldn't help but watch. She had just walked into him, fallen flat on her butt, was wearing half her coffee, and she still walked with the grace of a gazelle. Not to mention the backside he was looking at was well worth watching. Firm, round, and tight. He looked down at the card. Aubrianna Daniels, Wellness Consultant. What exactly was a wellness consultant anyway? Well, he would have to pay Ms. Daniels a visit. She was someone he would definitely like to get to know better.
Shane looked up at his buddies and saw the twin smirks. Apparently, he had been staring a bit too long at the fascinating Bree. What was her last name? He glanced down at the card again and saw that it was Aubrianna Daniels. The Aubrianna suited her, but Daniels was just a little too ... pedestrian, somehow.
"Hey, Shane, maybe we should get back to the station? Or did you want us to follow her? I guess we could always put a tail on her." This came from Josh.
"Or maybe we should arrest her. She actually turned down a dinner invitation with Mr. March. I'm not sure I've ever heard of that happening! Although it was pretty cool to see. In fact, I might be in love with her, just for her good sense," Brett piped in. "In fact, maybe I could bring the receipt in to her, and see if I can get a date! What do you think, Shane? If I pay your cleaning bill, can I bring her the receipt?"
Finally, something managed to process through the fog around Shane's brain. Unfortunately for him, he didn't have time to slow down his automatic response to the thought of Brett going out with the lovely Ms. Daniels. Instead of answering the question with a good-natured joke, or even a, "Go ahead, less trouble for me," Shane snarled. Apparently, the sound and the accompanying glare were enough to set his friends off laughing again.
"Let's get back to the station, you two. We have a meeting in ten minutes." Shane stomped away, leaving his pals still laughing behind him.
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As Bree walked away, she could only think that man was dangerous. And dangerous was the last thing she needed in her life. Throw in the fact that he was gorgeous in a way words could not describe and she just knew he would be trouble. She would have to make sure she was out of the office when he came by.