Preston
Mitchell, undercover DEA agent, has led a life of danger and obscurity. Knowing
his job would never allow a normal relationship, he’s never opened himself up
to any woman...that is until the lovely Avery Middleton stumbles into his life.
To the
outsider, Avery has it all...wealth, family, connections and a great job. But
on the inside, she’s miserable. Her social life is in the dumpster, the kooky
gal next door has some zany plans for her and her selfish mother drives Avery
to the point of insanity. Her only salvation is to get out of Charleston and
start a new life. So that’s precisely what she does. She moves to Seattle and
steps right into the path of hot and sexy, Preston.
Unfortunately
for both of them, Avery ends up being in the wrong place at the wrong time and
is now running for her life. But she’s not alone. She has a gorgeous DEA agent
protecting her and suddenly finds herself irresistibly captivated by him.
There’s only one problem. Preston carries more than his share of mental
baggage, courtesy of his job. His covert missions have put him in places and
situations he can barely stand to think about. Avery rocks Preston’s world
because she is nothing like anyone he’s ever met and something extraordinary
begins to happen between them. But
can their love survive in this world, where danger, intrigue and deception lurk
on every corner?
Here's a little teaser to wet your appetite!
Boy
oh boy, was Preston hot. Make that boiling. Scorching. Molten lava kind of hot.
Messy dark brown, slightly wavy hair that was not long but not short either.
And, oh what a mouth he had. His mouth made me want to jump on board and ride
that train for life. His lips were the perfect kind of full and every so often,
he’d run his tongue across them and I’d automatically squirm. His face was pure
angular perfection...high cheekbones with those slight hollows beneath them,
that were the perfect shape to accommodate my lips. But those eyes...my oh my.
They were golden brown, like coffee with lots of cream. I could only imagine
what they looked like right when he was...
Cheezits
Ava, get your head out of the bedroom!
“Wouldn’t
you agree Ava?” my brother was asking me.
I
shook my head and swallowed. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“We
were talking about the weather here in the summer and I was saying how much
more pleasant it is than in Charleston?”
“Oh,
yes it is.” Was my voice breathy sounding, or was it my imagination?
Preston
was wearing jeans that rode low on his hips. They were tight and he had a
superior set of buns. What would I pay to see those babies?
“Ava?
What do you think?” someone asked.
“Buns!”
I blurted out.
“Excuse
me?” Caroline, my sister-in-law, asked.
Holy
Toledo, did I just say buns out loud? What the hell Ava!!!
“Fun!
Anything sounds fun!” I quickly said.
“Ava,
you look a little flushed. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”
“Hot!
I mean no, I’m fine.” I looked across the room and my face totally flamed.
Everyone was staring at me. I had unbuttoned my blouse and was fanning myself.
I’d noticed that Preston had a gloriously hot tattoo of a sideways cross on his
arm. I think I needed to go home.
“So
Avery, where are you staying?” Caroline asked.
“Oh,
I’m at the Four Sexy. Seasons! I mean the Four Seasons.”
Oh
dear God, I need to get my act together here.
One day, on her way home from work as a sales manager, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast forward and if she didn't do something soon, it would quickly be too late to write that work of fiction she had been dreaming of her whole life. So, she rolled down the passenger window of her fabulous (not) company car and tossed out her leather briefcase. Luckily, the pedestrian in the direct line of fire was a dodgeball pro and had über quick reflexes enabling him to avoid getting bashed in the head. Feeling a tad guilty about the near miss, A. M. made a speedy turn down a deserted side street before tossing her crummy, outdated piece-of-you-know-what lap top out the window. She breathed a liberating sigh of relief, picked up her cell phone and hit #4 on her speed dial."Hello."
"Boss, is that you?"
"Why yes, A. M., who else would be answering my phone?"
"Er... right. Well, I'm calling to let you know you can pick up my luxury Ford Focus at Starbucks near the interstate."
"Why ever would I want to do that?"
"Because I quit you idiot!"
A.M. hit the end button and speed dialed her husband.
"Hi hubs, can you pick me up at Starbucks?"
"Sure... Having some car trouble?"
"Not at all. I don't have a car to have trouble with because I just quit my job."
"WHAT?!"
"It's time for a new career and I am going to be a very famous novelist."
So began A. M. Hargrove's career as a young adult paranormal romance author of self-published ebooks. Her series, The Guardians of Vesturon, centers around a family of six siblings and is a mix of humor, mystery, suspense and of course, love. Survival is her first book in the series and her second, Resurrection will be released in January.
If you're wondering, it didn't happen EXACTLY that way, but....
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