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THE RIGHT RANGER
The Men of At Ease Ranch #3
Donna Michaels
Releasing June 12, 2017
Entangled Lovestruck
Haley
Wagner’s life just got a lot more complicated. As if turning her struggling
ranch around isn’t tough enough, she’s forced to call him for
help. With his hard eyes and even harder body, Cord is an irritatingly sexy
contradiction of hot and cold. How can she possibly hide her embarrassing
secret when just looking at Cord is a combustible event?
Former Army
Ranger Cord Brannigan has a secret, too. He promised his fallen teammate he’d
protect the tempting, fiercely independent Haley from a distance, but now
they’re stuck together for three weeks. Alone. Keeping his hands off will
take every ounce of control he can muster. And that control is slipping…
Excerpt
As
soon as he cut the engine outside the barn, he heard a large crash from inside
followed by a slew of curses.
Haley.
With
his gut knotted tight, he crossed the yard and entered on a sprint.
“Haley…Jesus,” he muttered, finding her underneath a pegboard and a pile of
tools. Sharp ones. Shit.
“Now
you show up,” she scoffed.
He
hoisted the peg board and tossed it aside. “What the hell happened?”
“Had
a fight with a wall and lost.” A smirk twitched her full lips and gleamed in
her whiskey gaze.
“That’s
not funny.”
“Damn
straight.” She frowned. “It hurts like a bitch.”
He
ran a hand through his hair. “How the hell did you manage to knock this over?”
“Quite
well, actually.”
Smartass.
He
knelt beside her and leveled his gaze on her. “That’s not what I meant, and you
know it.”
“Did
I?” She tipped her chin and narrowed her eyes. “Hard to tell underneath all
that accusation and condemnation dripping from your tone. I’m not one of your
Rangers, Warlock. That hard stare of yours won’t work on me.”
Christ.
He didn’t need this shit.
She
made to get up, pushing a few tools out of the way, and that’s when he noticed
the blood dripping down her arm.
“Stay
still,” he ordered, grasping her unharmed arm to hold her steady. “Let me have
a look.”
A
quick inspection deemed it deep but not stitch-worthy, thank God. He yanked off
his shirt and wrapped it around her arm, ignoring her gasp as he tied it tight
until he could get her in the house for some proper first aid. But he didn’t
want her moving until he examined the rest of her body for injuries.
With
his training kicking in, he ran his hands over her, noting a small cut on her
cheek, another on the back of her hand, and a bruise on her other wrist, no
doubt from covering her face.
“You
okay?” he asked, staring into her dazed eyes. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”
She
blinked and focused her gaze on his face, then shook her head after she opened
her mouth and nothing came out.
Christ.
His
insides twisted when he took in the mash of clippers, hammers, screwdrivers,
and pliers scattered around them. She was lucky. So damn lucky.
After
helping her to her feet, he bent to scoop her in his arms.
“W-what
are you doing?” She wiggled as he carried her across the yard, trying his damndest
not to notice the soft curves brushing his chest.
“Taking
you inside to fix your arm. Stay still.” Awareness already spread through his
body, waking up parts that had no business enjoying the feel of his dead
friend’s widow cradled against him.
Haley
grunted. “I can walk.”
“Good
to know,” he replied, but continued to hold her as he stepped onto the porch.
“Get the door.”
With
a loud sigh, she reached out and twisted the knob. “Okay, you can put me down
now.”
“Where’s
your first aid kit?” he asked, ignoring her protests.
She
closed her mouth and stared at him, her eyes twin pools of pissed-off brown.
God, she was gorgeous. And damn, he did not need to have his arms full of her
hot curves.
He
muttered an oath. “You can keep quiet all you want, but I’m just going to stand
here and hold you until you tell me.”
Even
if it killed him.
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Donna Michaels is an award winning, New York Times & USA
Today bestselling author of Romaginative fiction. Her hot, humorous, and
heartwarming stories include cowboys, men in uniform, and some sexy, primal
alphas. With a husband in the military fulltime, and a household of nine, she
never runs out of material to write, and has rightfully earned the nickname
Lucy…and sometimes Ethel. From short to epic, her books entertain readers
across a variety of sub-genres, and one has even being hand drawn into a Japanese
translation. Now, if only she could read it.
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