For the last few months I've been sharing excerpts from Turnaround Farm, but today I'm sharing from another book, Never Trust a Pretty Wolf. We'll begin with Chapter One.
Blurb:
Liesel Wolf has a secret, a dangerous secret she’ll go to any lengths to conceal. When she’s paired in a charity game with sexy marshal Andy Bryce, a man with secrets of his own, her carefully constructed world comes crashing down, and Liesel’s on a collision course with her past.
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Excerpt:
Chapter One
Last week:
Tony passed a steaming cup of coffee to Andy. “You know why, and it’s a perfectly normal reaction. You aren’t Superman even though you try to be.”
“I have no idea what you mean.”
“Andy...”
Andy tried his best frown on Tony. “Look, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“But...”
“If you won’t drop this topic of conversation I’m going home,” Andy warned.
Tony threw his hands up in surrender. “All right, you win. Here. Read the rules for Melton’s game. It’s for charity, you know.”
He thrust a glossy, colorful pamphlet at Andy, who scowled like a maniac. “I don’t want to participate in this thing, Tony, and you know it. If you think it’s so cool, do it yourself.”
“Can’t.” He smirked at Andy. “Melinda’s folks are visiting us that week. If I don’t stay at home to help entertain them, Melinda will kill me.”
“I have no idea what you mean.”
“Andy...”
Andy tried his best frown on Tony. “Look, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“But...”
“If you won’t drop this topic of conversation I’m going home,” Andy warned.
Tony threw his hands up in surrender. “All right, you win. Here. Read the rules for Melton’s game. It’s for charity, you know.”
He thrust a glossy, colorful pamphlet at Andy, who scowled like a maniac. “I don’t want to participate in this thing, Tony, and you know it. If you think it’s so cool, do it yourself.”
“Can’t.” He smirked at Andy. “Melinda’s folks are visiting us that week. If I don’t stay at home to help entertain them, Melinda will kill me.”
This week:
Andy groaned and cursed under his breath.
“Children.”
“Children.”
Rebuked, Andy subsided and threw the pamphlet back at Tony who caught it right before it landed in his coffee. “Just tell me what it says.”
Tony rolled his eyes. “You’re the soul of graciousness, Andy. Okay, it’s simple. Geocaching is a game that’s played with a GPS unit.”
“A real GPS unit?”
Tony nodded.
Tony rolled his eyes. “You’re the soul of graciousness, Andy. Okay, it’s simple. Geocaching is a game that’s played with a GPS unit.”
“A real GPS unit?”
Tony nodded.
