Jaeger Dalton wants the land that was promised to him. Phoenix Ward isn’t about to let anyone take Freedom Run away from her. He’ll protect what’s his. She’ll protect what’s hers. Jaeger is an arrogant ass, but he wants nothing more than Phoenix. Phoenix is stubborn and headstrong, and she wants Jaeger out of her life. Her father lost the family farm to gambling debts, but Jaeger isn’t the only one who has a claim to the property. Sometimes it’s best to let things go. But sometimes it’s better to fight until the very end.
“You stay here,” I instruct Sarge. He simply nods and leans back on his bike.
I go to the front of the house and take the four creaky steps that lead to the front door.
I knock twice and step to the side of the heavy wooden entry that’s been covered by a sheer flimsy security door.
The big solid wood creaks open, and the first thing I see is a double-barrel pointing at my face.
My heart instantly reacts and picks up pace as it starts thumping so hard I can hear it in my ears, just pounding a strong rhythmic unyielding beat.
The hair on the back of my neck stands to attention with an alluring anticipation and excitement.
My blood hastily boils and pumps hard touching every nerve ending in my body.
My throat completely dries and it becomes difficult to swallow the huge lump sitting at the base.
Not because I’m staring down a double-barrel.
Not from sheer terror of the possibility of death.
Not for any logical reason.
My body reacts because I’m fucking turned on.