About
COMING HOME TO CRIMSON
Escaping
from a cheating fiancé in a “borrowed” car, Sienna Pierce can’t
think of anywhere to go but Crimson, the hometown she swore she’d
never go back to. And Crimson sheriff Cole Bennett has a lot at stake
in keeping the town on an even keel. On the surface, they have
nothing in common. Unfortunately, there is nothing superficial about
their feelings for each other!
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HOME TO CRIMSON:
“I’m sorry, officer,” she said automatically,
fanning her hand in front of her face. “I was having a bit of
trouble taking off my jacket around the seatbelt. I’ll be more
careful.”
“License and registration, ma’am.”
The rumbly voice gave her pause and she sat back,
glancing up into the face of a man who could have been the direct
descendent of some Wild West lawman. The firm set of his jaw and
rugged good looks seemed like a throw back to the era of John Wayne,
although he wore a modern law enforcement uniform of a beige button
down and black tie, khaki pants and a gun clearly tucked into the
holster at his waist.
The button clipped above his shirt pocket read
‘sheriff’. Okay then, the real deal.
And not feeling all that friendly if the tight line of
his mouth was any indication. She couldn’t see his eyes behind the
mirrored aviator sunglasses but imagined he was glaring at her.
“Of course,” she said and pulled her wallet out of
the Louis Vuitton purse on the passenger seat.
“You know texting and driving is against the law,”
he said as she handed him her driver’s license.
“I was having some sort of bizarre hot flash,” she
blurted. “Not texting.” Even now she could feel the silk tank top
clinging to her skin. “Anger induced, not hormonal,” she felt
compelled to add, her cheeks flaming.
One thick brow lifted above the frame of his sunglasses,
and Sienna resisted the urge to fidget.
“You were also driving twenty miles above the speed
limit.”
“I certainly was not.” Sienna rolled her eyes. “I’d
never drive that fast.”
“Ma’am—”
She pointed a finger at him. “I don’t like your tone
when you call me ma’am.”
“I clocked you at eighty-five and it’s a sixty-five
mile an hour zone that drops to forty-five as you come into town.”
He paused then added, “Ma’am.”
Sparks raced across Sienna’s skin. Somehow his tone
had gone from patronizing to sexy-as-hell in one word. She had no
idea what had possessed her to try to goad this small-town sheriff
into a reaction, but her body’s response to him was totally
unexpected.
And bothersome.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated. “This isn’t my car
so I’m not used to how it drives.” The truth was she’d been too
preoccupied with mentally trash talking her cheating ex-boyfriend to
realize she was driving recklessly. Kevin’s fault as well.
“Who does the car belong to?”
“I don’t know.” She flipped open the glove
compartment. “I assume it’s a rental. I took it from my
ex-boyfriend.”
The sheriff leaned forward, his hands resting above the
driver’s side window. The fabric of his shirt pulled tight across
his arms, revealing the outline of corded muscles. “As in you stole
it?”
“No,” she answered immediately. “I…it wasn’t
quite like that.” She closed her eyes and drew in a breath. In
fact, it was exactly like that.
She’d taken a private shuttle from the Aspen airport
to the upscale hotel where Kevin had made a reservation. She’d
originally been scheduled to come on this trip with him, three days
in the mountains of Colorado with a few meetings thrown in to make it
a legitimate business expense. Sienna hadn’t been back to Colorado
in almost two decades, and to make a trip so soon after her estranged
brother’s visit to Chicago last year…well, it had been too much
to even consider.
Yet in the end she couldn’t stay away. Kevin had acted
so disappointed she wasn’t coming, dropping subtle hints that he’d
planned to pop the question in Aspen. So she’d taken a red-eye into
Denver then a commuter plane to Aspen, thinking how fun it would be
to surprise him.
She’d surprised him all right, in bed with another
woman.
Could it get more cliche than that? Her life had been
reduced to a cliche.
“How about we start with the registration?” the
sheriff asked, his voice gentling as if somehow he could sense what a
mess she was on the inside.
That infuriated her even more. Sienna didn’t do
vulnerable. People around her saw what she wanted them to see, and
the thought that this mountain-town Mayberry lawman could see beyond
her mask made her want to lash out at someone. Anyone. Sheriff Hot
Pants, for one.
She dipped her chin and looked up at him through her
lashes, flashing a small, knowing smile. “How about I write a
healthy size check to the police foundation or your favorite
charity…” She winked. “Or you for that matter and we both go on
our merry way?”
“Are you offering me a bribe?”
She widened her smile. “Call it an incentive.”
The sheriff took off his sunglasses, shoving them into
his front shirt pocket. His eyes were brown, the color of warm honey,
but his gaze was frigid. “How’s the thought of being arrested as
an incentive for you to hand me the registration?”
He smiled as he asked the question. His full lips
revealed a set of perfectly straight teeth in a way that made him
look like some sort of predator. “Or perhaps you’d like to step
out of the car and I’ll handcuff you? Another viable option,
ma’am.”
Author
Bio:
Michelle
Major grew up in Ohio but dreamed of living in the mountains. Soon
after graduating with a degree in Journalism, she pointed her car
west and settled in Colorado. Her life and house are filled with one
great husband, two beautiful kids, a few furry pets and several
well-behaved reptiles. She’s grateful to have found her passion
writing stories with happy endings. Michelle loves to hear from her
readers at www.michellemajor.com.
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