Blurb: You can’t hide from love … or revenge.
Dodge Loving wants revenge … and he’s about to get it. On the cusp of closing a multi-billion-dollar luxury resort deal, Dodge can’t afford for anything go wrong. But then a fiery redhead shows up, the paparazzi hot on her trail, and throws his world into chaos. He has to get rid of her. Immediately.
Harper Conner just wants to be left alone, but after slapping her cheating senator ex-husband during a televised press conference, she’s a hot commodity. The ultra-exclusive resort in Wyoming seems like the ideal place to hide—and work—so there’s no way she’s letting the Type-A jerk who runs the place fire her.
Despite the animosity sparking between them, Dodge and Harper can’t keep their hands to themselves. This thing between them can’t happen. It won’t. But his mother has other ideas … and she’s willing to do whatever it takes to make sure Harper and Dodge fall in love.
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About the Author:
Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.
She fell in love with romance while reading Johanna Lindsey’s Mallory books. It wasn’t long before Avery had read through all the romance offerings at her local library. Needing a romance fix, she turned to Harlequin’s four books a month home delivery service to ease the withdrawal symptoms. That worked for a short time, but it wasn’t long before the local book stores’ staffs knew her by name.
Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.
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If Harper Conner couldn’t hide from the world in a library in the middle of nowhere in Wyoming and figure out how to become a new and improved version of herself, then she needed to hand in her ninja card—and she wasn’t about to do that any time soon, at least not until the ink dried on her newly signed divorce papers.
So she’d work, plot, and plan in the library. Cataloging and authenticating the more than two hundred books in The Retreat’s cowboy library could take a ton of time, but she’d only been hired for two weeks. It wasn’t as long an escape as she wanted, but it still allowed plenty of time for the world to forget what a naive idiot she’d been, so when she went back to Washington they’d see her as the tougher, ballsier version she’d become. Not that everyone would accept the new her, which she knew from the near daily reminders from her mother, who never met a blatant spousal infidelity she could ignore.
But alone with the musty scent of old books and the light filtering in from the floor-to-ceiling windows at The Retreat’s library, Harper could escape and plan her transformation. Books had always been her safe haven, and the job offer from May Loving couldn’t have come at a better time. She settled into her chair, several tall stacks of books hiding her from view, and she eased open a small leather-bound journal. The writing was faded and cramped with a few girlish curlicues that gave away the writer’s gender, if not her devilish nature.
Belle Starr had earned her nickname The Bandit Queen. She’d rustled cattle, stolen horses, and bootlegged whiskey on the western frontier, thumbing her nose at authority for years before dying in an ambush, killed by her own doublebarreled shotgun.
“Ain’t life a bitch?” she muttered to herself.
“You have no idea,” a male voice said from the other side of the stacks.
Harper’s surprised yelp bounced off the high ceiling, and her heart slammed against her ribcage as she jumped up from her chair. A man stood just inside the library’s door. Tall—at least six-foot-four—he had warm brown skin, thick muscles, a movie star face and moss green eyes that sent a jolt of electricity beaming straight down to the center of her cherry red panties. He’d scared the bejesus out of her, but that didn’t account for the awareness keeping her feet nailed to the ground. Sweaty, in running clothes, and more than a little bit pissed off, he had an aura of power and danger that twisted girls up and left them begging for more. Harper inhaled a shaky breath. She might need to sit down.
“I’m Dodge Loving.” He stalked forward, all business. “Are you Harper Conner?”
That name sounded vaguely familiar. Because it’s your name, Harp. Pull it together. “Yes.”
He hesitated, seemingly searching for words on the wide hardwood planks that made up the floor, before raising his head and straightening his spine. “You’re fired.”
“What!” Her knees gave out, and she plopped down into the chair. Thank God she had plenty of padding on her ass, or the force of her crash landing might have broken her tailbone.
“You’re on the first flight out tomorrow. We’ll arrange for a car to take you there right away.” He peeked over her book wall. “How quickly can you be packed?”