Book #2 now available!
Release Date: Nov. 16, 2020
When a terrible storm takes Quentin on a detour, he finds something far more dangerous than tornados and hail; he finds Jessica, who threatens to leave a gaping hole in his heart.
Jessica is running from more than a storm. A painful secret from her past has left physical as well as emotional scars. Although she finds herself falling for Quentin, she flees the safety of his company, convinced he’d be better off without her.
Unfortunately, trouble finds her before Quentin does. Freeing Jessica from a would-be kidnapper is just the beginning. Convincing her to forget her past proves to be an even tougher challenge as he persuades her to return with him to his Texas home.
The door clicking open woke her with a start. Her eyes sprang open, and she gave herself a good once-over. Relieved to be covered with a blanket and wearing a flannel shirt, she held onto the buttons with one hand and sat up. It took her a second to piece together the night before. A quick glance out the window revealed a clear, blue sky. The sun was just starting to come up over the truck stop.
“Sorry if I frightened you. I stalled as much as I could to let you sleep. I bought you a cup of coffee,” Quentin said, as he offered her a cup with a warm smile. “I wasn’t sure how you like it, so I brought a little of everything.” He climbed into the cab and placed a cup next to her filled with flavored creamers, half and half, sugar, and two types of artificial sweeteners.
“Thanks.” She glanced at him shyly, still unsure what to make of him. “That was thoughtful. I drink it just black though.” No one could be this nice.
“I’ll make a mental note. Your clothes are still drenched so I got you these, too.” He tossed a plastic bag at her. “A T-shirt and some shorts like sweats. Says Wisconsin on the ass, but they looked like they’d fit. Sorry, they don’t sell no skivvies. You’ll have to go commando.” He winked, causing her stomach to flip-flop.
“Wisconsin? Is that where we are?”
“Yes, ma’am. You want to use the restroom? Or maybe you want to leave my company?”
“I’d like to go farther, if that’s okay with you.”
“The offer is good for as long as you want. It’s been a while since I had a seat cover as nice lookin’ as you.”
She wouldn’t let herself show a reaction one way or another to his comment. “I would like to use the washroom, if you don’t mind waiting for me.”
“Go ahead. I’ll step out of the cab for a minute so you can get yourself situated. I suggest you get them britches on before you go in.” He winked at her again, before he closed the door.
She climbed over the back and changed. When she crawled back over, he was just outside the driver’s door. Again her stomach flip-flopped. His southern accent and way of talking were rather sexy. How bothersome.