“We’re
not friends. We’re not going to be friends.”
No, they’ll be so much more…
No, they’ll be so much more…
It is time to go back to Colorado in COMING HOME TO CRIMSON by
Michelle Major
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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“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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