One man wants her heart. The other wants her dead…
Holding Out for a Hero, Book 1
Eleanor Owen needs to get out of Chicago and quick. It’s not that she doesn’t want to obey the subpoena to testify against her drug-trafficking ex-boyfriend. It’s making it to the witness stand alive, should a dirty cop make good on his threats.
Tiny, remote Wyattsville, Oregon looks like the perfect place to disappear, but it’s hard to blend into the woodwork when one of the town’s infamous namesakes sends her heart racing. Worse, Mr. Tall, Hot and Packing is the town sheriff, which means she should stay as far away from him as possible.
Tyson Wyatt is positive the sexy new girl in town is hiding something. Question is, what? He vows to feel out her secrets—including what she feels like beneath him. Preferably naked. Until then, he’s not buying the story she’s selling.
Their chemistry is sheet-melting hot, and Ellie realizes much too late that the man with the badge is as dangerous to her heart as her ex is to her life…
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WARNING:
A city girl on the run, and a small-town sheriff set to seduce. Explicit sex. Dirty talk. A hint of danger. Oral sex with a cupcake. Copyright © 2010 Shelli Stevens
Reviews
“A family of hot men, each with their own separate personalities and strengths, are impatiently waiting for their own perfect soul mate. I would highly this novella to anyone who likes a little mystery with their romance. It’s definitely a good read, worth every minute.” Christina, I Read Romance
“Shelli Stevens sure knows how to create one gorgeous, virile and all protective guy in Sheriff Wyatt... Going Down is comedy and passion all rolled up into one fantastic story. Even Tyson’s brother’s are a hoot to read. Ms. Stevens definitely has a way with the storyline being fun and passionate yet showing us there’s more to come. Loved it.” BlackRaven’s Reviews
“Shelli Stevens has for some time been one of my few GO TO authors. I am feeling I need a little bit of naughty romance with just the perfect amount of spice, drama and deliciously erotic love scenes Shelli’s my girl.” Book Junkie
Excerpt
“How about you, Ellie? Any siblings?” he asked, trying to distract himself.
She was quiet for a moment, before she said, “Umm. I have a brother.”
“What does he do?”
“He’s…a teacher.”
Funny, but she didn’t sound totally confident on that.
“And what do you do?” He lifted his gaze to her face again, just in time to watch the emotionless shield slide down over her expression.
“I’m a waitress.”
A waitress who could afford to rent a summer home on the Oregon coast?
“Are you? Where at?”
“It’s in Brooklyn, I doubt you know the place.”
“Try me.”
“Look, I’d rather not,” she finally said, pushing her half-eaten plate away. “We don’t really know each other, and there’re some things I’d just like to keep private.”
Interesting. She completely shut down when he probed too far into her personal life.
“Sure, no problem.” To disarm her again, he set down his fork and gave her an easy smile. “Have you seen much of Wyattville? I’d love to show you around.”
Her mouth tightened as she looked around the room—everywhere but at him.
Finally, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
She moved away from the table, her chair scraping on the tiled floor as she scrambled to her feet.
“Listen, I’m just out of a really bad relationship and I’m not really looking for anything right now.”
Tyson cocked his head and slowly slid his chair back as well. “And you think I’m looking for something?”
She swallowed hard and gave a sharp laugh. “Well, you did invite yourself to dinner.”
“Being neighborly.”
“You said you’d never done it before,” she said, obviously flustered as he approached her. Then she blurted, “And you called me pretty.”
He backed her up against the sink, until his hips brushed against hers.
“You called me sexy.”
Her eyes narrowed. “A tiny confession that I had no intention of admitting aloud—until you pretty much forced me to.”
“Define force.”
“Okay, you need to stop cornering me like this,” she said breathlessly.
He slid his gaze over her, took in the hardened points of her breasts beneath the tank top, and her uneven breathing.
“I think you like it when I do, Ellie.”
Instead of replying, her tongue darted out to trace over the mouth that was tempting the hell out of him.
His blood pounded harder and he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.
“You do like it. Don’t you?” his voice dropped an octave as he curled his fingers around the swell of her hips.
“Tyson.” His name on her lips was a breathy combination of plea and protest.
But when he lowered his head, there was no protest in her wide eyes. And before his lips could touch hers, her lashes fluttered down in submission as she leaned into him.
A wave of need washed through him, primal and potent. With a low groan, he closed that last distance, taking her mouth.
Her lips, pillowy soft and pliant, moved against his. The warmth of her breath teased him, ripped at his self-control.
He nipped her bottom lip with his teeth, using her gasp of surprise to thrust his tongue inside the hot cavern of her mouth.
He moved his hands around her hips and grabbed the firm roundness of her ass, squeezing, and then lifting her onto the counter.
Jesus. He was going to lose it. So much for being professional. But screw it, just like he’d told her earlier, he was off duty. And right now, his only duty was to see how far she’d let him take this.
And if he played his cards right, maybe all the way to the bedroom.