“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:
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.
