Hanover Brothers Book #1
March 19, 2013
The Hanover brothers inherited some bad behavior from their con artist father. Now three strong women will make honest men out of them.
After ten years in the Army and four overseas deployments, Declan Hanover is ready for life away from a military base. Sweetwater, Oregon, a sleepy coastal town, seems like the perfect place to start over. His plan is to work out a deal with his brothers and the bank to let him keep the estate they’ve inherited, Shadow Hill. But he wasn’t prepared for Leah Baron, whose family lost everything to his father’s cons—including the house Declan intends to make his own…
Leah thinks Declan is just like his conman father. He possesses a bad boy charm that makes her heart pound, but that doesn’t mean she can trust him. All she wants is to get close to him so she can get her house back. But Declan has other ideas. He doesn’t mind being in close proximity to Leah—as long as it’s in the bedroom…
Thank you for having me here today to talk about my upcoming release, NO TURNING BACK. The hero and heroine in this one – Leah and Declan – have a rough ride. They have to deal with family baggage, distrust, and a heaping load of attraction. It's the last one that trips them up.
What I love about this hero is the mix of rough and decent inside him. He's a former-military alpha dude who overcame teen anger issues and the crushing weight of having a famous con artist for a father to be tough but fair. And he'll even pump your gas…no, that's not a euphemism. He does it. Check it out:
It was as if the man had a magnet in his ass.
If Declan ventured from the house, she seemed to find him and stumble over him. This time at the gas station. Leah had been singing off-key to a song on the radio and generally trying not to think about her meeting with him tomorrow night and she conjured him up. She’d postponed the meeting to Sunday to have a day away from him and to put her argument together. So much for planning.
She had seriously considered riding around on an empty gas tank over pulling in next to him. But Bob, the owner of the mini-mart stepped out and her cover was blown. She turned off the ignition and stared out the front window. It was either that or glance over and see those faded jeans and that impressive butt, the same one on full view as Declan bent over the hood of his truck. Clearly the Hanover gene pool excelled in the looks department.
She opened the door, keeping her eye on him the entire time. The goal was to sneak along the side of the car, play it cool and get the hell out of there. She got to the tank and whipped the cap off.
He cleared his throat. “I can see you, you know.”
Well, damn. “I know how this looks.”
He walked over and lifted the gas nozzle for her and started pumping her gas. “Like you have a significant stalker issue? Lucky for you I’m not the litigious type. I’m also not convinced I want you to go away.”
The move was so natural and non-threatening that she stepped back and let him do it. She tried to remember if any man had ever offered to pump her gas or just done it to be helpful. If this was part of some elaborate con to prove he was decent, she understood why men like Charlie were so successful. The moves worked. The charm reeled you in and you got hooked.
His words finally registered. “Wait . . . what?”
She reached for the hose. “I can get that.”
He set the lock and let the meter click as the tank filled. “It’s under control.”
“Are you going to pay for it, too?”
“If you need me to.”
Oh, lord, that smile. With the body and the face it amounted to a triple punch to a woman’s control. Smashed her common sense into a million pieces.
Much more of this and she’d be making him dinner. “Should I be worried?”
“About?” He put his hands in his front pockets. The move lifted his tee and showed off that sexy tattoo again.
Why couldn’t he have a duck or a naked woman or something totally unappealing? “You being nice to me.”
“Maybe I’m a nice guy.”
That was starting to be her concern. If he was who he appeared to be, then all those years of running around and investigating were a waste of time. Worse, her father would never accept news of a good-guy Hanover and she’d get stuck between the men and infuriate her father when she refused to ruin Declan. Not a battle she relished.
“Don’t sound so impressed with yourself,” she said, her voice more gruff than intended because of the thoughts running through her head.
He gave his eyes and neck an exaggerated roll. “We’re not going to fight, are we? Because I haven’t had my coffee yet and think I may need caffeine to do battle with you.”
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