Some Like It Hot (Bradshaw Brothers, 2) - Softcover

Buch 2 von 3: Razor Bay

Andersen, Susan

 
9780373777761: Some Like It Hot (Bradshaw Brothers, 2)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0373777760 ISBN 13: 9780373777761
Verlag: HQN, 2013

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"Wrong for each other" never felt more right… 

Even a lifelong traveler like Harper Summerville has to admire the scenery in Razor Bay, Washington. There's the mountains. The evergreens. The water. And Max Bradshaw, the incredibly sexy deputy sheriff. Still, Harper's here only for the summer, working covertly for her family's foundation. And getting involved with this rugged, intense former marine would be a definite conflict of interest—professionally and personally. 

Max's scarred childhood left him determined to put down roots in Razor Bay, yet one look at Harper—a woman who happily lives out of a suitcase—leaves him speechless with desire for things he's never had. He might not be big on talking, but Max's toe-curling kisses are getting the message across loud and clear. Harper belongs here, with him, because things are only beginning to heat up….

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Susan Andersen is a bestselling author and proud mama of a grown son. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband of over forty-five years and her cats Boo and Mojo. To be added to Susan’s email list to hear about upcoming releases, please visit her website at www.susanandersen.com and enter your email address on the contact page. Or become a member of her Facebook fan page at http://www.facebook.com/SusanAndersenFanPage.

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Oh, my God. Is he coming here?

Before Harper Summerville glanced out her front window to see Max Bradshaw striding up the sun-dappled trail between the evergreens on the inn grounds, she'd been enjoying her day off. It was fun puttering around the little playhouse-size one-room-plus-loft cottage that was part of her employee compensation as the summer activities coordinator for The Brothers Inn. She loved, loved, loved the glimpses she could catch from up here of the fjord that was Hood Canal and the soaring Olympic mountains beyond it. The spectacular scenery was what brought people to the little resort town of Razor Bay, Washington.

Seeing a huge, unsmiling man bearing down on her, however, made that enjoyment falter. And her heartbeat inexplicably pick up its pace.

He looked different than he had during their previous two brief meetings. Plus, the first time she'd seen him, as well as on the handful of occasions when she'd glimpsed him around town, he'd been wearing his deputy sheriff's uniform. But there was just no mistaking a guy that big, that hard-looking, that intense and contained for anyone else.

She blinked as he suddenly left the path and disappeared from view, then shook her head at herself. Oh, good show, Harper. Conceited much? Because, despite her cottage being the only one up here before the trail wound into the woods, it apparently hadn't been Bradshaw's destination. Breathing a sigh of relief—right?—she plugged in her earbuds and turned back to the couple of boxes she'd put off unpacking.

Within moments, she'd revived her earlier enjoyment. She loved seeing new places, loved meeting new people and diving into a new job that was never quite like any other. Since she'd structured her life to do exactly that, she was generally a happy woman.

Harper sang along with Maroon 5 as they played through her earbuds. As she efficiently unpacked the boxes of odds and ends her mother had insisted on sending her, she swiveled her hips and bopped in time to the music.

Thoughts of her mother's hopes and expectations for her, however, elicited a sigh in the midst of crooning along with Adam Levine. Gina Summerville-Hardin refused to believe that Harper could live very contentedly without a permanent base or a host of belongings, since making a home had been her way of coping with the constant moving from place to place that had been part and parcel of her husband's work. Neither Gina nor Harper's brother, Kai, had loved the adventure of seeing new countries and meeting new people the way Harper and her dad had.

Still, Harper had to admit that she adored the throw pillows and candles her mom had sent. They added a homey touch to her minuscule cabin. Admitting as much certainly didn't take away from how she chose to live and honor her dad's memory.

All the same, when the song ran its course, she thumbed through her playlist and pulled up her father's onetime theme song.

"'Papa was a rolling stone,'" she sang along with The Temptations as she focused on finding a place to put the other items her mother had sent, given that storage space was at a premium. "'Wherever he—'"

Something warm brushed her elbow. Her heart climbing her throat like a monkey riding a rocket, she jerked her chin downward. She stared at the rawboned, big-knuckled masculine hand touching her.

And screamed the house down.

"Shit!" Max Bradshaw's voice exclaimed as she ripped the earbuds from her ears and whirled to face him.

He was in the midst of taking a long-legged step away from her. His big hands were up, palms out, as if she had a howitzer aimed at his heart.

"Ms. Summerville—Harper—I'm sorry," he said in a low, rough voice. "I knocked several times and I heard you singing, so I knew you were here. But I shouldn't have let myself in." Slowly lowering his hands, he stuffed them into his shorts pockets and his massive shoulders hunched up. "I sure didn't mean to scare the sh—that is, stuffing out of you."

Even through the embarrassment of knowing he'd seen her shaking her butt and singing off-key, it struck her that these were probably the most words she'd ever heard him string together at one time in her presence. Drawing in a deep breath and dropping the hands she'd clasped to her heart like an overwrought silent film heroine confronted by the mustache-twirling villain, she pulled herself together. "Yes, well, intention or not, Deputy Bradshaw—"

"Max," he interjected.

"Max," she agreed, wishing she'd simply said that in the first place. After all, not only had they been introduced on the day she'd interviewed for her job at the inn but they'd attended the same barbecue just a couple weeks ago. "As I was saying—"

Her already open front door banged against the living room wall, and they both whirled to stare at the man barreling through it. From the corner of her eye, Harper saw Max reach for his right hip, where his gun no doubt usually resided.

The stranger's forward momentum carried him across the threshold and into the small room, the screen door slapping closed behind him. As he left the glare of sunlight flooding the porch, he coalesced into a tall, gangly man in his mid-thirties.

Then he was blocked from view as Max stepped in front of her. She leaned to peer around him.

"Are you okay, miss?" the man demanded, glancing about wildly. She assumed his eyes had adjusted to the dimmer interior lighting, for it was obvious from the way they suddenly widened that he'd gotten his first good look at Max. His prominent Adam's apple rode the column of his throat as he swallowed audibly.

For good reason. Max was six-four if he was an inch and probably weighed in the vicinity of two-twenty.

Every ounce of it solid muscle.

But Harper had to give the resort guest credit. He was clearly outmatched, yet while he looked as though he'd give a bundle to go back out the way he'd come in, he instead moved closer and ordered firmly, "Step away from her, sir."

"Oh, for God sake," she heard Max mutter, and hysterical laughter bubbled up Harper's throat. She swallowed it down as she watched Max do as directed.

Then she looked at the resort guest. "I'm okay," she said soothingly. "It's really not what you must think." She ran him through her mental database. "You're Mr. Wells, right? I believe your wife is in my sunset yoga class."

"Sean Wells," he agreed, shedding some of the tension that caused him to all but vibrate.

"This is Deputy Bradshaw," she said. "I screamed because I had my earbuds in and he startled me."

Sean relaxed a bit more, but he shot Max a skeptical look as he took in the bigger man's khaki cargo shorts, black muscle shirt and the tribal tattoos that swirled down his right upper arm from the muscular ball of his shoulder to the bottom of his hard biceps. "You don't look like a deputy."

The dark-eyed gaze Max fixed on him froze the other man in place. "It's my day off," he said with "Just the facts, ma'am" directness.

Harper had no idea why she found that so damn titillating.

"I just came by to ask Ms. Summerville to dinner," he added, and shock whipped her head around.

She gaped at him. "You did?" Crap. Was that her voice cracking on the last word? She hardly ever lost her poise. But in her own defense, during their previous encounters she'd gotten the impression Max viewed her as a mental...

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Verlag
HQN
Erscheinungsdatum
2013
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0373777760
ISBN 13 
9780373777761
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Anzahl der Seiten
336
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