By: Amber Malloy
Genre: Interracial Romance/ Action
One psychotic soldier was to blame.
Years ago, Skye Everwood survived a vicious assault, and now, she’s losing her eyesight as she faces her worst nightmare… Her attacker is back to finish what he started.
When the love of her life unexpectedly shows up at her restaurant, she knows it’s not a coincidence. Skye never understood why Bodhi King disappeared after that fateful day. Their plans to get married went up in smoke, just like her dreams to stay in the JAG Core. Unsure if she can trust him with her heart—let alone her life—she searches to find answers to why he left in the first place.
The town wasn’t what Bodhi King had expected. On the three-hour plane ride
from New York, he’d imagined something dusty and outdated. Other than the high
level of humidity, he could admit he’d been wrong.
Glory, Louisiana was a quaint city with nice houses and an even better shopping
district. Impressed, he parked the Ford truck across from the Wine Bar.
“I freaking love this.” Grinning from ear to ear, Jason played a quick drum solo
on the dash before he opened the door and stepped out. An immediate change seemed
to come over him once he switched from his business suit into a pair of jeans and T-
shirt. Everything about his demeanor morphed into uncorked energy.
“Why the hell would she stay here?” Bodhi asked, joining Jason at the front of the
truck. From the minute he’d gotten the news about Goodwin Industries’ little plan to
take over the city, the same thoughts collided in his head on repeat.
“Probably had no choice,” Jason replied, holding out his hand for the keys.
“Where the hell are you going?”
“Small towns are nice and simple. All the money goes into the pretty downtown
area for the tourists, while they hide their dingy dives at the edge of the county line.
Besides, I have no intention of bearing witness to this awkward shit.”
At a good 6’5”, Jason stood taller than him by at least one inch. Crazier than a
betsy bug, he never held his tongue. Bodhi dropped the keys in his friend’s hand and
prayed that bailing him out of jail wouldn’t be added to his long list of things to do.
“Don’t you think it’s about time you saw her?” Jason asked.
Considering Jason had never experienced a relationship longer than a month,
Bodhi was hard press to take advice from him. “She might not want to see me,” he
admitted, glancing at the swanky restaurant Skye owned. The place loomed in front of
Amber Malloy dreamed of being a double agent but couldn’t pass the psyche evaluation. Crushed by despair that she couldn’t legally shoot things, Amber pursued her second career choice as pastry chef. When she’s not writing or whipping up a mean Snickers Cheesecake, she occasionally spies on her sommelier. Amber is convinced he’s faking his French accent.
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