Name of Editor: Juli’s Elite Editing
Name of cover designer: Phycel Designs
Word count: 50,065
Official genre of book: romance
Fire alarms, car accidents, and wildfires. Those used to be
the biggest things Ryan had to worry about. Not what he was going to
have to say to a judge in order to be able to see his own daughter more than
once a month. The politics of divorce only served to spin up his
temper and make him a cold-hearted bastard to his fellow firefighters, his
friends, and even his family.
In the middle of all of this drama, Ryan found a
friend. A friendship which exploded in his mind once he
found out she was a widow; her husband having been killed while deployed in the
Middle East. Ryan felt like Lindsay was a living piece of his
soul.
Can Lindsay hold him together through the trials of having his daughter
abducted? Can she show Ryan that love is what binds people
together, especially during a time of strife, showing him the way to
happiness?
His cell phone rang at ten minutes to eleven that evening. “Jeffries,”
he said answering it.
He couldn’t understand the person on the other end. They were
intermittently yelling and crying – all he knew was it was Wendy’s voice on the
phone. So he waited patiently for her to finish whatever fit she was having at
that moment. It was normal for her to just scream and yell on the phone, not
making a lot of sense until she thought she had said what she wanted. He could
live a long life without her constant drama scenes.
“You done?” he asked, when the voice was quiet.
“Yes,” she said. “I want you to bring Kristen home to me
tonight.”
“She’s sound asleep and it’s eleven o’clock,” he countered.
“I’ll drop her off at school in the morning.”
“I’ll call the police. I’ll tell them you kidnapped her.”
The threat didn’t even faze him. “Go right ahead, Wendy. I’ll have
Kristen’s school come and testify that you continually neglect to pick her up
after school. It’s starting to become a habit with you. What the hell is that
all about?”
“Fine,” she said, a huffy tone in her voice and ignoring his question.
“You’re an asshole, Ryan.”
She hung up the phone and Ryan smiled to himself, knowing he had won
this battle, small that it was. He leaned his head back against the couch,
closing his eyes against a raging headache. Never again, he said to himself. I
will never let a woman in my life again. Just not worth it. Ryan was
thirty-three, six-foot-five, two-hundred-twenty pounds, with red hair and green
eyes – not like he had issues with women admiring the way he looked. He’d catch
women watching him all the time; he just wasn’t ready to jump into anything
after all of the chaos he’d gone through with Wendy. It would take a very
special woman to change his mind. He liked being able to do as he pleased
without having to worry about any repercussions.
Jeanine Binder grew up in a small town in California on the outskirts of
Palm Springs, where the Hollywood celebrities liked to vacation. After thirty
years, she packed up, moved to Arkansas where she still lives today. Her
hobbies include her writing, reading good books, and seeing exotic places
(loves to go on cruises).
Writing has always been a passion and hoping the next twenty years will
bring many enjoyable books for others to read.
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