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You Save Me

 

Series: Born to Fly ~ Book 2

Publisher: Sensual Romance Publishing

2017

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Genre: Contemporary/Interracial

 

 

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A stubborn Texas Marine pilot and the woman of his dreams, can they make it work the second time around?

Marine pilot Captain Garrick “Paladin” Stark is back in the United States after being stationed in Japan. He loves his career but something is missing. His woman. And he wants her back.

Delaney Byrd works for the USO. One night at a club she finds herself face to face with a man she knew she’d never forget, a man who had started off as a one night stand yet lasted a year.

Garrick vows after finding Delaney this time will be different. He wants forever. Still, there’re numerous things they need to overcome. When the chance arrives for him to tell her how he feels, will she believe him? Can she look past what she is scared of becoming and accept his love?

 
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Facing him completely, she asked over the music, “Do I at least get to know your name?”

“Rafe,” he answered leaning closer. “What about your name?”

“I’m—”

“Delaney Kiojah Byrd.” A masculine voice floated out from the music and wrapped around her, causing goose bumps to explode up all over her skin.

Oh shit. It was a tone she knew well. A deep and thick lazy Texas drawl that could turn her from respectable woman to hussy craving his touch all over her. What the hell is he doing here? I must be imagining things. The way her body was reacting, Delaney knew there was no such luck for her on that front.

Rafe stared behind her, one eyebrow raised. “And you are?”

“The one who will hurt you if you don’t walk away right now.” Masculine assuredness flowed from the tone.

Without turning around, Delaney sighed. “Let me handle this, Rafe. I’ll come find you in a few.”

He glanced between the two of them. “Are you sure?”

“She’s sure,” the one behind her answered.

“I’ll be at the bar,” Rafe told her and walked off.

Spinning around ready to blast the speaker for his highhanded arrogance, Delaney promptly lost her breath. Before her stood the man she’d spent a year with. The only man on the face of this earth who knew her body as well as she did, perhaps better. A few inches over six feet, muscular body, tanned skin, black hair kept in a close marine cut, and dark sapphire blue eyes which could—and did—turn her into mush. Marine pilot Garrick “Paladin” Stark.

“First Lieutenant Garrick Stark,” she said, doing her best to ignore the pull this man had on her. “How nice to see you again.”

His gaze blazed with possessiveness as he ran it over her body, making her want to shift and tug on her clothing. Or remove it all together and jump his fine ass.

“Actually, it’s Captain Stark now.”

Captain Stark. Ohhh, that sounds so much better. “Congratulations on your promotion. If you’ll excuse me—”

“No. I don’t think so, sugar.”

She bit back her whimper at his endearment. Before he’d entered her life, she’d despised names like that being attached to her, but when they rolled off his tongue, with that toe curling Texas twang it was all she could do to stop the flood of moisture from escaping. “I don’t really care what you think; I owe the bartender a dance.”

His black lashes lowered and hid his eyes but not the fire that shot from them. “You go dance a dance with your pretty boy bartender. I’ll wait.”

Lifting her chin, she glared at him. “You seem to be under the impression I’m going to be going anywhere with you.”

“You are.” Garrick stepped closer and her body tingled and grew wetter with unrestrained desire. “Either walking at my side or tossed over my shoulder.” Lowering his face to hers he whispered, “One dance, sugar. And dressed the way you are, there’d better be a hell of a lot space between y’all. Or I’ll rip the parts of his body off him what touches you.”

It took all of her willpower not to close the minute distance between them and kiss his bow-shaped lips. “Arrogant…” she muttered before stomping off. He wasn’t ever jealous or possessive like this back in Japan.

Soon she had found Rafe and they were out on the floor dancing, but even as she moved with the handsome man her mind was upon none other than Garrick Stark. Captain Garrick Stark. After the dance, she exchanged numbers with Rafe but made her way to the side.

I can’t believe I’m letting him tell me what to do. I’m a grown woman for cryin’ out loud. Setting her jaw, Delaney prepared herself for a battle. Hot or not, I’m in charge of my life, not him. Even she didn’t believe that. 

Garrick leaned against a pillar and watched as Delaney Byrd moved across the room toward him. Arms crossed he had a hard time staying to the side while she danced with that damn bartender. His gaze moved up her form. Damn her! His cock was harder than the floor of which he stood upon. Delaney wore a leather mini skirt, with full length side zippers, a tight cut off shirt the same color as her wine hued boots, which showed her flat belly. Her dark brown hair with its coppery red highlights was gathered up and left to fall free down her back. Knee-length four inch heeled leather boots made him realize how much he’d missed her legs wrapped around him. The urge to smash every man’s face in was right at the surface.

 

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