by C. Shell
Genre: New Adult Romance
Life is hard.
Chloe knows this better than most. After losing her mom to cancer, she is left to pick up the pieces. The bills are piling up and with only a few months left of schooling, Chloe's got some tough decisions to make.
A final letter from her departed mother opens up a world of opportunities but they come at a cost.
Forced to move to another city with a father she's never known, Chloe digs her heels in determined to do things at her own pace. Her new lifestyle is fit for a queen but Chloe prefers a simple life, one that isn't complicated and doesn't include the Davenport brothers.
Ryan sees Chloe as a problem that needs to be dealt with. She pushes his buttons and drives him crazy with her smart-ass mouth and sexy body. With his future on the line, she holds the power to ruin it all. With tensions running high sparks will fly and tempers will flare.
The pounding only grows heavier, leading me to finally snap.
Jumping from the bed, I wrap the sheet tight around my body and stomp my way to the front of the house. A small voice in the back of my head is screaming at me, telling me that I'm making a big mistake. I'm beyond caring. I'm on a mission to do harm and the pompous ass on the other side of the door is my intended victim.
Unlatching the lock, I throw the door open and come face-to-face with a guy not much older than myself. Keeping the sheet held close to my chest, I give him a quick once-over. My mouth goes dry as I scan his six feet of defined muscles, angular jaw, and unique slate gray colored eyes. He's gorgeous. In another life, I might blush and get all giddy to find a guy like him on my doorstep, but that's not my reality. I’m pissed and the don't-fuck-with-me vibe he's putting off in spades has my hackles rising.
I cock a hip against the door frame and match his scowl with my own. “Who are you and what did my door ever do to you??
“Are you Chloe Collins?”
Are you kidding me right now? I cock a brow at him, wondering who he is and why he’s darkening my doorstep. “The one and only,” I respond, my tone as dry as the Sahara. “What's it to you?”
His scowl shifts until he is baring his teeth. “You've got ten minutes and not a second more to get your ass dressed and out of this house. Nathan will be here in five with the movers to load your shit and haul it over to storage.”
My mouth falls open. I hear what he's saying, but my brain is having a problem processing his words. Before I can respond with a quip of my own, David steps up behind me and opens the door wider. He stares at our unwanted guest with a scowl of his own.
“What's going on?” David's question balances precariously in the air.
I shake off my stupor. “Good question,” I respond, my voice more growl than not. When the only response I get is a tap on his watch, indicating my limited time, I let out a frustrated sigh.
“Who are you?” I ask.
The guy scoffs, his face a mask of irritation “Did Ddaddy forget to tell you about us?”
“My brother and I,” he clarifies. Crossing his arms over his broad chest, he stands to his full height and cocks his head to the side as he glares down at me. “Nathan is our guardian. We live with him.”
C. Shell lives in the hot state of Texas with her husband and two beautiful girls Romance books are her obsession. One that includes a bad boy or an alpha male who knows what he wants is her own personal version of heaven. She finds the happy endings and endless possibilities of books alluring and addictive. When she is not thinking up her next kick-ass character, she is working in the community rescuing dogs.
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