After reading about these SWAT boys, I swear I’m not having my husband fully utilize his SWAT gear for all that I need!!
These men are yummolicious!!!!! I’m so excited to see the next generation of SWAT guys and FREE, Dixie Warden and whomever else’s folks get their stories. It’s almost better than the first time around. Almost. Because let’s be honest, nothing is ever as good as the original!
But Dax and Rowen do come awfully close. Their story is just one for the record books. Full of sexual tension and heat, hilarious banter, and a shared love and history of family that most will never have. It was everything that was needed for a strong foundation of a fantastic relationship.
The way Dax is with Rowen, right from the start, even at her lowest point- made me fall head over heels for him. It cemented the fact that Dax Tremaine is one of the best that there is. Hands down. And Rowen? Bless her heart. Y’all this girl was the target of the meanest and ugliest troll you could imagine, and she handled it with more grace and beauty than I have ever seen. I loved them, all of them.
I can’t wait to see what happens with the next couple, and am so glad that it’s coming soon!!!
Let’s do a calendar, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.
Well, they—i.e. Kilgore Police Department’s public relations specialists—were wrong.
Now, every time Dax Tremaine walks around a corner, the women of Kilgore, Texas can’t help calling him Mr. January.
Mr. January, can you fix my flat tire? Mr. January, can you cuff me? Mr. January, can you sign my boob?
It goes from bad to worse when even on a SWAT call, the women won’t stay away.
***
It was the worst time of her life. Rowen Roberts had finally admitted to herself that the man she loved would never love her back. She was just fired from her job for violating client confidentiality, and to make matters worse, she’s held up at gunpoint in a convenience store where she only wanted some ice cream to help mask the pain.
The moment the gun is pressed to her forehead, she knows she has a decision to make. Follow the rules and maybe possibly live, or go down swinging where at least she can salvage just a little bit of her dignity.
And when Mr. January himself tells her to do what the gunman says, she’s had enough. Rowen has never really been a girl that does what she’s told. Mr. January won’t have to save her. She can dang well save herself.
Let’s do a calendar, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.
Well, they—i.e. Kilgore Police Department’s public relations specialists—were wrong.
Now, every time Dax Tremaine walks around a corner, the women of Kilgore, Texas can’t help calling him Mr. January.
Mr. January, can you fix my flat tire? Mr. January, can you cuff me? Mr. January, can you sign my boob?
It goes from bad to worse when even on a SWAT call, the women won’t stay away.
***
It was the worst time of her life. Rowen Roberts had finally admitted to herself that the man she loved would never love her back. She was just fired from her job for violating client confidentiality, and to make matters worse, she’s held up at gunpoint in a convenience store where she only wanted some ice cream to help mask the pain.
The moment the gun is pressed to her forehead, she knows she has a decision to make. Follow the rules and maybe possibly live, or go down swinging where at least she can salvage just a little bit of her dignity.
And when Mr. January himself tells her to do what the gunman says, she’s had enough. Rowen has never really been a girl that does what she’s told. Mr. January won’t have to save her. She can dang well save herself.
Lani Lynn Vale is a Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author of over thirty titles. She is married with three children, two dogs, to cats, a donkey, and a couple (a couple meaning over twenty) chickens. She hails from the Great State of Texas. When she's not writing, you can find her curled up in her favorite chair reading.
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