It only took me two years...yeah, sorry about that, but a long last Tristan's book has arrived, A Dash of Desire.
He wants to tame her…
After losing his wife to her wild ways at a young age, Tristan
moved on to follow a higher calling. He finds comfort in helping others and has
no intention of inviting drama back into his life. That is, until temptation
blows into town.
She wants to corrupt
him…
Riley is a foul-mouthed, bad-tempered, and bitter soul. Down
on her luck and on the run from another terrible decision, the last thing she
needs is a soul-saving hottie pushing his way into her life.
But
will they end up destroying each other?
Taming Riley becomes an obsession for Tristan. With his
reputation on the line and Riley’s heart on the table, can Tristan find a way
to keep both? It only takes a dash of desire to ignite a flame when this savior
and sinner collide. But this is one inferno that could end up destroying them
both.
Copyright © 2014
Charity Parkerson
Excerpt: All Rights Reserved
His cologne hit her first. Heaven and chocolate.
“Could you use a hand?”
The voice…southern whiskey. Hers refused to work as the
full impact of him came into view. Soft blond hair and light blue eyes gave the
impression of an angel. Seriously. Riley was certain they sang. On the other
hand, the devil chuckled, because his body was made for sin. Six feet of sinewy
muscle, reminding her of a runner. Wide shoulders unafraid of hard labor. God.
Damn. Obviously mistaking her silence for fear, he stopped a few feet short of
her and held the umbrella out for her to take. At this point, it was useless,
but Riley still accepted.
“I’m Tristan.” Oh, it so wasn’t right that his name was
freaking sexy too, and she looked like a drowned rat at the moment.
She held her hand out.
“Riley Henderson,” she said, finally managing to find her voice. Dropping his
gaze, Tristan didn’t accept. His eyes darted away. Taking note of the black
gunk covering her palm, Riley swiped it down the front of her shirt almost
groaning aloud when the black streak appeared in its wake. The dumbass move
reminded her of an important fact. Her shirt was white. It was soaked. The
headlights on his truck weren’t the only things shining.
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