Trouble by Avery Flynn
Release Date: June 27th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Trouble, an all-new sexy standalone from Avery Flynn is coming June 27th!
Synopsis
A high school reunion is about to get down and
dirty and a whole lot more complicated in this new romance from USA Today
bestselling author Avery Flynn.
Brains and a badass attitude. That’s all
troublemaker Leah Camacho took with her when she left Catfish Creek. She’d
promised herself she’d never go back, but when the invite to her tenth high
school reunion arrived along with the chance to show everyone who doubted her
what a success she’s made of herself, she couldn’t resist. However, when she
discovers a 15-carat, stolen diamond in her rental car’s glove box, there’s
only one man she can turn to for help—the same sexy, stubborn domineering man
who’d smashed her heart all those years ago.
Sheriff Drew Jackson knew a long time ago that
Leah Camacho was nothing but trouble and has sworn to never get caught up in
her again—no matter how damn sexy she is or how badly he’d failed to forget
her. But, when the woman who test drove his heart right into a concrete wall
rolls into Catfish Creek with some serious bad guys on her tail, it’s up to him
to keep her safe—even if that means guarding her hot bod 24/7 without giving
into temptation or losing his mind.
Excerpt
Spinning the
wheel as he hit the brakes, he came to a stop behind the sports car at an angle
that blocked it from reversing. Drew got out of his truck, keeping the open
door between him and the other car and flicked open the leather strap on his
hip holster that kept his sheriff's office-issued 9mm locked in place.
"Get
out of the vehicle," he hollered.
The car's
driver's side door opened wide. The first part of the driver to appear was one
shapely leg wearing skin-tight denim punctuated with scuffed up black Doc
Martens. Some sort of danger alarm sounded in Drew's head, but not the kind
that warned of bullets or other bodily danger. A woman got out, facing away
from him, her hands up and her dark hair a long silky curtain that led his
attention straight down her back to the high curve of her ass poured into those
jeans. Parts of him that had no place in police business sat up and noticed.
Her ass was a testament to the reason why society required women to wear full
dresses for so long—because men were weak, lust-addled idiots when it came to
asses like the one that looked more than a little familiar to Drew. His gaze
snapped back up as his internal alarm went from quiet buzz to all-out blare. He
knew that ass, that hair, and those damn boots.
"Turn
around," he ordered.
She did. Her
lush mouth—one he knew far too well—was compressed into a tight line, her
attention focused on something behind him. Leah Camacho was back and with her
always came trouble—for him, for his sanity, and for the part of him that still
thought of her at opportune moments in the shower.
"Drew,"
she said, making his name sound like a curse and a promise. "Get on the
other side of the door."
Listening to
Leah Camacho was the last thing he should be doing, but he did it anyway for
reasons he didn't understand. Just as he rounded the door, an extended cab
pickup truck turned the corner. The tires were big, the windows dark, and the
speed was slow. As it puttered by, Drew looked it over and mentally confirmed
it didn't belong to any of the usual suspects in Catfish Creek. Of course, the
high school reunion was bringing in lots of folks who hadn't been here in a
while. At the corner, the truck sped up, peeling away from the stop sign and
taking a hard right back toward the highway.
"Who
was that?" he asked, the smell of burnt rubber drifting back toward them.
"No
f$%&ing clue but they've been on my ass for the past hour," she said,
reaching up and winding her long hair into a knot on the top of her head—the
move emphasizing her amazing tits and making Drew's mouth go dry. "I
didn't realize I'd be stopping on your turf."
He bet not.
After what happened last time they were together, she'd made avoiding him into
an art form. However, the fact that he was the law in town, however
temporarily, meant avoiding her was an impossibility because wherever Leah
Camacho went, trouble was sure to follow. He glanced down at exhibit A.
"What
happened to your tire?" he asked.
"No
clue," she said, her voice tight with a lie. "I must have run over
something."
Drew
squatted down and took a closer look at the tire. It didn't have a tear, it was
just gone as if it had been a blow out. If Leah had run over something big
enough to do that, she would have realized it.
"What
in the hell is going on, Leah?"
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About the Author:
Avery Flynn is an award winning,
USA Today bestselling romance author. She has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.
She was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.
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