fingers, he lumbered
closer. Three of his football teammates flanked his sides.
“No way.” She tossed the rake aside, snatched the keys, and
stuffed them into her jacket’s inside pocket.
“Hey, what the hell?” Kevin’s hand reached for the keys, then
formed a fist. Built like a linebacker, he towered over her—a large, imposing
giant. He’d inherited her share of height along with his.
“I said no.” She craned her neck to keep their gazes connected.
His eyes narrowed. “You can’t tell me what to do. I’m not a kid
anymore. Hand ’em over.” Enough. She pointed toward the street. “Party’s over.
Everybody needs to walk home now.” “You can’t kick my friends out of here.”
“I can, and I did.” Heat spiked through her limbs and tightened
her stomach. Being ten years older and the person who paid all the bills and
Kevin’s tuition, she not only had the right, but the responsibility to shut the
party down. After all, he was the only reason she’d abandoned her dream career
at a wealth management firm in New York City, returned home, and settled for a
job with the local accounting company.
Kevin wrapped his hand around her elbow. “Give me my keys.”
She jerked her arm away, and her nail scraped her neck. “Damn it.
Kev, back off.”
A kid as tall and wide as a refrigerator stood at her back. “Come
on, Sam, lighten up.”
She glared at him before she focused on her brother. “The keys are
to my car, and you’re not allowed to drive it right now. Go inside and drink
some water or coffee to sober up.”
Large, meaty hands grabbed her arms from behind and manacled her
wrists. “Don’t be such a killjoy, sweetie.”
She twisted against the iron grip. Her pulse pounded like a
jackhammer in her chest. “Go home, all of you.”
Kevin grabbed her jacket. His knuckles whitened, and he tugged her
toward him, knocking her off balance. His aggression sent tremors up her spine.
With adrenaline coursing through her system, she kicked out. Her
knee connected with his thigh. “Get off me.”
“Let her go.” A deep, rich baritone barked out the order. Large
hands gripped the collar of Kevin’s coat and pulled him away.
Jason Black, Sam’s best friend and six feet four inches of
chiseled perfection, filled her view, blocking her from Kevin, and facing down
the goon holding her wrists. His leather jacket outlined shoulders as wide as
cinder blocks. Hazel eyes sparked a warning at the group of guys huddled around
them. “Go home. Now.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
SUSAN SCOTT SHELLEY is an award-winning author of
contemporary romance. For as long as
she can remember, she has been in love with Love and all the sweeping grand
gestures, heart-sighing moments, and quiet comforts it entails.
In addition to writing romances, she is also professional
voiceover artist and enjoys lending her voice to a wide range of projects.
An unapologetic optimist, she believes life should be lived with
laughter and a sense of wonder. Her favorite things include
running, sports (especially football and hockey), hard rock and
old Hollywood movies.
She currently resides outside Philadelphia with her very own
Superhero and spends her days writing about tough heroes, smart heroines, and
love being the strongest magic there is. For news, information, and more, visit
her website: www.susanscottshelley.com .
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closer. Three of his football teammates flanked his sides.
“No way.” She tossed the rake aside, snatched the keys, and
stuffed them into her jacket’s inside pocket.
“Hey, what the hell?” Kevin’s hand reached for the keys, then
formed a fist. Built like a linebacker, he towered over her—a large, imposing
giant. He’d inherited her share of height along with his.
“I said no.” She craned her neck to keep their gazes connected.
His eyes narrowed. “You can’t tell me what to do. I’m not a kid
anymore. Hand ’em over.” Enough. She pointed toward the street. “Party’s over.
Everybody needs to walk home now.” “You can’t kick my friends out of here.”
“I can, and I did.” Heat spiked through her limbs and tightened
her stomach. Being ten years older and the person who paid all the bills and
Kevin’s tuition, she not only had the right, but the responsibility to shut the
party down. After all, he was the only reason she’d abandoned her dream career
at a wealth management firm in New York City, returned home, and settled for a
job with the local accounting company.
Kevin wrapped his hand around her elbow. “Give me my keys.”
She jerked her arm away, and her nail scraped her neck. “Damn it.
Kev, back off.”
A kid as tall and wide as a refrigerator stood at her back. “Come
on, Sam, lighten up.”
She glared at him before she focused on her brother. “The keys are
to my car, and you’re not allowed to drive it right now. Go inside and drink
some water or coffee to sober up.”
Large, meaty hands grabbed her arms from behind and manacled her
wrists. “Don’t be such a killjoy, sweetie.”
She twisted against the iron grip. Her pulse pounded like a
jackhammer in her chest. “Go home, all of you.”
Kevin grabbed her jacket. His knuckles whitened, and he tugged her
toward him, knocking her off balance. His aggression sent tremors up her spine.
With adrenaline coursing through her system, she kicked out. Her
knee connected with his thigh. “Get off me.”
“Let her go.” A deep, rich baritone barked out the order. Large
hands gripped the collar of Kevin’s coat and pulled him away.
Jason Black, Sam’s best friend and six feet four inches of
chiseled perfection, filled her view, blocking her from Kevin, and facing down
the goon holding her wrists. His leather jacket outlined shoulders as wide as
cinder blocks. Hazel eyes sparked a warning at the group of guys huddled around
them. “Go home. Now.”
Click here to buy Tackled by the
Girl Next Door now!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
SUSAN SCOTT SHELLEY is an award-winning author of
contemporary romance. For as long as
she can remember, she has been in love with Love and all the sweeping grand
gestures, heart-sighing moments, and quiet comforts it entails.
In addition to writing romances, she is also professional
voiceover artist and enjoys lending her voice to a wide range of projects.
An unapologetic optimist, she believes life should be lived with
laughter and a sense of wonder. Her favorite things include
running, sports (especially football and hockey), hard rock and
old Hollywood movies.
She currently resides outside Philadelphia with her very own
Superhero and spends her days writing about tough heroes, smart heroines, and
love being the strongest magic there is. For news, information, and more, visit
her website: www.susanscottshelley.com .
Please click
here to be redirected to Susan’s Amazon Page.
Please click here for
Susan’s website and sign up for her newsletter.
Please click
here for Susan’s Facebook Page.
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