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About the Author
Stacey Kennedy is an outdoorsy, wine-drinking, nap-loving, animal-cuddling, USA Today bestselling romance author with a chocolate problem. She writes sexy contemporary romance full of heat and heart, including titles in her wildly hot Dangerous Love, Kinky Spurs, Club Sin, and Dirty Little Secrets series. She lives in southwestern Ontario with her family and does most of her writing surrounded by lazy dogs.
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PRAISE FOR THE DANGEROUS LOVE SERIES
Naughty Stranger
“A steamy and emotional romance with a generous dose of intrigue and suspense…The unpredictable twists and turns of this story will keep you on the edge of your seat and rooting for Peyton and Boone every step of the way.”
—Frolic
“An entertaining thriller hidden in a sizzling small-town romance.”
—Fresh Fiction
“From the very first page Naughty Stranger will have you hooked, once I got started I just couldn’t put it down. Its sultry and suspenseful story line and captivating characters drew me in and had me teetering helplessly from the edge of my seat!”
—Reds Romance Reviews
“I really enjoyed this story, and I loved watching two broken souls find hope, and love, in each other. Especially amidst a crazy murder plot, and all their friends’ nosiness!”
—Alpha Book Club
Are you ready for Kinsley and Rhett’s story? Keep reading for a preview of RUTHLESS BASTARD, available in early 2020.
Chapter 1
The sun began to set over the forbidding mountains, giving a slight reprieve to the brutal heat soaking Rhett West in sweat, but the constant screaming and echoing of gunfire remained. As part of the Army Rangers, they’d been deployed on a top secret mission to capture a high-value target, but upon arriving to the town tucked away in the treacherous mountains, they were surrounded by enemy forces and immediately under rapid gunfire. He kept his gun aimed, his focus steady, and fired bullets, watching bodies drop. He never looked at their faces. Never made it personal. This was a job.
His fellow Rangers stayed close, tucked safely behind boulders while they fired.
Rhett felt a body fall next to him, heard the roar of pain. He reached out, grabbing his buddy Matthews by the vest and yanking him back behind the boulder. After a quick assessment, he grabbed Matthews’s hand. “Got shot in the thigh.” He squeezed his hand around Matthews’s leg. “Don’t let go.”
Matthews nodded quickly. “Yeah. Fuck. Yeah.”
Rhett took aim again and saw the enemy forces moving higher up the mountain. Hundreds of them, compared to ten of Rhett and his men. He shut his eyes, knowing perhaps this time, death had come calling.
Until he heard the sound of fighter jets overhead, followed by explosions rocking the ground beneath him.
Rhett shook himself out of the dream. He had gotten out of Afghanistan alive. That was what he needed to remind himself. After serving twelve years in the military, he retired from the Army Rangers with a medical discharge after an M-60 machine gun, 7.62 NATO caliber tore into his shoulder, and he brought home every single dark memory of grounds littered with bodies. Men. Women. Children. War was war, and it wasn’t pretty. He ran his hands through his hair and drew a deep breath.
For the past three years, he worked as a detective for the Stoney Creek Police Department, and he took pleasure where he could take it. Most times that happened in bed with a lithe woman back home in Stoney Creek, Maine. But he’d come to the tropics to watch his childhood friend and fellow detective Boone Knight marry Peyton Kerr, the newest member to their group. Also on the trip was his other buddy and detective, Asher Sullivan, as well as his wife, Remy Brennan…along with Boone’s sister, Kinsley Knight. Rhett shook his head. His plan had gone accordingly, until he got into the whiskey earlier.
After that, he couldn’t quite piece together coming back to his hotel room or how the gorgeous brunette got into his bed.
Not just any woman. Kinsley, Boone’s little sister.