Release Date: March 28, 2018
Cover Design: MadHat Books
Blytheville, South Carolina—have you heard of it? No? Yeah, neither had I, until today. Want to know why? It’s in the middle of nowhere, and I’ve been given the ultimatum of either living on the street in Boston or accepting a job transfer down to this blank spot on the map where people say things like: “Bless Your Heart,” “Over Yonder,” and “I reckon.” Oh, and they don’t cuss, which makes survival a bit challenging for me with my flavorful vocabulary.
I’ll cut to the chase. On day one of my new Southern lifestyle, I land myself in the hospital and meet Austin, one of the two nurses on staff. I would consider this guy absolutely gorgeous if I were into the whole tanned, smokey-blue eyes, and messy sex-hair look, but I’m … not. Okay, I’m lying. If Austin wasn’t my type before, he definitely is now. However, I was sort of rude to him. While I’m sure my first impression was probably my last, maybe I can turn on a little Southern charm (if I can figure out how to do that) and change his mind.
This chick is crazy, hot as hell, and more wound up than a taunted wild animal. I might be out of my mind, but I’m intrigued by her short temper and lack of filter.
She thinks I’m just funny and sweet as pie, which I know annoys her, but she hasn’t spent time with me outside of work yet, so she doesn’t know I can dish out more than she can take. Miss Scarlett thinks she’s tough and intimidating because she’s from big, bad Boston, but she’s about to learn how things really go down in the South.
The question is, will Scarlett and Austin ever see to eye-to-eye, or will they give up the fight long enough to see what they’ve been missing?
“I have time,” I tell her.
“No, you don’t,” she says.
I give her a look, making my confusion clear. She takes my hand, yet again, and tugs me along. “Listen here, Darlin’, I know you don’t like to be out of control, but I don’t either, so why don’t you go ahead and tell me what we’re doing?”
“Do you trust me?” She asks.
“No,” I laugh.
“Yes, you do.”
“It’s really questionable,” I argue.
"You won't question me in a minute.”
We enter an area filled with gardens of flowers. “Who would have thought you’d know what flowers looks like up here.”
“What did you think it was like in Boston?” she questions.
“A desert with buildings.”
“That’s ridiculous,” she says.
“Yeah, because you definitely had clear expectations of what to expect in Blytheville,” I remind her. If I recall, she spent the first two days making fun of everything around her when she arrived in the “South.”
We keep walking, going deeper into a maze of vines, roses, and other tall shrubbery. “It’s going to rain soon,” she says.
“It looks like it should have started raining about fifteen minutes ago. It’s all I smell,” I tell her. Almost as soon as I say the word rain, big, fat droplets start to fall. People around us jog to find cover, using newspapers or oversized pocketbooks as cover from the pop-up storm. “Scarlett, I already know you like the rain, if that’s what you’re trying to show me.”
“That’s not what I’m trying to show you, Austin,” she says. “I like the rain, but most people don’t like to sit in it. Not here, anyway.”
“I can understand why,” I tell her. She takes my jacket within her fists and pulls it down my arms. I can’t help but laugh, wondering what is going through her head, as usual. “What are you doin’ now, crazy?”
“Shh,” she says.
Scarlett places my coat down on the bench behind us and gets working on my tie, which is off in a matter of seconds. The buttons on my shirt are next, and I’m left standing here half-naked in the center of several rose bushes. Her hands move down to my belt and she whips it from the loops. Oh, dear God.
As her fingers unclasp my pants, I’m cued to quit sitting around in shock. I nearly rip her buttons off her shirt, but I do what I can to salvage them since she won’t be able to make it home in any sort of decency. I kneel and sweep my hands up the sides of her legs, latching my thumbs onto the sides of her lace panties, then slide them down to her ankles. …
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Shari J. Ryan is an International Bestselling Author of heartbreakers and mind-benders. Shari was once told she tends to exaggerate often and sometimes talks too much, which would make a great foundation for fictional books. Four years later, Shari has written eleven novels that often leave readers either in tears from laughing, or crying.With her loud Boston girl attitude, Shari isn't shy about her love for writing or the publishing industry. Along with writing several International bestsellers, Shari has split her time between writing and her longstanding passion for graphic design. In 2014, she started an indie-publishing resource company, MadHat Books, to help fellow authors with their book cover designs, as well as assistance in the self-publishing process. While Shari may not find many hours to sleep, she still manages to make time for her family. She is a devoted wife to a great guy, and a mother to two little boys who remind her daily why she was put on this earth.
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