by Erin Bevan
Someone did a catcall behind him.
“You would make me the happiest person alive if you would marry me.” His heart pounded in his chest as the group behind him stared on. Beauty had his heart and soul completely; the power to crush his future or make it hung on her answer. He couldn’t imagine his life without her in it. “Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
She squeezed his wet hand. “I’m sorry, Tyler, but no…no you wouldn’t be the happiest person alive.”
He heard a faint gasp behind him as blood pounded and whooshed in his ears. “What...what do you mean?” He stood.
Annie pointed to herself as a faint smile touched her lips. “I mean if I married you, I would be the happiest person alive.”
She was playing with him. His heart beat a new rhythm, skipping a few beats.
Stepping closer, he asked, “So, is that a yes?” He couldn’t let himself get too excited. Not until she officially said the word.
“Yes. It’s a yes.” She did a little jump. “I would love to marry you.”
“You mean it?” He squeezed her hand back.
“Of course, silly. I love you. You are my Guardian Angel.”
“And you are my stubborn, beautiful fiancée.” He tapped her nose.
“Yes.” She nodded her head. “Yes I am.”
She flew into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist as she dipped her head and placed an ardent kiss on his lips, a kiss that sealed the past and provided new hopes of a future with them. Together.
The End
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Thank for you reading the first book in the Black and Blue Series. I hope you fell in love with Tank and Annie just as I have. If you enjoyed this story, please keep reading the next book in the series, STEELE.
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Erin Bevan
STEELE
Chapter 1
I have to save her.
I can do it this time. I can save her.
Blake Steele’s heart hammered as his head spun. He gripped the chair in front of him, taking in his surroundings. Flames licked the walls, growing higher and higher, scorching the curtains, the drywall, even the hardwood underneath to nothing but a cloud of thick, black smoke. Through the crackling of the noise, the hissing of the fire, and the heat daring to char the hair on his skin, he heard her. Scream. Again and again.
I have to save her. Mi Peaches.
The thought ran over and over in his mind as he charged, the smoke so dark and so dense he couldn’t see his foot in front of him. He went on instinct, using his hands to guide him forward. Every turn, every hallway he knew; the need for vision was unimportant as his gut and heart led him to her.
“Blake,” she cried, her voice growing fainter, followed by a round of thick, hoarse coughs.
Her bedroom.
I have to save her.
He stormed straight ahead, slamming into the door, causing more black smoke to engulf the room as he shot through the entrance. She lay on the ground, a towel over her nose and mouth, her eyes bloodshot and wide, pleading for his help.
Mi Peaches.
Running to her, he wrapped her in his arms. They were going to get out. They would make it this time. With her in his arms, he flung himself toward the second story window…just as the ceiling caved in.
Why didn’t you save me?
Her words echoed in his mind as they sailed out the window.
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Copyright
TANK
COPYRIGHT © 2017 by Erin Bevan
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or
reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written
permission of the author
except in the case of brief quotations embodied in
critical articles or reviews.
Cover Art by Abigail Owens
Editorial Services by Stacy Holmes
ISBN-13: 978-0-692-98427-7
Contact Information: [email protected]
www.erinbevan.com
Second Edition, 2018
Published in the United States of America
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and
incidents are either the product of the author’s
imagination or are used fictitiously, and any
resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business
establishments, events, or locales, is entirely
coincidental.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
STEELE
Also By Erin Bevan
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also By Erin Bevan
Novels
Wedding Day
Wrapped Up In You
Cupid’s Angels
Love Comes In The Mourning
STEELE
(Black and Blue Series Book 2)
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Novellas and Short Stories
The Party Crasher
Text Me
The Ranch Hand
Dedication
To all service men and women, and to anyone who has ever been a victim of abuse—may you find your own happy ending.
Acknowledgments
This book wouldn’t have been possible without the help of some very important people.
Thank you: Jack, Carrie, Colleen, Angela, Fran, and my hard working editor, Stacy.
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To my husband and beautiful children, thank you for being so awesome.
About the Author
Award winning author, Erin Bevan writes small town Americana romances straight from the heart. Born and raised in rural South Arkansas, she uses her past experiences to enrich her stories while infusing the right amount of heartache and humor to see her readers through until the end. With the perfect blend of sweet to steamy, Erin Bevan has something for every romance reader.
A stay at home mom of three, Erin spends her time juggling her three little people and trying to keep everyone's lives flowing as smoothly as possible. When she isn't using her super powers to wipe sticky goo from her children's faces, she spends as much time as possible bringing small town dreams to life. Some days she even brushes her hair.
Connect with Erin Bevan online.
www.erinbevan.com
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