Seduction of Saber (Saving the Sinners of Preacher's Bend #3)
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His daughter took it; but looked as though barely knowing what to do with it. “You are late for dinner. And unfortunately, Jesus Christ, Julia! I now know why.”
Gill then openly glared at Saber, who had at least been smart enough to grab the sheet off her bed and cover the lower half of his body—and to do what he could at hiding what another man could easily see. That man, Julia’s giant of a father.
“Unless Rodeo Man here has asked you to marry him, I may not be able to hold it in much longer.”
“He has. And I have agreed. And…”
Gill held up his left hand, flaring his nostrils. “Then it’s a damn good thing that I have already set a place at the dinner table for him, else he’ll be eating his next meal through a plastic straw.” He kept his gaze steady on his daughter’s face. “Now that my wife is home, I’m sure none of us want to explain to her why your future husband would be drinking his meals through a straw, now do we?”
Gill winked down at what turned into a very startled twenty-eight-year old woman. The elder Hillard then nodded at Saber, a man-to-man gesture, before walking away.
**
Julia closed her bedroom door. She leaned her forehead against the hard wood, letting it sink in—that not only did her father approve of Saber; the rest of her family would, as well. She was finally getting what she wanted out of life, finally getting what she truly deserved, complete and carefree happiness.
“See. I told you he’d not mind too terribly,” he said. The words arrogant and presumptuous from behind her back, they drew out her smile.
She pulled from the door, turned, and stared. “Mind? Damnit, Patterson, you have got to be the luckiest Bull Man alive.”
He dropped the bed sheet, giving her a street level view of his sudden and demanding desire for her. His grin much larger than even hers was.
“Do you have any idea what it feels like to know my father likes you?” As she stared at him his smile turned sinful.
“Why, yes I do, Ms. Hillard. So come on over here and fix this for me before your father changes his mind about liking me. I had to wait a long time for you. I have needs.”
Julia rushed over to him, did as she was told, and gave him exactly what he needed when he needed it the most. She was simply returning any favors already granted her, in spades, when a harsh knock sounded at her bedroom door before they were completely done with administering to his many needs.
“I’m leaving. Your lady boarders have come home. Your food is getting cold. And my wife, I would suspect.” Gill’s retreating footsteps could be heard moving down the long hallway toward the front door.
“Do you think he’s bluffing?” Saber asked, pinning her under his hard body on her double bed.
“About what?” She kissed the side of his neck to move downward from there, ever so slowly.
“About leaving the house?”
Once she’d reached a more sensitive spot on his torso, the tail of his snake tattoo, she had the man groaning like a baby.
His newest tattoo was the number eight, with a slight dent in its side and capped with a tilted cowboy hat, but sadly located on his left shoulder blade where first impact by White Hot Lightning had been made.
She kissed that spot too.
“No. He’s not bluffing. My father tells it exactly like it is—every time.”
Another kiss followed by another across his entire bare chest.
“Then we have all night?” he rasped out.
“No, Dr. Patterson,” Julia grinned. “We have the rest of our lives.”
He flipped her easily so that she landed right on top of him, and answered this with a chain of kisses over her heated skin. “I do like the sound of that, Little Darlin’.”
“So do I, Dr. Patterson.”
Texan drawl, blond hair, silver-blue eyes, slight limp to his left leg, and charming snake tattoo surrounding his scarred middle, his newest tattoo stating the obvious, she wouldn’t have wanted the man of her dreams to come into her life in any other way.
Had he, she would’ve never considered him a man of consequence. And even she knew men of consequence were worth the trouble they put a woman through…with a capital ‘T’.
Julia kissed Saber tenderly, loved him passionately, and enjoyed every single second of what was going to be the rest of her life with this man; a life, beginning to end, with an Eight Second Wonder she’d never thought to have.
The End
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Saving the Sinners of Preacher’s Bend Book 1
Rain could wash away what one wanted to stay hidden; easily uncovered the truth by truly violent nature or even deadlier calm.
Rain, in fact, could kill.
Sara stared at the window for a few seconds more then pulled her sight from it. Her attention slipped over to the bowl. Seven dollars and fifty cents of pure hell stared back at her from across the room. Seven dollars and fifty cents of a past she would have to let go and forget—soon.
Yet, how was this even possible? She certainly couldn’t go out searching through pouring rain, in hopes to locate a certain Mr. Mohr, when she had a convertible the top no longer worked. Her car parked in the underground garage and only drivable on sunny days until fixed.
And the phone company accidentally disconnected her line late yesterday afternoon. This disconnection could have had something to do with the man who ran the local branch …and who’d been a regular at the club. After a few minutes arguing the inexcusable fact out with the man’s secretary, by way of pay phone in the back of the grocery store, and a few choice adjectives to get her point across, Sara had gotten his secretary to admit her boss might have made a mistake, and first thing Monday morning she would certainly look into it.
Mistake, her ass! He’d done it on purpose. They were all doing odd little things to Sara …on purpose. Undelivered mail, removed antennae from the roof of her car, cut cable lines from her apartment, a flat tire, a huge ten mile detour on a road she’d driven to work every day for the past eight years—and no construction equipment on sight.
However, none had ever made her second guess her every move as a mere stranger had; namely, the words and deeds of one well-connected Reverend Mohr.
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Saving the Sinners of Preacher’s Bend Book 2
To those who no longer lived in Preacher’s Bend, Sundays sucked around here, especially if you were now considered an outsider; as well, a backstabbing, life-altering treacherous snake to every one of its Christian-minded elders.
Well, that would be her, precisely.
She hadn’t done any real harm to those still in Preacher’s Bend—past or present. Liddy never took anything they weren’t willing to give away. What she’d done was leave without saying Good-bye. And that, without question, was the deadliest of all sins to commit in a town so small-minded that it couldn’t see its ass even if bent over.
No one was to leave Preacher’s Bend without any one of its residents acknowledgeable of where it was that person was to end up. Disappearance severed gossip lines, and those around here lived for the connection. Christ! Even she hadn’t known where it was she would end up.
Liddy just knew she had to go; if not for herself, then for the well-being and pers
onal safety of one incredibly gorgeous Jake Giotti. You know? The guy dressed in form fitting leather jacket, big snake tattoo, and his sweet ass seated comfortably on a custom-built, low-riding Harley.
God, she hated him!
Liddy hated Jake so much her teeth were starting to ache. She’d been hurt so deeply by the man, and so angry with him ever since, and filled with such a violent temper toward him …well, she could have shot him right between the eyes that fateful night—without flinching, chipping a nail, or breaking into a sweat.
But the past was the past, as it should be. She’d let it go.
While she sorted her thoughts together as best she could, she turned her head to glance out the large window of Rachel’s Café …and that was precisely when a world she thought she knew so well came to an abrupt end.
She hadn’t touched the plate of food in front of her, simply because she wasn’t as hungry as she’d been when first coming through the doors. But when one’s world ends so abruptly, food should not matter a hill of beans to the scheme of things. She could not pull her gaze from that window even if her life depended on it. Time had seemed to speed up momentarily—fast forward. It slammed directly into her heart and considerably staggered her.
Coming up …No. Christ, it was more like waltzing up, with a most definite and very familiar swagger…
Was it? Good God! Could it be? Jake Giotti? The same Jake Giotti who was technically her husband? The same Jake, but a slightly new and improved version of the man?
He was dressed in a very expensive silk suit and minus one perfectly God-forgiving, forty-five-thousand dollars, custom built Harley Davidson motorcycle generally stuck between his legs. As well, minus at least twelve inches of gorgeous brown hair that he’d always tied in a ponytail with thick leather strap. Unless a certain someone untied it for him. But no one was mentioning any names now, were they? And, they were most definitely not stating that very same someone had been in the throes of blessedly hot and sweaty sex with the man, either!
Thee Jake Giotti?
Jesus! He was walking right toward the window, coming straight for Rachel’s Cafe with a sly grin on his face.
In the blink of an eye, her life flashed before her eyes. It came into view in full Technicolor, and all she could do was staring at the change ten years in him had done. From head to toe, he was no longer the Jake she remembered. Good God! He’d physically grown into something far better, something far more dangerous, and something far more devastating to the naked eye. To peace of mind and state of well-being, he was …well, he was wearing a suit for Pete’s sake…
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Table of Contents
Seduction of Saber
Saving the Sinners of Preacher’s Bend
copyright ©2014Jevenna Willow
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Author’s note
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