RESURRECTION RIVER: Men of Mercy # 2
by Lindsay Cross
Ranger James accepted his best
friend’s death like a good soldier. With guilt. Regret. Vengeance. But a
forbidden desire keeps pulling him from his mission…
Killed in Action. That’s why Rachel
Carter’s husband wasn’t coming home.
A war widow, alone and broke, Rachel
struggles to revive her family’s crop dusting service to survive. Now she takes
to the skies to find escape. Escape from the pain. From the guilt. From the
earth-shattering desire for her husband’s best friend.
Rachel and Ranger can’t fight the
attraction between them any longer. But one fateful night cleaves their new
found love in two...
Can they find the will to fight for
true love? Or will an evil so shocking destroy their lives for good?
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I jumped straight into book #2 - Resurrection River, as soon as I finished book #1 -Redemption River and now I can't decide which James brother I like best!
What a tough choice....okay, I'll take them both!
Resurrection River was just as fantastic a read as book #1! This one had a bit more "edge of your seat" reading than the first, not because of the action but more because of the emotions. The guilt both of these characters are feeling for wanting each other will either make or break them, until the unthinkable happens! (no, I won't tell-it will give too much of the story-line away)
I am so in love with this series....on to the next book!
Stop by tomorrow for my review of book #3 in the Men of Mercy series, Reckless River.
Rachel spun
around, the yellow airplane a perfect backdrop to her beautiful face. “What are
you doing here?”
Ranger let his gaze travel from her
scruffy boots, torn jeans and gloriously figure hugging tank, to the top of her
dark red head. Her pink cheeks flushed.
“Like what you see?”
Ranger approached, her green gaze
turned wary. Good. She should be worried. She’d doused him in chemicals. His
skin still itched. He reached forward, plucked an oil stick from her ponytail
and sent her hair spilling to her shoulders. He caught the brief scent of
flowers and oil.
Rachel grabbed her hair, lips
parted. Angry. Stubborn. Sexy.
He held up
the stick right in front of her face. “Oil stick.”
Rachel
snatched it from his fingers and tossed it across the room. “I told you to stay
away from me.”
Ranger shrugged, his brain still
caught on the image of her jean-clad ass hanging out of that airplane. Forget
Sports Illustrated. He had farm fucking fantastic right here.
"Don't you think dropping that
all-natural excuse for chemicals on me is a bit dramatic? If you want to get me
naked all you had to do is ask." Ranger gestured to himself, sweeping his
hand from his head down to his torso, Rachel's eyes followed.
That definitely wasn't desperation
or anger in her gaze.
The desire he’d been trying to hold
in check for months reared up inside him.
"You think I want to see you
naked?” Rachel snorted, lifted her chin. “Besides, I figured anything would be
an improvement to your normal smell.” So much for her vulnerability.
The wind picked up, blew into the
hangar. Ranger shifted, praying the wind wouldn’t open the fly on his boxers,
and almost covered himself. Almost. Until he remembered she was the reason for
his stench. Instead, he stood tall. “You’ve never had a problem with the way I
smelled before.”
“My manners were just too good to
say anything.” She strode past him, punishing him with the sexy sway of her
hips.
Dammit, he was so hard up for her,
even her walk had his mind blanking. He stood there, nearly naked, and drenched
in herbicide, and she walked past him like a stranger on a sidewalk.
Running
from him. Again.
“Rachel Ann.” He didn’t yell, but
she stopped mid-stride. Turned. Lips parted.
“You did that on purpose,” Ranger said. She’d
been hard headed even in high-school, when he tried to break up with her,
explaining that he needed a little space to see if life in Mercy was what he
really wanted. Jumping on the marriage and kids bandwagon at eighteen years old
had scared the shit out of him. But he’d obliterated any chance for
reconnecting with Rachel when she’d seen him making out with Tonya at the
football game senior year.
He hadn’t thought that leaving her
to sow the wild oats of his youth would be a self-fulfilling prophecy of
regret. Or that his best friend would move in on Rachel so fast and fill the
void that Ranger had left in her heart.
“You bet your ass I did.”
“What the hell for?” He couldn’t get
her smell, her taste, her touch out of his head. But she’d dumped shit on him
for the last time.
Her eyes narrowed and her lips
flattened. “I warned you.”
Yeah, she’d warned him to stay away
from her. He’d stayed with her for weeks, helping her after the funeral. She’d
healed physically, but remained an emotional tomb.
“I promised Shane, if anything ever
happened to him, I’d look out for you.” He wanted to take her in his arms and
kiss that angry expression right off her face. He’d wanted her since
high-school, but when she’d married Shane, he’d vowed to put those feelings
away. Forever. But the attraction hadn’t disappeared. And he knew it never
would. “I know the chemistry between us is weird. Scary. But dammit it’s real
and it’s here and now. You’re just flying through the clouds because you don’t
want to see what’s on the ground right in front of you.”
If he hadn’t been studying every
minute expression on her face he would have missed the brief flash of
vulnerability in her gaze. Then her anger slid back in place. “The only thing I
feel is annoyance. Are you so desperate that you have to chase after what you
can’t have? You dumped me first, remember?”
Him? Desperate? No. He’d never had a
problem getting women. Until Rachel.
If he hadn’t been so young and
stupid he would have been the one she’d married. Not Shane.
Now all he could think, all he could
see, was the small sprinkle of freckles across her pert nose. He could be on a
mission in a third world country or down the road. It didn’t matter. She
affected him.
He had an all-consuming need for his
best friend’s wife. He hadn’t counted on lust eating him alive.
But he had honor. He had loyalty.
Ranger had vowed over Shane’s grave to take care of Rachel.
Author Info:
Lindsay Cross is the award-winning author of the Men of Mercy series. She is the fun loving mom of two beautiful daughters and one precocious Great Dane. Lindsay is happily married to the man of her dreams – a soldier and veteran. During one of her husband’s deployments from home, writing became her escape and motivation.
Lindsay Cross is the award-winning author of the Men of Mercy series. She is the fun loving mom of two beautiful daughters and one precocious Great Dane. Lindsay is happily married to the man of her dreams – a soldier and veteran. During one of her husband’s deployments from home, writing became her escape and motivation.
An avid reader since childhood, reading and writing is in her blood. After years of reading, she discovered her true passion – writing. Her alpha military men are damaged, drop-dead gorgeous and determined to win the heart of the woman of their dreams.
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