The Greatest Fight of All
by Dixie Lynn Dwyer
BLURB:
Amelia Jennings fights for a new life.
All alone, after losing her brothers and father to the consequences of war, she
evades an abusive relationship. She fears military men, dominant men, and
especially men who like to fight for a living, just like her ex-boyfriend.
As she tries to adapt
to her new life, she attempts to avoid her best friend's brothers, who turn her
on in a way she definitely isn’t used to. Mènage relationships are common, but
these particular men scare her and remind her of the past she is trying to
forget.
The Haas brothers,
Murphy, Waylon, Brody, Ricky are tough, set in their ways, and now interested
in their sister’s friend. Amelia is the only woman to get under their skin. She
fights them tooth and nail, evades their every attempt at seduction, and makes
them want things and feel things they never thought they would. They want her
in their bed, and their claiming ownership. Standing in the way of happiness is
her past, and one man who vows to get her back.
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Available from:
Siren Publishing: http://www.bookstrand.com/the-american-soldier-collection-5-the-greatest-fight-of-all
EXCERPT:
Amelia smiled then leaned back and closed
her eyes. She started thinking about her new life here. The hospital was ten
minutes from the condo and Regan said she spoke to Murphy about finding an
apartment to rent near her new job. Of course Regan said she was fine with
having Amelia stay with her for however long, but Amelia overheard Galen asking
about sleeping over, and Regan denied him. Amelia didn’t want to stand in the
way of her friend’s love life.
She crossed her legs and allowed the
relaxing atmosphere to ease her mind.
She wasn’t too surprised that she thought
of her brothers. Kyle and Edward. She really thought that she could have saved
Kyle. But she learned that people have to have some bit of hope of desire to
live, or else it was useless. Why couldn’t she have brothers like Regan did? As
the thought hit her mind, she realized that she wouldn’t want them as brothers.
She couldn’t even pretend to see them in that light or with that label. Seeing
them as brothers was the farthest thing from her mind.
“How did you find one of the best spots on
the ranch?”
Amelia jumped as she sat forward and looked
behind her. The sudden sound of a man’s voice startled her.
“Oh God, Ricky, you scared me.”
She watched as Ricky walked around the
bench and stared down at her. He kept one hand on his hip and holster. It was
taking some getting used to, seeing so many people carrying firearms wherever
they went. Back in New York, weapons were concealed, and usually carried by
cops and thugs. Ricky was sporting a black gun, she had no clue what kind,
because he looked so sexy.
“Didn’t mean to scare you, darling. You
looked so lost in thought,” he said and she tried to look into his eyes, but
the black Stetson he wore was low. It made him appear dangerous. She had the
silly “butterflies in her stomach” sensation, and she wasn’t certain why.
“It’s so peaceful out here. You all must
have loved growing up on the ranch,” she said as she pried her eyes off of the
man and forced herself to look toward the two men getting down off the horses.
Mad Dog.
She didn’t know who the other guy was. Her
eyes zeroed in on Mad Dog and how his presence instantly magnified the
atmosphere around them.
“It was the best way to grow up. Living off
the land, working on the farm and in the fields. It’s very beautiful,” Ricky
said as he held her gaze then lowered himself to the seat next to her.
She adjusted her position as his thick,
hard thigh made contact with her bare one. Perhaps wearing pants would have
been the better option today.
“Howdy.”
She looked up as Mad Dog and another young
cowboy tipped their hats at her.
“Hi,” she replied.
“I’m Jonas. You must be Amelia, Regan’s
friend.”
He reached his hand out and she accepted it
as he held her gaze. This cowboy was much younger than Mad Dog and Ricky. His
green eyes sparkled as he looked her thighs over.
“Nice to meet you, Jonas.”
“So what are you doing out here all alone?”
Mad Dog asked and he sounded kind of pissed.
She looked over her shoulder toward the
house, way in the distance and her belly tightened from his reprimanding tone.
“Regan just headed inside. I was enjoying
the quietness.” Damn her shaky voice. Mad Dog Murphy was such a disciplinary
man.
Mad Dog stared down at her. His dark blue
eyes sparkled as his eyes roamed over her body. There was no denying it. Mad
Dog and Ricky affected her. So she focused on Jonas.
“So, where are you staying? Has Regan given
you a tour of town and some of the hot spots?” Jonas asked as he stood next to
her. She decided to stand up, feeling the heat of Ricky’s thigh next to hers.
As she stood, a light breeze collided against her skin, sending her long, black
hair over her shoulders. Her skirt lifted slightly because of the flared bottom
edge and she grabbed onto it to keep it in place. In doing so, she nearly lost
her balance, her legs so shaky from having Mad Dog staring at her, watching her
every move, and Ricky doing the same thing.
“Whoa,” Jonas said as he reached for her
and steadied her by her waist.
“I’m okay. Thank you,” she said to Jonas
who smiled down at her then released his hold and tipped his hat. “No problem,
ma’am.”
“Jonas, want to take the horses back to the
stable for us. We’ll call it a day. We should walk Amelia back up to the
house,” Mad Dog stated firmly, surprising Jonas but also making Amelia jump
from his commanding tone.
“It was nice meeting you Amelia. I’m sure
I’ll see you around.”
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