USA Today Bestselling Author
What happens in Vegas …
will change his life forever.
Navy SEAL Aidan “Rocket” Stone wants to do three things during his leave: get his hands dirty with something other than gun powder; eat something that doesn’t come out of a pouch; and avoid any situation that involves him getting shot at.
Two out of three ain’t bad.
When I saw Vegas I immediately went to the thought, Casinos, Gambling, Shows, and no sleep. For Aiden it’s home, not the glitter and glamor. He has a tradition he follows, every time he makes it home. He goes into his next door neighbor’s home, drops off a box of Boss’s favorite cigars, grabs a beer and goes home to sleep. It’s a way for Boss Parks to know he’s home and safe. This time though something is very different.
This is a favorite scene.
Zoe Parks kicked and fought against the blanket twisted around her legs. She screamed again—louder this time—when she realized she’d done little more than hogtie herself for the dangerous-looking stranger in her living room.
“Hey!” Her would-be attacker’s hands rose, showing her the palm-side of his fingerless gloves. He darted a glance over his shoulder. “Are you trying to give the old man a heart attack? Simmer down, will you? I’m not here to hurt you, for fuck’s sake.” Those large, long-fingered hands disappeared into the pockets of his black leather jacket. “Jesus. You could wake the damn dead with those vocal chords.”
Zoe froze. The man’s words cut through her panic and drove her straight into anger. The old man? If this was some kind of joke, Zoe wasn’t laughing.
She ignored the pain slicing through her chest. The wound was still too fresh, to raw to be poked at. “W-who are you?”
“I’m Aidan Stone. My parents live next door. Are you the live-in? The one who left that mess in the kitchen?”
“If you’re asking if I live here, the answer is yes.” The mess was none of his business. “Your turn, Aidan Stone.” She finally freed her legs and shoved the blanket to the floor, feeling more in control, but no less pissed off. “What the hell are you doing in my house?”
His incredulous tone did nothing to dampen her temper. “Yes. My house.”
Aidan took a step toward her. If he was who he said he was, she knew his parents. But she didn’t know him. Instinct made her scramble back as a low growly noise filled the room.
“I said I’m not going to hurt you.”
She brought her knees up, prepared to launch herself over the back of the couch so she could run, if necessary.
“I’ve heard that before.” The last man who’d uttered those words to her broke his promise. And her nose. She wouldn’t be caught unaware again. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t believe you.”
A muscle in his jaw twitched, as if he was clenching his teeth. “Where’s Boss?”
“What gives you the right to barge into my house and demand answers about any damn thing? I don’t know anyone named Boss. How did you get in here anyway?”
She spied her cell phone on the coffee table. Zoe weighed her odds. From the look of him, Aidan had more than half a foot and fifty pounds of solid muscle on her. She probably wouldn’t have time to dial 9-1-1 even if she managed to get to her phone before he got to her.
He must’ve guessed at her thoughts, because he reached for the phone. He surprised her by tossing it in her direction. Zoe caught the phone and cradled it against her chest.
“I have a key. Call the police if it’ll make you feel better. All I want is an answer, and then I’ll go.” His dark eyes narrowed. “Dwight Parks,” he said slowly, as if he wasn’t sure she understood English. “The man who owns the couch you’re sitting on, as well as everything else in the house you say belongs to you. Where is he?”
Zoe was stunned silent. He had a key. To her grandfather’s house.
Are you trying to give the old man a heart attack?</em?
Her stomach turned sour.
He doesn’t know.
Zoe looked at Aidan, really looked at him for the first time. His white T-shirt stood out in stark contrast to the black leather jacket, black jeans, and black motorcycle boots he wore. His hair was black, too. Cut short, accentuating a widow’s peak. He had a heavy brow ridge, a nose that looked like it had been broken a time or two, and rich, whiskey colored eyes framed with thick lashes women would kill for.
He looked sturdy, like a guy who could withstand a hit or two, physical or emotional. She hoped that was true, because the one she was about to launch was a doozy.
“He’s not here,” she managed, knowing those were the wrong words, but unable to choke out the ones he needed to hear.
Aidan’s brow went up as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Where is he?”
He was trying to be nonchalant, but the tension was obvious in his stance. He was bracing himself for whatever was coming.
For some reason, that single act of arrogant strength grounded her. Helped her form the right words. The words she had come to hate.
Zoe’s heart ached as the color drained from Aidan’s face. His chest expanded under his T-shirt, causing the material to mold against what appeared to be a solid wall of muscles. There was no reading his blank expression, but she felt the pain radiating from him as if it were her own. And maybe it was. She’d had so little time with her grandad, and now he was gone.
“Six weeks ago.” She didn’t know why, but she added, “I’m sorry.” He gave her a sharp nod, his gaze focused on something behind her. “Since you have a key, I’m guessing you and my grandfather were close?”
That earned her a hard stare. “Your grandfather?”
“Yes. I’m not the housekeeper. I’m Zoe Parks.”
His gaze left her face and traveled over her body in a slow perusal. “You’re Boss’s little Zoe?”
She nodded, tears filling her eyes.
Hot SEAL, Vegas Nights (Kindle Locations 170-212). Parker Kincade. Kindle Edition.
Scaring the granddaughter of the man he thought of as another grandfather was not a very good beginning, but he does make it up to her. Although he is really angry with his parents for not telling him his friend and mentor had passed.
Zoe and Aiden do have a great time together, and there’s some drama and action involving her ex. Oh did I mention these two almost melted my kindle? They are perfect together!
I loved this story and I can’t wait to read more from the fabulous authors in this series.
5 Contented Purrs for Parker!
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USA Today Bestselling Author, Parker Kincade, writes edge-of-your-seat-sexy romantic suspense, hot and steamy sports romance, and contemporary western romance. Her first novel, One Night Stand, won the 2013 Reader’s Crown Award for Best First Book, the category of Best Erotic Romance in the Celtic Hearts Romance Writers Golden Claddagh contest, and was named finalist in the Romance Writers of America/Passionate Ink Stroke of Midnight contest.
Parker lives in the Southern United States. She loves to read, play golf, spend time with her family and friends, snuggle with her beloved boxer, ice cream from the ice cream truck, and watching old musicals.