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Base Branch, #7
Base Branch, #7
by Megan Mitcham
Publication date: August 9th 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
Publication date: August 9th 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
The truth doesn’t have versions. Or does it?
BLURB
Rin Lee covered her childhood in
dirt and danced on its grave. Only she pranced a little too hard and spent her
young-adult life tiptoeing the straight and narrow. Things finally paid off in
the form of a job with the Department of Defense, a home of her own, and a
boyfriend muscled enough he put Zach Efron to shame. Until one text reveals a
hideous truth that splinters her world.
Suddenly she can’t trust Nate or
their surrogate family of friends. Can she possibly trust Luck—the man who
mirrors her soul, scares her beyond the neat confines she’s erected around
herself, and makes her scrutinize the versions she’s always been too angry to
see?
Luck turned to the streets out of
necessity, while Rin slapped on blinders and ignored those willing to help her.
A stupid move for a sultry young woman. But the skills she learned in the rough
and tumble underbelly of DC will serve his latest assignment well. Because
people like them have the instinct to survive.
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“Evening, gentlemen. Ladies.” The silken honey
of the unfamiliar voice coated her nakedness in a soothing balm. The waiter
cleared his throat. The low rumble vibrated very near her ear. “What can I get
you, miss?”
She canted her head in his direction. Surprise smacked her square
in the face. Smoldering bedroom eyes gazed into hers. The crystal blue orbs
pierced through a strong brow and straight into her soul. Rin stepped back,
stumbling over Nate’s feet. A thud sounded her landing against her boyfriend’s
hard chest.
“Whoa, there,” the waiter said, maintaining an invisible grip on
Rin that made it impossible to look away.
Blond hair only a shade darker than her own sat in disarray across
his forehead, but was shorn close around his ears. The hint of a beard hugged
the strongest jaw she’d ever seen. Lips the perfect shape and fullness for
hours and hours of kissing would have softened the blow his appearance
delivered, if he’d only smile.
“You startled me,” she said by way of explanation for her odd
behavior.
“Wasn’t my intention.” He said the words, but his head ticked to
the side and his eyes flared in a way that opposed them.
“What’s your name, gorgeous?” Jen asked.
“Call me Luck,” the waiter said, holding Rin’s befuddled gaze.
Nate steadied her and shifted to place himself between her and
the…her and Luck, but a massive party of suits poured in to their left. They
crowded the walkway with banter and briefcases. The man screwing with her
head—more than her shrink ever had—could have stepped to the side of the table
toward Zach. Instead, he stepped forward, crowding her with his sharply muscled
chest tucked neatly into a waiter’s white button down. Chiseled forearms and
lightly sun-kissed skin shown at his rolled sleeves.
Whether someone shoved him or he took a dive she wasn’t sure, but
his sinewy chest suddenly plastered her front. One arm wrapped around her
waist, catching her in a subtle dip. His other shot out to the chair back to
steady them. She swore she heard Gregory moan. Luck’s muscles in action did
something sinful to her psyche.
“Jackass, I’m not into threesomes,” Nate blustered just behind her
head. She’d see him, if she’d tear her gaze off Luck. But she couldn’t.
Luck lifted his heavy blue gaze from her for the first time and
squared it on Nate. “Me neither.”
Until that moment, she’d been sure Nate could have defended her
honor or his ego against any man. He probably outweighed Luck by fifty
muscle-dense pounds. Luck had a foot of height on him, but his calm voice and
confident demeanor had her more than second guessing the outcome. Then again,
Nate had a gun.
For the oddest reason, she didn’t think that would matter if the
two got into it.
“Luck,” Rin said, “how about you tip a girl upright and bring her
a Peroni, a glass of Casarena cabernet, a Goose Island, a Bourbon Spice Rack,
and a Hot Delilah…make that two Delilah’s.” The first impression of a smile
lightened the corner of his mouth. He straightened and released her, his hand
sweeping firmly over the sway of her waist. The touch lingered for far too
long. “Anyone else feeling a double?”
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Author Info
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Today bestselling author Megan Mitcham was born and raised among the live oaks
and shrimp boats of the Mississippi Gulf Coast, where her enormous family still
calls home. She attended college at the University of Southern Mississippi
where she received a bachelor's degree in curriculum, instruction, and special
education. For several years Megan worked as a teacher in Mississippi. She
married and moved to South Carolina and worked for an international non-profit
organization as an instructor and co-director.
In 2009
Megan fell in love with books. Until then, books had been a source for research
or the topic of tests. But one day she read Mercy by Julie Garwood. And Oh
Mercy, she was hooked!
Megan
lives in Southern Arkansas where she pens sizzling suspense novels. Follow her
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