Ryker has come home from Afghanistan. His team got blown up and he is not handling it very well. His friend Troy has gotten him a job with Renegades. They need a bridge blown up for the Bond movie they are working on. He is waiting at the airport waiting for a ride. He decides to get a drink and a sexy woman comes up to the bar as he is getting served. They talk about beer. Not many women love beer the way he does. He is getting turned on. She says she is having a bad day and Ryker lets her rant. He realizes that this is his ride but he really wants her. He tells her his ride didn't show and they decide to go to the hotel where Renegades has booked a suite for him. He tells her his name is Nathan. Her name is Rachel.
They have a really hot and steamy night. Rachel thinks she will never see Nathan again. But when he shows up at her office the next morning, she is about to explode. Rachel does not mix work and dating. Nathan says they will act like nothing happened but he cannot do that. He loves being with her.
Jax takes Nathan's suggestion for giving Rachel the job as the site coordinator for the bridge job. She wants the job but how is she going to keep away from Nathan. Will Nathan's PTSD come into the story? Will everyone find out that Rachel and Nathan are a couple?
I loved this one although I felt the ending was rushed. I wonder what the next one will be about!
From the author:
After a tragic incident in Afghanistan leaves Master Sergeant Nathan Ryker the only man standing in his tight-knit team, he spirals into an alcohol-and-sex induced escape. A call from his lifelong buddy pulls Ryker from the shadows with a request for help with his stunt company’s latest blockbuster. If Ryker can survive the next three weeks of leave and get back to his remaining men, he might just be all right. But a sexy woman who can take his mind off his trauma is too hard to resist, and when he hooks up with Renegades’ sultry, snarky office manager, his sanity takes a backseat to his first glimpse of a future he isn’t sure he deserves.
Still reeling from a bitter romantic betrayal, Rachel Hart wants nothing more than an uncomplicated hookup. So when the mysterious Nathan seduces her with a little dirty talk and one delicious kiss, Rachel drowns all her good sense in a Mandarin and soda and gives herself over to a night of sexual bliss. But her memories tarnish in the morning light when Rachel discovers his real identity and his link to Renegades. Her job and her friends are the only thing holding her life together, and she won’t be ruined by one sultry night with this damaged and dangerously sexy man.
Rachel Hart battled with a gaggle of stunt harnesses beneath the blazing Los Angeles Indian summer sun until the muscles of her arms ached. Sweat trickled along the indentation of her spine and dampened the back of her new sundress.
“I should have known better than to wear something cute on location,” she complained into her Bluetooth headset, jerking against nylon, canvas…even freaking Kevlar until her back and shoulders ached. “This is a disgrace. I can’t believe you take such shitty care of the very equipment that saves your stupid asses.”
A few harnesses pulled free, and the momentum of her struggle knocked her off balance. She dropped the gear into the dirt at her feet, and stared down at the tangle, hands on hips, panting. “Who is responsible for this mess?”
“Keaton.” The blame came over her headset in two distinct voices—Duke’s and Troy’s.
“Just throw me under the bus, why don’t you?” Keaton said. “Assholes.”
Rachel turned from the equipment compartment beneath the Renegades’ on-site stunt trailer and squinted up the mountain face. Duke, Troy, and Keaton hung at different levels, their forms outlined by the creamy granite at their backs. Two cameramen hung nearby, one filming from a higher vantage point, the other filming from the lower, equipment mounted on their shoulders.
“This might take a while, and I’ve got a bunch of other stuff to do. Which is more important to you, this harness or your paychecks?”
“Paychecks,” all three men said at the same time.
“But Jax is on his way over to pick it up,” Troy added.
The owner of Renegades, Jax Chamberlin, had been performing another stunt across town that morning. “Now?” She turned back to the knot of straps and latches, and even the thought of fighting with them again made the aches in her body deepen. “I thought he’d be filming all day.”
“He nailed the fall on the first take,” Keaton said. “They wrapped early.”
Rachel growled, crouched, and wrestled one of the harnesses free, then gritted her teeth and untangled two more. “Little notice would be nice, guys.” She held up two harnesses, both of which seemed identical. “What does this thing look like?”
“It’s the Zero G,” Troy said.
“Full body,” Keaton added, “with side D rings.”
She blew out a breath, ruffling the strands of her hair that had fallen from the messy bun held together by pencils. “That’s a little like me asking you to get the crackle nail polish from my makeup drawer, which, at last count, contained seventy-two bottles.”
A chorus of groans filled her ears.
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Kindle Edition, 341 pages
Published July 12th 2014 by Cygnet Books