The Closer. Rhonda Nelson

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      Subject: Griffin Wicklow, aka “The Closer”

      Current Status: To protect stunning jeweler and a priceless piece of...lingerie?

      Ranger Security has just assigned former ranger Griff Wicklow to protect a priceless diamond-encrusted bra. And while Griff has more experience removing bras than protecting them, his job is about to get even more complicated. Because Temptation just walked in disguised as Jessalyn Rossi, the drop-dead delectable jeweler who is escorting the piece....

      The attraction between them is immediate...and irresistible. And Jessalyn’s learning that there’s a lot to be said about—and done with—a wickedly hot security agent like Griff. But once the job is finished, will their bedroom antics come to a close, too?

      MEN OUT OF UNIFORM!

      These hot Southern heroes have spent years taking on anything the military could throw at them and they always came out on top. So why do they get knocked off course by the first sexy woman who crosses their path?

      There’s nothing like a man in uniform… or out of it!

      Dear Reader,

      Fall is getting ready to make its appearance in my little part of the world. The days are getting shorter, the nights cooler and football fever is in the air. (Not that I care, because I don’t watch football, but there are a lot of people in my family who do J.) I always look forward to this time of year, when Mother Nature says it’s time to rest, soup is the meal of choice and the scent of a wood-burning fire surrounds me. It’s the perfect time to curl up with a good book—one with a very hot hero—and fall into the story. And Griffin Wicklow is certainly hot.…

      Former Ranger Major Griffin “Griff” Wicklow has left the military for honorable reasons—he’s the only match to his half brother, Justin, who needs a kidney transplant and will ultimately die without it. Griff eventually trades his career for Justin’s life and the new path he finds himself on leads him directly to Ranger Security. Accustomed to dodging bullets and IEDs, Griff’s used to a certain level of tension, but when his first assignment for Ranger Security involves guarding a jewel-encrusted bra—and the hot little liaison who must travel with it

      from the jeweler’s company—the tension Griff’s experiencing is of a decidedly different variety. And man, does he like it.

      I love to hear from my readers, so please be sure to check out my website—www.readrhondanelson.com, like me on Facebook or follow me on Twitter @RhondaRNelson.

      Happy reading!

      Rhonda

      The Closer

      Rhonda Nelson

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      A bestselling author, two-time RITA^® Award nominee, RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice nominee and National Readers’ Choice Award winner, RHONDA NELSON writes hot romantic comedy for the Mills & Boon^® Blaze^® line. With more than thirty-five published books to her credit, she’s thrilled with her career and enjoys dreaming up her characters and manipulating the worlds they live in. She and her family make their chaotic but happy home in a small town in northern Alabama. She loves to hear from her readers, so be sure to check her out at www.readrhondanelson.com, follow her on Twitter @RhondaRN elson and like her on Facebook.

      For an old friend and his beautiful wife for reminding me what real romance is all about.

      Contents

       Prologue

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Epilogue

       Excerpt

      Prologue

      Summer 1992

      GRIFFIN WICKLOW SAT on the front porch of the house and idly tossed a baseball into a glove, though there was nothing idle about the rage simmering inside him.

      Lazy bumblebees buzzed around the hydrangea bush while their dogs—Brooks and Dunn—took shelter beneath its shade in a vain attempt to combat the heat. It was sweltering—he could feel the sweat sliding down his back—but the heat matched his mood, so rather than go inside and cool off, he remained on the porch.

      And he watched. Glared. Not that it made any difference.

      Every time the door swung open, he could hear his mother, her voice choked with desperation and as much dignity as she had left, plead with his father as he made trek after determined trek to his car, his arms loaded down with his belongings. Griff’s little sister, Glory, hadn’t quite yet realized what was happening and was peppering both parents with questions. Innocent ones like, “Can I have chocolate milk?” and “Where is Daddy going?”

      His lips curled into a bitter smile.

      On second thought, that last question wasn’t so innocent after all. Gallingly, everyone but Glory knew where their father was going. That’s why the neighbors had manufactured reasons to be outside, so that they could watch the drama unfold before them firsthand. As if his family’s humiliation and pain was for their entertainment.

      Across the street, Mrs. Johnson pretended to water her flowers while shooting covert looks across the way. Next door, Mr. Thigpen lingered by his mailbox, appearing to read a circular as he, too, shot furtive looks toward their house.

      In and out his father went, over and over again, and with each slam of the screen door, Griff’s anger intensified into a white-hot ball of fury, one that made his insides throb, his hands shake and, to his resentful shame, a lump swell in his throat.

      After a cursory glance inside the car and trunk, his father closed the lid. He stood there for a moment, his gaze lingering at a spot on the back tire, then he sighed and made his way back to the porch. He didn’t go