NEW RELEASE: Snake’s Salvation by Aliyah Burke #RedHotHeroes
Two people with painful pasts can create something spectacular with each other.
Jason “Snake” LaRue was a Navy SEAL. Now he’s not and he has trust issues and memories he can’t forget no matter how hard he tries. His one solace is a woman who works at the local diner who chases away the darkness in him. But would she ever consider a man with his past?
Loretta Swann has given up art and now works at an all-night diner. Running from her past, she up and goes when the mood strikes. Her one shining moment a day is when the ex-SEAL graces the establishment. An impulsive kiss makes her wonder about something more with him. But when she learns what he wants, will she run again, or stick around to be Snake’s Salvation?
Water ran off her body as she knocked once more and waited to see whose home she’d stumbled onto in the middle of the night. I really need to find out where more people live around here, then perhaps, I wouldn’t be scared standing here.
The door opened, and she held her breath, only to promptly lose it. Crap on a cracker. She’d found her way to Jason La Rue’s residence.
He stood there on the other side of the screen door, wearing a pair of jeans that were open, allowing her to follow the trail of dark hair down below the waistband until she could see no more. Happy trail for sure… Bare feet and no shirt, the man was a walking ad for every single fantasy she’d ever had and some she’d not had.
No matter how hot he was, it was his eyes that got her. They were haunted and overflowing with pain. His features smoothed out, leaving her with a blank slate.
With a deep breath, she opened her mouth. “I’m so sorry to bother you, but my car broke down back there, and I was hoping I could use your phone to call Junior to have it towed. I saw your light was on.” She gave a small smile, which fell away when he didn’t return it. “You know what, never mind. I’ll just walk. Again, sorry to have bothered you.” Pivoting on her toes, she hurried down the steps back out into the rain. “Stupid, stupid idea.”
His deep baritone easily cut through the rain to her, and she stopped. Facing him once more, she waited. He walked across his porch and continued on down to where she stood. His broad shoulders blocked out most of the light from his place so she couldn’t see him well. Feel his presence? Most definitely.
He gripped her arm and guided her back up and, this time, into the house. One lamp glowed, illuminating the shiny wood floors. She froze by the door, and he looked at her.
“I’m soaked. I don’t want to mess up your floors. Is the phone near?”
“You don’t have a phone?”
He tilted his head at her. “I have one. The storm knocked them out.”
“Oh.” She didn’t know what else to say. “I should go, then.”
A simple word but one he made sound like an order, and the back of her neck prickled. “No?”
“It’s dangerous out there on nights like this. You can stay until light.” He gestured for her to follow him.
She walked up the stairs and trailed him into a bathroom where he gave her a thick towel and a large shirt. “Hope you don’t mind wearing one of mine.”
Mind? Not in the least. “Thank you.”