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CATHERINE COWLES BROKEN HARBOR SNEAK PEEK

CATHERINE COWLES BROKEN HARBOR SNEAK PEEK

💙 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐊 💙

USA Today bestseller, Catherine Cowles, has a sneak peek for the next book in the Sparrow Falls Series, Broken Harbor, coming November 19th!


“Gotta say, that’s some creative language,” the man said.


Hell, his voice was just as bad as his chuckle. The sort of tone that had all the tiny hairs on my arms standing at attention. “I didn’t realize someone was lurking around like a creeper,” I snapped.


The man held up his hands in surrender. Hands that looked strong. Long, thick fingers and callused palms. The kind of hands that could lift you up and throw you on the bed—hell. I needed to quit that line of thinking and fast.


“Was just heading over to see if you needed some help,” he said. “Looked like you were doing battle with that tire.”


“I’m good.” My voice was tight, my back molars clamping shut.


The man arched a brow. “You sure about that? I’d hate for any harm to come to a biscuit-eating grandma.”


I scowled at him. Seriously? Was he making fun of me when I was obviously on my last thread of sanity? “I’m fixing it. And I don’t need some overgrown sportsball person getting in my way.”


The man’s lips twitched. “Sportsball?”


I gestured at him. “You’re obviously some sort of athlete. The gear. The muscles—”


“The muscles, huh?” he asked, amusement lacing his tone.


My scowl turned to a glare. “Not interested.”


The man just chuckled again. “Understood. Good luck to you and Grandma. Don’t steal any of her biscuits.”


“Whatever,” I muttered.


“Oh, Warrior?”I glanced up, still glaring, only harder now that the man had given me a nickname.


He grinned at me, the action hitting me somewhere low I didn’t want to look too closely at. He gestured to his cheek. “You’ve got a little something right here.”


I stilled as the man turned to walk away. Even his walk was hot. Probably because his ass looked muscular enough to bounce a quarter off, even in those damn joggers.


I needed to get laid.


Scrambling to my feet, I hurried to the driver’s side door and flipped down the visor. Grease was smeared all over the side of my face. 


Great. Just great.

 

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