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Come A Little Closer is #2 in the Novella collection Always On My Mind and Come A Little Closer
These are the Pick-Your-Passion books where the readers gets to pick whether they read the “sweet” or “heat” love scenes.
These are the Pick-Your-Passion books where the readers gets to pick whether they read the “sweet” or “heat” love scenes.
Take nothing for granted…
Serve and protect. That’s what Sheriff Teague Castro promised the good people of Bartell County, Georgia. But when he reunites with his first love, his supporters suddenly wonder if he’s too distracted to uphold his sworn commitment.
When Jenny buys an expensive house Teague could never afford on a sheriff’s salary, small-town gossip runs wild. If he can’t take care of his own family, is he fit to protect a whole county? Until his job is secure, Teague presses pause on his love life.
But when a crisis calls him to the front line, it triggers memories from a tragic case still haunting him. Only this time, Jenny’s life is on the line, and the confrontation could quickly turn Teague’s forever into never.
***A PICK YOUR PASSION Novella from Kelsey and Nancy - pick your passion level - sweet or heat as you enjoy the continuing romance of Sheriff Teague Castro and Jenny Cady. Let us know how you like the PYP feature by emailing PyP@TheGrannySeries.com
Chapter
One
Walking down Main
Street, Sheriff Teague Castro truly understood what the phrase on
top of the world meant. The Georgia sky was a
clear blue, and in late September there was a hint of cool in the
air, just enough to make him think of picking apples and sharing
hayrides pulled by Mr. Caldwell’s team of donkeys.
And since the love of
his life had recently moved here from Boston, he was eager for the
weather to cool off. That would allow him to sit on his porch wrapped
in a blanket with her, and if Jenny didn’t happen to have all her
clothes on at the time, all the better.
It was only a short
stroll from the sheriff’s office to the town square. He opened
Icing On The Cake’s front door, and the customers sitting at small
tables were almost overshadowed by the bakery’s bright
yellow-and-pink-striped walls. But his momentary grand mal seizure
was quickly soothed as the scent of vanilla and sugar rolled over
him.
“Hey there,
Sheriff.” The bakery’s owner, Desi Fanning, looked up from
stocking her counters with brownies the size of Teague’s palm. “You
sure look happy today. Want to let the rest of us in on your source
of sunshine?”
“Fall-like weather
and not a single arrest all week. I’d say that’s enough to make a
man smile.”
Her eyes danced with
mischief as she leaned on the counter and pushed her glossy red braid
behind one shoulder. He admired a woman like her, one who’d had a
tough time but was strong enough to start over. From the rumors, her
ex-husband was one of those possessive guys, the kind whose actions
could have easily tipped over into abuse territory. So it was great
to see Desi so happy and relaxed. “Oh, and it has nothing to do
with you being in loooove?”
He laughed. Since
Desi and Jenny were both relatively new to town and had kids around
the same age, it hadn’t taken them long to become fast friends.
“Jenny’s always good for my mood.”
Although he was
grateful Jenny’s divorce had given them the opportunity to start
over, he was also impatient to start living the life they should’ve
built together years ago.
Down, Castro. No
one’s going to take her away from you again.
After all, he’d
been the one to ruin things years ago. And in all that time, no other
woman had been able to get to him the way Jenny did. When she married
some country-club type up north, he thought he’d never get another
chance to let her know how much she meant to him.
Now, he would prove
every day to Jenny and her nine-year-old son, Grayson, that they
meant more to him than anything in this world.
“As well she should
be. What can I get you today?” She tapped her cheek with a finger
then pointed at him. “Wait a minute. Bet I can guess. Eclairs?”
In a town of fewer
than ten thousand people, it was hard for a man to have secrets.
Still, he had to try to maintain a little mystery. “Maybe I want
some of those Ranger cookies over there.”
“Really?”
“No. Two eclairs,
please.”
“Thought so.” She
was already reaching for a box and opening the case piled with cream
puffs, little pies, and eclairs. “Sure you don’t want a half
dozen?”
“Just two.” Last
time he’d taken treats out to Summer Haven, Jenny had scolded him,
telling him if he didn’t stop feeding her, she wouldn’t be able
to fit into her jeans. Didn’t keep her from eating the eclairs
though. She might be addicted to the pastries, but he was addicted to
the sweet taste of cream filling and chocolate from her kisses.
And if you asked him,
her jeans looked excellent when they were a little tight.
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