Book & Author Details:
Rogue in Love: Thea and Lex
by Inger Iversen
Publication date: March 28th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Synopsis:
Missing Teal and Trent from Inevitable: Love & War? Check out Rogue in Love, the beginning of a series of standalones featuring Trent Reed’s new employees!
Ten years ago, Lex made the difficult choice to skip town, abandoning the young girl who’d offered him her innocence and a place in her heart. However, when Lex is called back to Blackwater to say goodbye to his dying confidant, he is confronted by the broken-hearted woman he left behind and given the task of helping her mend the gaping hole his absence created.
When Thea and Lex reunite, sparks fly and secrets are unveiled.
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Excerpt:
Well,
be still my fucking heart. The organ nearly halted and sprang from his
chest. Theodora Lee Scott was a sight for sore eyes, but why the hell wasn’t
she in New York? The shotgun in her hand was completely another story. She held
it level and steadier than he’d ever seen her hold the thing, aimed straight at
his chest just like he’d taught her. One twitch of the finger and Lex was a
dead man. He could only imagine what Thea saw in front of her. A man or
creature from the lagoon had crawled inside what looked to be her bedroom window
and ended up in her kitchen fixing a fucking sandwich. He hadn’t shaved or
properly bathed in so long he was sure he looked just as rank as he smelled.
Lake water would only go so far.
Shoving
the shotgun closer, Thea moved her aim. “I said put your hands up.” Thea’s
voice held a slight tremble of fear. No doubt, she’d shoot his ass if she had
to, but Lex heard the small quiver and confusion laced within that melodic
voice. It’d been damned near ten years since he’d heard it and even longer
since he’d had the pleasure of hearing her laughter. Slowly, Lex raised his
hands up and over his head. He watched as Thea released a breath and calmed
ever so slightly. A smart man would speak up now because she’d at least
recognize his voice—remind her of who he was, who he had been … and then tan
her hide for having the balls to fall in love with someone else and leave him
in her past.
Her
eyes darted around, taking in the room and the food on the counter.
“What the hell are you doing here, you damned
thief?” Bold words from the woman who’d stolen his ability to breathe every
time she so much as looked at him. However, he wasn’t a thief—okay … well, if
life gave you lemons—but he’d never steal from family. And that was what Thea
and Earl had always been for him. Earl had always been there for him when his
father was locked up and his mother out with whatever man was paying for her
coke at the time. Old Earl, steady and dependable; sure and strong. Lex knew
his mistake the second he’d hopped through the window, anticipation eating him
up from the inside out. His first stop once he’d made it back into town should
have been Earl’s place—home, but even then, he hadn't expected to see Thea. She
had left for college years ago with big plans for city living as a journalist or
a reporter, a new man at her side and a fat ass rock on her finger. He’d
learned her plans had changed and she’d fast tracked her way through medical
school.
So,
what the hell is she doing here now? At the thought, Lex glanced at her left
hand—bare. Oh, shit, what happened to Mr. Three Piece Suit and his diamond?
Lex made to reach for the pink and purple treasure Thea had gifted him some
fifteen years ago, but the barrel of the shotgun in his face stayed his hand.
Lex
cleared his throat, neglect and liquor roughing it up. “Thea … Thea-bear—” Her
gasp gave him pause. He caught the slight tremor in her hand and the shotgun
wavered and lowered a fraction. He almost smiled at her deepening frown from
the use of her nickname. Of course, she was pissed at his ass. He left without
a proper good-bye, and after she offered him her virginity, too. She’d run
away, red-faced and teary-eyed at his refusal. No man would ever be worthy of
lil Thea-bear, especially not uneducated, poor, white trash such as himself.
Even so, she’d been a child. Too young to understand the gift she was offering
or the fool she was offering it to. Lex took her in from her delectable head to
her plum red painted toes. Just as he’d remembered her, she possessed her
mother’s striking features. Soft golden eyes the color of amber in sunlight,
smooth milk chocolate skin, and a riot of jet black unruly curls atop her head.
Fuck, has she always been this beautiful? He
recalled the young child she’d been all those years ago and the young woman
she’d grown into as he watched from a distance. Now, in front of him stood a
beautiful, mature adult poised with a shotgun aimed to kill. And still, all he
could see was her beautiful hour glass figure with a bit more weight on the
bottom than top, just as he liked it, the spark of intelligence in her eyes,
and the perfect way she held that damned gun just like he’d taught her. She’d
protect herself, she’d stay safe even if it meant taking a life.
AUTHOR BIO:
Inger Iversen was born in 1982 to Anne and Kaii Iversen. She lives in Virginia Beach with her overweight lap cat, Max and her tree hugging boyfriend Joshua. She spends 90 percent of her time in Barnes and Noble and the other ten pretending not to want to be in Barnes and Noble.
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