RICOCHET
Out for Justice, Book 1
REESE
KNIGHTLEY
M/M
ROMANCE
RELEASE
DATE: 07.07.18
COVER
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BLURB
WITSEC victim Noah
Bradford knows secrets that could get him killed, and staying hidden seems
like a good plan. What he didn’t plan on is losing his heart to a man who is
sworn to protect him.
Battle scarred US
Marshal Robert “Mac” Mackenzie has a job to do, and guaranteeing
the safety of Noah Bradford is at the top of that list. Mac will do whatever it
takes to keep Noah safe, even if it means walking away.
Mac and Noah, brought
together during extreme circumstances, have been separated by evil. It's been
six years, give or take, and Noah is coming for vengeance against the men
who killed his mother. He's on a collision course with Mac, who has no idea of
the man Noah has become. Sparks fly and the heat sizzles when these two
powerful men are reunited, but will they survive the passion the past created?
EXCERPT
Noah sat
watching Mac through the windshield of the SUV. Mac had gotten off the freeway
before pulling over next to a roadside stand. The man got out and bought a
bunch of flowers and although Noah wondered why, he didn’t ask.
A few
miles down the road, Mac pulled into a cemetery.
“I’ll be
right back,” the marshal said after parking the SUV. Mac got out and walked
across the grass, avoiding headstones until he stopped before one and placed
the flowers in the vase in front of it. He looked so totally alone, standing
strong against the wind.
Mac’s
lips moved as he talked to the grave, and Noah could tell this was someone
important to Mac by the way his fingers lingered on the gray headstone.
Something about Mac standing alone near the grave caused a tightness in Noah’s
chest, and he found himself leaving the warmth of the SUV.
Mac
looked up when he shut the vehicle’s door, and their eyes met across the
distance. Noah didn’t approach. He just wanted Mac to know he was there if the
man needed him. A moment later, Mac approached and they both silently got back
into the vehicle.
“Was that
a friend?” Noah asked tentatively.
“Family,”
Mac said brusquely, and Noah turned to glance out the window, swallowing the
lump in his throat, and then looked back at Mac.
His gaze
was drawn to the dark-haired man with a sexy five o’clock shadow growing along
a chiseled jawline. Although he couldn’t see it from this side, the scar
running down the left side of the man’s face gave Mac a dangerous look. In the
close confines of the vehicle, Noah was very aware of the power in Mac’s corded
arms and shoulders. The muscular chest he’d been held against during the escape
drew his eyes time and again.
Mac took
a series of side streets before getting them back to the safe house. Sitting on
the couch, he tracked the marshal with his eyes, watching as the man turned on
the television and selected a station. Jake and Jenny were on their way back
but had stopped for a bite to eat.
He found
himself staring at Mac’s trim hips. His eyes darted away before returning after
a brief moment to lock on Mac’s ass. Freaking hell, no way would a man like Mac
want him. Yet that didn’t stop him from wishing. He would have given anything
for Mac to look at him and see someone other than a needy WITSEC victim.
Mac
stalked back toward him, and Noah jerked his gaze to the television. Despite
feeling displaced and scared, he felt better with Mac nearby. The man hadn’t
said a word since they’d returned from the cemetery, and Noah couldn’t figure
out what he’d done wrong.
Mac
dropped onto the couch next to him. The marshal’s scent reached his nose, and
his overactive imagination pictured Mac’s scent on his body and how that would
possibly work. His pulse suddenly hummed in his ears. The man’s weight dipped
the cushion, and one massive thigh innocently brushed against his leg. Instant
arousal hit, and Noah lifted one of the small decorative pillows to clutch in
his lap.
Mac
scowled at him, and Noah shifted beneath the somewhat angry stare. Again, he
wondered if he’d done something wrong. The normally kind man was missing, and
in his place was an irritated stranger.
The
marshal’s phone rang, and Mac’s eyes narrowed before he answered it.
“Mackenzie,”
Mac snapped.
“If you
have stuff to do, I’m fine on my-” Noah stopped when Mac shushed him with a
stern look.
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
A native
Californian, Reese spends her time creating stories from the characters
rattling around in her head, which has caused her to talk to herself on more
than one occasion. Her love for reading mystery, fantasy, action and adventure,
and contemporary romance led to her love of writing, which keeps her up day and
night. Next to writing comes her love for coffee and wine, in no particular
order. When not writing, Reese can be found working a part-time job where she
day dreams of writing. She loves to hear from her readers and can be contacted
at Reeseknightleyauthor@gmail.com
TWITTER: https://twitter.com/Reese_Knightley
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