Beth Andrews - Small-Town Redemption

Talk about a change of plans!

E.R. nurse Charlotte Ellison has her life mapped out, including a happily-ever-after with the perfect man. Sure, that disastrous night with sexy badass Kane Bartasavich wasn’t in the plan. He’s the opposite of perfect, and forever isn’t in his vocabulary. What was she thinking? Still, she simply has to stay away from him and everything will be on track.

But avoidance is impossible when Kane lands in her E.R. All of Charlotte’s protective instincts come out when she sees him in pain. She knows firsthand getting involved with him is a bad deal. But this attraction might be too deep to ignore.

Couldn’t he see she was flirting with him?

When Kane lowered his arm, Charlotte touched the tip of the sword tattooed on his biceps. “What does this one mean?”

“In some cultures,” he said, his tone gruff, “it symbolizes judgment.”

Judgment. She hadn’t expected that. Had thought someone like him would’ve chosen a different emblem, something that meant power or perhaps antiestablishment. Power to the people and all that. A hand with the middle finger sticking up.

Maybe there was more to him than she’d thought.

“What are you doing here, Red?” He looked pointedly at her hand still on his arm, her fingers caressing the smoothness of his skin as if of their own will.

Good question. What was she doing here? Her first instinct was to leap back, to put as much distance between them as possible. But that would defeat her purpose, wouldn’t it? She could do this. She would do this. Kane would be hers for one night.

She’d come too far to back down now.

Dear Reader,

One of the things I love most about writing is discovering my characters. It never fails: I start a book thinking I know each character’s complete backstory, personality and the traits that will make them fully developed and realistic. I often have page upon page of notes outlining their strengths and flaws, how they’ll react to others and what it will take to push them out of their comfortable—if not completely fulfilling—existence, and into the lives they were meant to live.

And then, as I’m writing, something always, always takes me by surprise. A previously cynical hero turns out to be shy and romantic. A heroine who was supposed to be a sweet-natured pushover fights her way through a story. It’s these surprising insights that, I think, make my characters become people we want to root for and stick with throughout an entire book.

That’s exactly what happened with Kane Bartasavich, the sexy bartender first introduced in What Happens Between Friends (Mills & Boon Superromance, August 2013). I thought Kane was your typical bad boy. He had the looks and the attitude, after all. He was, in my mind, a loner with a chip on his shoulder, someone no one could get close to.

Until his teenage daughter showed up at his apartment.

Yes, I was surprised by that development. But the more I wrote, the more I realized I’d initially shortchanged Kane by labeling him as just another bad boy. He’s so much more—which Charlotte Ellison quickly realizes!

I loved writing Kane and Charlotte’s story and revisiting the town of Shady Grove. Later this year my fifth book in the In Shady Grove series will be out, where charming playboy Leo Montesano meets his match. I hope you’ll look for it!

Please visit my website, www.bethandrews.net, or drop me a line at beth@bethandrews.net. I’d love to hear from you.

Happy reading!

Beth Andrews

Small-Town Redemption

Beth Andrews

www.millsandboon.co.uk

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Romance Writers of America RITA® Award winning author Beth Andrews writes contemporary romance for Harlequin’s Superromance line, checks for her kids’ college tuition bills and text messages that somehow end up on her kids’ Twitter feeds. She loves coffee, hockey and happy endings. Learn more about Beth and her books by visiting her website, www.BethAndrews.net.

To my wonderful editor, Wanda Ottewell.

Thank you so much for your insight, encouragement and patience!

Acknowledgment

Special thanks to Taryn Maley, RN, for her invaluable help.

Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Extract

CHAPTER ONE

CHARLOTTE ELLISON HAD a life plan.

She’d had a life plan, she amended as she stomped up the wooden stairs. She’d had it all figured out, had carefully planned how to achieve her goals and gone after them, no holds barred. And she’d achieved so much, had always done what she’d set out to do. Had always, always gotten what she’d wanted.

Until two weeks ago when she’d made a complete and utter fool of herself. When she’d kissed the man she loved, the man she was so sure was going to be the father of her future children, and he’d responded with a pat on the head and a kind I’m just not into you.

Bastard.

Her ankle twisted. Pain shot up her leg and she almost did a face-plant on the stairs before catching her balance. She glared at her shoes. Stupid four-inch hooker heels. And to think, they’d actually seemed like a good idea when she’d bought them. She continued on, resolute and limping, the sound of her footsteps bouncing off the walls, the echoes mocking her.

But worse than that humiliation? The next day she’d discovered the real reason James Montesano didn’t want her.

He loved her sister.

Tears stung Charlotte’s eyes, tickled her nose. She sniffed them back. She was through crying. Done. It was time to move on. Back in the saddle and all that. But it grated—oh, how it grated—that she’d done everything right, every last damn thing, and still she’d failed in a stunning and spectacular fashion.

It wasn’t fair.

Not when she’d worked so hard, planned so well and considered each and every possible outcome.

She pressed her lips together, bumped her fist against her thigh with each step. Okay, so she’d considered every possible outcome except the one that had actually happened. She could hardly believe she’d been so naive. So stupid.

Never again.

No more lists. No more worrying about the future. No more plans. She’d learned her lesson. From now on, she was following her instincts. Being spontaneous. Taking the road not taken.

That road led here where, in a matter of minutes, she’d prove she was a desirable woman worthy of a man’s attention. Not just any man, either. A gorgeous, sexy man with a cool, hooded gaze, a hard body covered in tattoos and a perpetual smirk. A dangerous man. The kind who would induce panic in her mother, give her father nightmares and make all of her friends weep with envy.

The kind of man she’d sworn never to get involved with, had never before been interested in. The kind of man Sadie—her pretty, flighty, reckless sister—usually went for.

Biting her lower lip, Char stared at the warped wooden door. Behind it lay the key to her vindication.

Or her complete ruin.

She was putting her self-worth on the line here. Was tossing aside her morals and pride. He’d better be worth it.

She knocked, the sharp raps brisk and authoritative, as if her knees weren’t shaking. As if she weren’t terrified out of her mind.

When the door remained shut for the longest three minutes of her life, no sound of movement coming from behind it, she used the side of her fist to pound on the wood. Repeatedly.