Heart of Summer: Anchorage Seasons Book Two

Book 2: Anchorage Seasons

by Cherime MacFarlane, C. MacFarlane

Genres: Contemporary Romance; Later in Life Romance; Second Chance Romance

Synopsis

He's a sucker for redheads. The last one sent him into hiding for years.
Bea isn't comfortable with alpha men. Dink has a thing for redheads, he loves Bea's hair.
Her first impression of the man proved wrong. He's a pushy know-it-all and mean to her cat. Felix means a lot to Bea. No one hurts her kitty. Bea won't take a chance on some shaved-head jerk, no matter how well he cooks.
On the run for years, Dink shouldn't have let his friendship with Destry keep him from moving on. Now he's in Anchorage with his best friend, trying to protect the kid's mom. The receptionist is a temptation, and he's willing to give in. Dink must face the enemy. A redhead got him into this mess. Can he get out for another one?

Release date: June 24, 2020

Publisher: Paper Gold Publishing

Print pages: 341

Content advisory: steamy

Sample

 

She’d watched the two men go down the stairs to the basement and garage. Destry seemed to be okay, but she didn’t like or trust the other one. Dink struck her as an arrogant ass. Bea didn’t understand all the alpha male bullshit some younger women were into. If all you did was read a book and didn’t try to love one… To her mind, they took prisoners and didn’t know how to have a real relationship with another human. She refused to go down that trail again.

A grin and a chuckle couldn’t be suppressed when Destry and Lily Raven escaped up the stairs to her bedroom. What the cat would think about her new bed partner was another matter. It wouldn’t surprise her too much if Destry got chased out early some morning with Noto in pursuit.

Wouldn’t that be a kick? Bea asked herself. If it happened, it would be doubly entertaining if Destry hit the hall naked. The tall, blond man left Lily Raven standing at the landing at the head of the stairs while he ran back to the kitchen island and gave something to the bald jerk, Dink.

He wasn’t bald, not for real. She figured he shaved his head. Bea wondered if he might be partially bald and decided to go all the way. She thought it hassle enough shaving her legs and underarms. Since escaping from captivity, she’d given it up.

Bea figured her tights hid any unsightly hair on her legs and, in Alaska, wearing a sleeveless anything almost never happened. So she applied deodorant and called it good. Having grown up in Valdez, fripperies—as her granny called them—didn’t interest her. Give her a good pair of thermal underwear, jeans, and a flannel shirt any time.

She got lucky when Lillian Raven Burnett, Esq. saved her ass and gave her a job when she got out of the hospital. The only reason her body stayed in decent condition was her investment in condoms. No wrap, no sex. Her insistence had earned her a beating or two from the bastard who took the money she earned. He got the message after a while. She didn’t care if he beat her bloody. No condom and his clients could jack off in the john.

That phrase tickled her. Bea memorized it for use some other time when applicable. She loved words, the more unusual, the better. They always came in handy when playing Scrabble, a favorite of hers.