Stalking Red

Book 2: Copper River Romances

by Cherime MacFarlane

Genres: Native American & Aboriginal; Small Town & Rural; Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

She doesn't need love. A friend with benefits would be nice.
NUMBER 2 Listopia Romance With Strong Contemporary Females, NUMBER 3 Listopia Western and Native American Romance
Red, Brenda Levere has been on her own for a very long time. PR, Paul Revere Jones comes from a big family, part Alaska Native and part white. When Red moves into his apartment complex, PR begins the hunt of a lifetime. He wants the prickly woman. Red throws a big glitch in his plans by getting involved with another man. PR continues his friendly interaction with Red as he bides his time. Reardon dumps Red and PR happily deepens their friendship. But Red is shy having been burned before. It is one tough hunt. Can he get her to the altar or will Red keep him at arms length as a friend with benefits?

Release date: October 16, 2013

Publisher: Paper Gold Publishing

Print pages: 250

Content advisory: Steamy

Sample

 

He had delivered the van to the church, picked up his truck, then made it home to his apartment building in time to see Reardon opening the apartment complex's security door with a key. The bastard had dumped Brenda in early June. Jones was aware of the hurt Reardon had caused her, as he and Brenda were friends. Brenda had spent the last few weeks hanging out with him and had cried on his shoulder several times.

PR parked his truck hurriedly. Brenda was adamant about getting the keys back from Reardon. It appeared the guy had copies made, which he had not given back to her. Somehow, Jones just did not see Brenda letting Reardon in again.

As soon as he got the security door open, he heard shouting in Brenda's downstairs apartment, which was in the very front of the building. She was clearly pissed. Reardon was a first class prick; PR knew she might need a little help. Brenda was not a really big woman, even though she made up for lack of height with a temper like a ticked off wolverine. PR’s mouth quirked up in a grin as he heard the shouting escalate.

Jones banged on the apartment door. "Hey Brenda! It's me PR. Open the door, honey! What's going on in there?"

PR figured he'd just become the boyfriend. Reardon wouldn't know they were still just friends. Though PR was hoping to change his status with Brenda once he thought she was really over the shithead.

Jones tried the doorknob; it opened giving PR a good view of the pushing match in the hall, which Brenda was clearly winning. From the way Reardon was moving, it was a pretty sure bet he was drunk. Reardon had dumped his tee shirt and pants on the couch. There was still enough light in the summer sky over Anchorage to see Reardon's clothing in a tangled pile.

"Hey man! Leave my girl alone!” PR strode down the hall where he grabbed Reardon's shoulder. He spun him around, then pushed him in the direction of the couch.

Brenda ran up behind Reardon. She shoved him so hard he fell face down on the couch cushion. "Thanks, Jones. This bastard kept a key! Can you believe the little creep! He thought he was gonna just meander right on in here and take up with good ole dumb little me. Prick!"

Brenda walked over to kick Reardon in the ass with one bare foot. Then she bounced around, holding her toes. "Look what you made me do you shit! God's gift to lonely hearts all over Anchorage."

"Easy there, honey!" PR wagged a finger at her with a grin. "You call this jerk a taxi, I'll get the keys out of his pocket and then we can send him on his way."

PR started toward Reardon's pants to get the keys.

"Come on Brenda honey. What are you doing fooling around with this little punk half breed, anyway?" Reardon slurred out.

Brenda looked at Jones' face. The insult Reardon had thrown in PR's direction had caused his mouth to thin. PR's fists were clenched. Brenda knew a creep like Reardon would certainly do his best to get the law involved if PR touched him in any manner. Brenda walked over to the couch where she grabbed double handfuls of his coifed blonde hair.