The Daniels Brothers Books 1-4

Genres: Contemporary Romance; Police & Law Enforcement Romance; Small-town Romance; Sports Romance; Workplace Romance; Second Chance Romance

Synopsis

From Book 1:

All Elizabeth Marshall wants to do is start over in the small town of Springfield, Ohio where no one knows her. The old, three-story, Victorian house seems like the perfect place to heal from the scars of her past and rebuild her life, but her plans quickly get derailed when she meets her upstairs neighbor.

Christopher Daniels is all alpha male---tall, broad shoulders, and dark brown eyes that seem to be able to look into her soul. His sharp attitude the first time they meet puts her on edge, but then he goes and offers her a job at his construction company. The more they work together, the more the lines between professional and personal begin to blur and she finds herself letting her guard down.

As they turn up the heat on their relationship, she finds herself forced to confront her insecurities...and the secrets she's been trying to put behind her. But just as Elizabeth thinks she might get her second chance at finding love and a happily ever after, someone from her past has decided they aren't ready to let go.

"Great contemporary romance series about 4 brothers – each different in their own way but yet same in the love for family. Highly recommend this series." ⭐⭐⭐⭐- Amazon Reviewer

WOW, i loved this story! From the start I was hooked & read it in just one sitting! ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

- debbie

This was my first book by this author but it won't be my last!!! With some sizzling chemistry, suspense and some danger thrown in you won't regret reading it!! Loved the writing style and the storyline and would highly recommend this book!! ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

- Tracie Fields

About the series: The Daniels Brothers romances are about four brothers and would do anything for the women they love. Fall in love with these sweet and sexy men!
-Book 1: Behind Closed Doors
-Book 2: Red Zone
-Book 3: Crossing the Line
-Book 4: What Might Have Been

About the author:
Sherri picked up her first romance novel when she was twelve and immediately she was hooked. She would stay up reading long after everyone else in her house had gone to bed, needing to see the hero and heroine get their happily ever after. But Sherri never imagined becoming an author.

At the age of thirty, all that changed. After getting frustrated with the direction a television show was taking two of its characters, Sherri decided to try her hand at writing an alternative ending to give the characters the happy ending they deserved.

Since then, writing has become a creative outlet that allows her to explore a wide range of emotions, while having fun taking her characters through all the twists and turns she can create.

Release date: December 17, 2017

Publisher: Sherri Hayes Author

Sample

Megan looked everywhere she could think of, even walking outside to see if she could spot him talking on his cell or something, but she came up empty. He was nowhere to be found, and after twenty minutes of searching, she decided to head upstairs to her room. She figured he had to come back eventually, right?

As soon as Megan stepped inside her room, she kicked off her shoes. High heels made your legs look great, but they were killer on your feet. Next to come off was her jewelry, and then finally, her dress. She’d dressed up more than usual for Chris and Elizabeth’s wedding—more sophisticated, too. The dress

she’d chosen was knee length, perfectly conservative, and had cute ruffled sleeves. To be honest, she was dressed more like her sister than she was herself. On most days, Megan preferred jeans and T-shirts, although she also liked skirts that showed off her legs. She might only be five foot five, but she had nice legs. Why not flaunt them?

She padded into the bathroom in her bare feet, figuring she’d go ahead and get ready for bed. When she emerged ten minutes later, she found the kitty cat pajamas she’d brought with her—since moving in with Paul and Chloe, she’d had to make adjustments to her sleepwear—and put them on.

Megan was about to crawl into bed and see what she could find on television when she heard what sounded like something crashing to the floor next door. Jumping up, Megan went to the door connecting her room with Paul’s. He’d gotten them adjoining rooms to make it easier for Chloe, but since the little girl was with her grandmother, Megan knew the noise had to be coming from Paul.

“Paul? Are you all right over there?”

No answer.

“Paul?” Still nothing. Without stopping to think, Megan turned the handle on the door. It wasn’t locked, and it opened easily. She peeked inside, and what she saw had her scrambling across the room in a hurry. Paul was balanced—barely—against the dresser that supported the television. He looked as if he’d just come from the bathroom, and he was drunk. Not a little drunk, but can’t-walk-straight-or-talk-withoutslurring-his-words drunk. She’d never seen him like this.

“Meg-Meg-an.” He sighed, and attempted to raise his arm toward her as she wrapped her arm around his waist. He was twice her size, and in his current condition, he was dead weight.

With little help from him, Megan moved him a few feet over to the bed. He plopped down so hard he bounced.

Once she was fairly sure he wasn’t going to topple over, she glanced around the room. That was when she noticed the bottle of scotch on the coffee table. Most of the bottle appeared to be gone, and as there was no one else in the room, she had to assume he’d drunk it all himself.

“Will you be okay for a minute?”

“Su-sure.” Paul smiled up at her, and she felt something flutter in the pit of her stomach.

Stop it, she told herself, as she marched back into her room to get some ibuprofen.

He was still where she left him when she returned with something for the headache he was bound to have come morning. She took one of the glasses provided by the hotel into the bathroom to fill it up with water, before returning to stand directly in front of him. “Here. Take these. If you drank as much as I think you did, then you are going to have one massive hangover in the morning.”

Without comment, or protest, Paul downed the pills like they were candy. She handed him the water, and he drained that within seconds as well.

When he was done, she took the glass from him, and went to refill it. Again, he drained it when she brought it back to him. Once he polished that one off, Megan set aside the empty glass. She couldn’t help but wonder what had brought this on, although she was pretty sure she knew.

Megan was lost in thought when she felt Paul’s fingers brush the outside of her legs. At first, she thought it was unintentional, but then he got bolder and flattened his palms so that they were bracketing her waist. She could feel the heat of his hands through her clothes. Megan knew she should push him away—he was drunk, after all—but she couldn’t. She wanted to see what he would do.

“Always wear . . . most in . . . testing . . . p . . . jamaszzz.”

She swallowed. He noticed her pajamas? Since when? “I like cats.”