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Author's note: This series is NOT to be considered Christian Fiction.
~ Reformed gang member Wes Carter feels Redemption, Wisconsin, is just the place to relocate his financial business for reasons more than just the name. He's ready for a nice, quiet life in small town USA. Tara Russell has decided it's time to add some excitement to her life and get a little wild--no matter how uncomfortable it makes her or her overprotective family. They meet at the local fair one warm summer night and discover opposites attract for all the right reasons. Add a dash of Sugar in the form of an incorrigible Great Dane, and it's destined to be A Fair To Remember.
Wes Carter took another bite of his hamburger and surveyed the baseball diamond in front of him as he savored the flavor of his cheap burger with ketchup and mustard. If the number of men on the far side of the field were any indication, they were planning quite the pyrotechnics display for later tonight. He might just have to hang around for that, he hadn't watched fireworks in years.
He'd had a feeling about this town when he'd read the business listings on the Internet--and not only because of the name. Further research revealed Redemption to be just what he was looking for.
Well, except for the stalker with the dog.
A wry grin lifted his lips as he scanned the immediate area. It looked like he'd finally lost her. During the few glances he'd snuck, he'd noticed her trim figure in shorts and sexy tank, with just the right amount of curves up top, and a bouncing ponytail of shiny black hair that would reach all the way down her back when set free.He loved long hair.
But whoa, he was getting off track. Between the bikers he'd seen her chumming with, and the tatts on her arms, she appeared to walk farther on the wild side than he was comfortable with these days. Hell, she even had one on her neck...her slim, delicate, tanned neck. Wild. Maybe crazy was more like it the way she'd followed him around with that hulking monster of a dog.
Wild and crazy, and pretty to boot...he felt a little zing nip at his pulse. Yeah, he was the crazy one now. He was done with women like that, and, yes, he knew all about them, he'd grown up with them. A twinge of pain in his back made him wince, despite the fact the sensation remained only in his head. Though the wound had healed weeks ago, it kept reminding him of all he'd left behind--the big city fast track with the crime and the gangs.
No more looking over his shoulder, and wild women didn't fit into the nice, quiet, stable life he planned to build in this town. No matter how pretty they were.
Wes started to look over his shoulder at the sound of that sharp command called out so close behind him, but he never made it past the pitching mound. Next thing he knew, he laid face first in the grass, his hamburger smashed against his chest and a heavy weight on his back. He turned his head to the side so he could breathe and something wet and warm doused his face from chin to eyebrow.
"Ugh," he managed, concluding pretty quick that a dog stood on his back--a large, whining, panting monster of a dog.
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