A sexy hometown hero returns to rescue the one who got away
Ten years ago, bad boy Nick Anderson left homeand a brokenhearted Shelby Stillwater in his wake. Now the retired navy SEAL has inherited the family ranch Shelby calls home. Almost in foreclosure, the property is being sabotaged to force a sale...and Shelby is in mortal danger.
As Nick and Shelby work together to stop the vandals, old passions and new threats arise. The ranch carries painful memories, and Nicks not sure if hes willing to work to save the land. But as he finds new purpose and a new home, he remains determined to keep Shelby from harm...even if it means risking everything he holds dear in the process.
Six oclock sharp. Wear something more civilized than jeans.
I have some black silk boxers that are formal. That do?
Flushing, she scowled at him. Stop it, Nick.
Then his cocky grin dropped and his gaze turned serious. Youll be safer with me here, Shelby. Im not going to leave until I find out whos been doing these things and threatening you and the ranch. I promise you, I will catch them.
With a nod, he headed out the door. Ill bring my things over later. Need to have a look around the place first.
As she watched him walk down the steps, a warm tingle raced down her spine. Not from his quiet words or the relief they brought, but the awareness of him as a man and the unspoken intent lingering in his eyes, a sensual promise that could lead them straight down the road where theyd left off ten years ago.
And straight back into hell.
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Dear Reader,
Everyone remembers their first crush. Sometimes we may wonder what happened to that cute guy who broke our hearts and got away.
Shelby Stillwater isnt left wondering anymore when handsome Nick Anderson comes waltzing back into town after ten long years. Nick is the cute guy who was her first crush. Protective of her in high school, he was her best friend, until the day when he caught her crying and kissed her.
Nick abandoned her afterward, and Shelby never forgave him for walking away. But when Nick comes back to Tennessee for his fathers funeral, Shelby knows there is more at stake than opening wounds from the past. Someone has been sabotaging the Belle Creek ranch, where she lives, putting its operation deeper into debt. Shelby needs Nicks help to save the only home shes ever known.
For Nick, a former SEAL who has felt lost ever since leaving the navy, seeing Shelby fires his blood once more. He could never forget the soft feel of her mouth beneath his, or how her kiss drove him mad with desire. Now the old feelings have returned. Nick is a classic nomad, running away from his feelings. It will take all his self-control and discipline to work with Shelby to find the criminals trying to force him into selling Belle Creek to a powerful developer.
I hope you enjoy Navy SEAL Protector and Nick and Shelbys reunion romance. Its a story of two lost souls who never forgot each other, and of a homecoming they will always remember.
Happy reading!
Bonnie Vanak
Navy SEAL Protector
Bonnie Vanak
www.millsandboon.co.uk
New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author BONNIE VANAK is passionate about romance novels and telling stories. A former newspaper reporter, she worked as a journalist for a large international charity for several years, traveling to countries such as Haiti to report on the sufferings of the poor. Bonnie lives in Florida with her husband, Frank, and is a member of Romance Writers of America. She loves to hear from readers. She can be reached through her website, bonnievanak.com.
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Contents
Cover
Back Cover Text
Introduction
Dear Reader
Title Page
About the Author
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Extract
Copyright
Chapter 1
No one was kicking her out of her home, even if she had to work double shifts until she dropped.
Shelby Stillwater swiped a hand across her sweating brow, righted the white cowboy hat on her head and then watched as the bartender poured another frosty pitcher of golden beer. Friday night at the Bucking Bronc Steak House. Tips should be good tonight, as long as she could avoid the ungentlemanly slurs and smile, smile, smile.
Brown curls bobbing as she walked and the white fringe at the hem of her short skirt swaying like reeds in a hard wind, she carried the pitcher to table fourteen. The gray-haired geezer with a belly spilling in a waterfall over his silver belt buckle tried to squeeze her bottom, but she danced away.
Cmere, sweet thang, he called out in a slur. Lemme take another look at you.
Look at this, she silently fumed, tempted to flip him her middle finger. Instead, she headed for another table, pad in hand, her back and feet feeling as if twin weights were dumped on them. The group of ten businessmen from Nashville had ordered enough food to feed a small country. Their bill was solidly into the triple digits and they might give her a triple-digit tip if she could avoid the octopus with the wandering hands.
A big tip meant a store-bought cake instead of homemade for Timmy. His sixth birthday was in a few days and she planned to celebrate it in style.
Shelby bustled through orders, patiently allowing a patron to switch tables three times because the lighting isnt good here, and returned a steak when a grumpy woman said it was rare, even though the woman had ordered it extra rare. She generally liked waitressing and most guests were well-mannered locals who treated her well. But with the big country-music convention in the next town this weekend, the out-of-town guests were taxing her patience.
Shelby returned the credit card to table fourteen. Waterfall Belly belched, signed the check and the men left, talking loudly.
She peeked at the bill and stared at the tip.
A measly twelve dollars for a three-hundred-and-fifty-dollar bill? Anger simmered, but she refused to surrender to it. Already skating on thin ice with Bill, if she ran after the customers and told them what she thought of their tip, then...
Instead, she shoved the check into her apron and pushed on.
Later, shed kick off the white cowboy boots, put up her feet and have a glass of white wine while watching Steel Magnolias, a favorite comfort movie. Gone were the days when her mother, in a rare moment of sobriety, would cuddle up next to her on the sofa and theyd watch the movie while munching on a tub of popcorn. Mom had named her after the tragic Shelby in the film. This Shelby preferred to think she was more the Ouiser type, tough and pragmatic.
Im more like a tin daisy. But Ive had it worse.
Living in her familys car when they were evicted because her daddy couldnt hold down a job was worse. Going to school in ragged clothing that shed mended herself because Mama was sleeping off a hangover was worse.
But eighteen years ago, when Silas Anderson gave her father a job at the Belle Creek Ranch, things started to turn around. A sudden bout of grief made her pause and catch her breath. Silas had died last week. Funeral tomorrow. Shed felt genuine sorrow for the mans passing. Silas had been more of a father to her than her drunken dad.
Shed put her own money into the ranch, reducing her salary for the job she did as the ranch bookkeeper, and paid for small repairs when things got broken. Lately, lots of things had been broken. Shelby would do anything to keep her little apartment above the garage. The Belle Creek was home. Silas and Dan, his nephew and the ranch manager, had allowed her to live rent-free for the past ten years.
Even though the ranch could face foreclosure, she felt confident things would work out with her help.
Timmy loved the ranch, more than he adored cake. Ill make Timmy the biggest, best birthday cake with his favorite cinnamon icing. Maybe add sprinkleshes crazy about colored sprinkles...
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a grizzled, silver-headed man sit at a booth in her section. He wore a faded olive drab jacket decorated with many patches. Old Vern, whod served many tours in Nam. Shelby forgot about the lousy tip. With a big smile, she headed for him.
Hi, Vern. How are you?
The elderly man brightened. Right as rain, Shelby.
For a few minutes she listened to him talk about everything from the weather to his grandchildren. Vern came in every Friday, probably for the company. He lived alone, and she knew he had little money. So every Friday, she paid for his meal on the sly, telling him they had a special for vets.
Seeing her manager frown and start toward her, she promised Vern to put in his order straightaway.
After doing so, head pounding from the grinding country music pumping through the speakers, her feet hurting, Shelby decided to steal a five-minute break. She headed into the back room that served as the employee quarters. Rows of steel-gray lockers lined the walls, where the women and men could safely stash valuables. There was a painkiller calling her name right now and...
Shelby ground to an abrupt halt.
The padlock on her locker hung open. Someone had snipped it clean through, probably with bolt cutters. Same as last Friday night.
Blood pulsing through her body, breathing ragged, she whipped her head around. No one about. Not even the lingering odor of cigarette smoke that hung in the air when Ann sneaked back here to take a few puffs.
Who could have done this?
She had to find out. If someone stole her purse, her one credit card that wasnt already maxed out...
Or worse.
Shelby inched toward the locker, eyes pinned to the dangling padlock. With a hand that shook, she removed the lock and set it down on the bench seat. Please, dont let it be like last week...
One, two, three!
She flung open the door and stepped back.
A nauseating odor slammed into her and she gagged. Shelby blinked hard, looking at the top shelf and the cause of the noxious smell.
A dead rat.
Shelby grabbed her purse where it hung on a hook inside the locker, her fingers fumbling for the clasp. Sure enough, just like last week, a white note with typed letters was stuffed inside it.
Leave the Belle Creek before we make you leave.
Shelby dropped her purse. Bile rose in her throat, but she forced it down. Had to get rid of the rat before some happy customer came tripping back here in search of the restroom, freaked and called the county board of health. If Bill saw this, hed fire her. Last week someone had dumped a dozen dead cockroaches into her locker. Bill had seen those and written her up. The manager had been on her case because Natalie, the new owner, had disliked Shelby ever since high school.