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Never, ever call Four Sons! Caila McKenna understands the rule. A truck accident and her brother’s life held in the balance, force her to make the call to the large towing company for help. John Thunder, the owner of Four Sons agrees, but assistance comes at an extremely high price. It seems that all the strong, confident, Native American wants from a McKenna is money and pain.
John gathers his brothers for a rescue and recovery. A forty year old debt would finally be settled and the McKenna’s would pay. John’s proud of his reputation for being hard but fair, and can’t seem to balance the two when dealing with Caila. Work boots and a man’s shirt don’t hide the intriguing woman beneath. Simple negotiations over a black and white contract suddenly seem gray as John tries to remember all the reasons he should keep dealings with Caila strictly business.
(348 pages) Spicy
EXCERPT:
The cab of the truck jumped beneath them.
The screech of metal grinding against concrete and asphalt marked the progress of what seemed inevitable. If the cab went over, the trailer would be next, and from where the trucks were mashed together the tanker could follow. Groaning, trying to keep from falling by wedging his boots between the fuel tank and body panel, his fingers threaded with hers as Alex, his next youngest brother, said, “You have got to be kidding!”
John called, “There’s not a damn thing funny about the situation.”
“Well, Christ, John, crawl back over!”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Don’t talk, work the chains.”
“Sorry about this,” Caila said.
His fingers clenched her small hands a little tighter. “You will be, little girl, you will be.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Liam asked.
“I’m going to get you both out of this mess, take your sister to my truck, and splinter her rear end.”
The sound of metal crunching and scraping ended the conversation as men yelled, calling instructions to each other. “John, let go and get back,” Alex yelled, “we can’t secure it. We need the second truck.”
“Just get it done. Bring the truck up, hook to it and get Paul to ease a steady pressure on the chains. Stabilize this mess, or we’re going over.”
The truck bounced once violently. Glass broke as everything in the cab shifted. Caila screamed. “Oh, God, Liam, grab my legs! John, help us, get us out!”
The naked terror in her voice made his grasp tighten.
“Hold her,” Liam yelled.
“She’s not going anywhere.”
