New release Tank
By Erin Bevan
Tyler Wilde moves to Black Widow,
Texas, to join the Blue Guardians, a local biker club that helps abused women
and children. He's intent on starting his life over, but a small piece of his
past collides with his present when he runs into the local waitress, Annie
Carter.
Annie’s the girl of his boyhood
dreams, and Tyler can’t wait to get reacquainted with her. Only problem is,
Annie’s engaged. But what has Tyler more troubled than the diamond on her
finger is the bruise that graces her arm. To make matters worse, Annie’s abuser
and intended husband is also the town’s Chief of Police.
Tyler is determined to offer Annie a
safe haven, but she refuses his help until her life is hanging by a thread.
Excerpt:
The sun seared Tyler’s back, causing sweat to pour down the
length of his spine and his T-shirt to stick to his skin. Nothing like the gulf
coast humidity to make a man feel as if he was frying from the inside out.
Rose bushes around the town square bloomed giant
Pepto-Bismol pink petals, while a gentleman in blue overalls tended to the
flowers like they were his babies. Tossing a wave to the man, he rounded the
corner on Holly Drive and parked his bike in front of Sandi’s, the local diner.
The undercurrent scent of flowers, bacon, and fried donuts drifted in the air.
Man heaven. Except for the flowery part. He’d driven by the diner everyday for
two weeks but had yet to pop in. If the food tasted as good as it smelled he
might have to make this place a regular hang out.
He pushed through the heavy wooden door as a bell rang
overhead. Weaving around customers, all giving him a curious stare, he strolled
up to the takeout cash register. Glass cases filled with donuts and the biggest
kolaches he’d ever seen stared back at him. His stomach growled.
He eyed the case, his mouth watering, as he waited on a
server to notice him.
“Be right there,” a tall, shapely blonde called out from
across the restaurant as she handed another table their check. He’d been wrong.
To hell with the donuts and bacon. She
was man heaven.
A few escaped strands from her ponytail framed her face, and
the closer she got to him the darker the black circles under her eyes appeared.
A spark of recognition fired in his brain while an equally
hot spark ignited a red flag in his gut. It wasn’t her slightly unkempt hair or
her pure look of exhaustion that rubbed him the wrong way. Despite all of that,
she was still beautiful.
But her clothes. Her clothes had his head reeling.
She wore long sleeves.
In June.
In Texas.
“What can I get you?” The beauty stared up at him.
He shook off the strange feeling. A bead of sweat dripped
down her forehead, fell onto her chest, and into her shirt. Her nametag was
positioned right by the tantalizing skin of her chest. Annie.
Mercy.
He glanced down at the donut case. Stare at the food, big guy.
“I need two dozen
glazed donuts, two dozen chocolate, and a dozen sausage kolaches.”
“Got a lot to feed?” Annie grabbed a box from the counter
behind her and placed it on top of the glass case in front of him.
“Yeah, Donut Day, or so I was told. It’s my turn to bring
breakfast, and there’s about a dozen mechanics over at Rakes expecting it.”
“Rakes? You must be new,” a redheaded waitress noted as she
rounded the corner and filled a customer’s coffee cup. While she was cute, she
had a wet-behind-the-ears look to her. He’d stick with Beauty.
He nodded. “I am.”
“I’ve got your table seven covered while you do this, Annie.
No big deal.”
“Thanks, Gina.” The blonde smiled at the redhead before
returning her attention back to him. “I’ve brought my car to Rakes a few times,
and I’ve never seen you.” Beauty grabbed a towel from the counter to wipe the
sweat off her forehead, then dabbed her chest near a gold locket that hugged
her collarbone.
Shit.
Her tasseled hair seemed sexier the more she dabbed. He’d
never been as jealous of a towel in his whole life, the cotton fibers taunting
him with their task.
He averted his gaze from the towel and her amazing chest
before she labeled him a pervert. Not exactly the reputation he wanted for his
new life.
“I’m sad I didn’t get to work on your car.”
God, what a horrible
pick-up line. She probably thought he was a giant perv and a complete
moron.
She flashed him a half-smile that burned his insides. The
diamond on her finger nearly blinded him as she brushed a stray strand from her
forehead. The fire inside of him fizzled out like baking soda to a grease fire.
He forced a grin then shot his gaze down to the pastry case.
“Though, I will say…” She tossed the towel aside and stared
at him. “Something about your face looks oddly familiar.”
Me? Familiar?
He glanced back up. “Yours does, too, but I don’t really see
how.” The spark in his brain burned brighter the more he stared at her.
“Are you from here, or is your family from here?”
“I’m not, but my grandpa was. He lived in a cabin about ten
miles outside of town.”
“By Virginia Creek, right? Mr. Wooly.” Her smile grew. “Yeah,
you used to come visit him. You guys would go fishing.”
“How’d you know?” He’d never talked to anyone when he came
to visit his grandpa. He’d stayed in the woods, hidden and safe. Or at least,
that’s how he’d felt.
He stared at her a bit longer. The blue in her eyes
reignited a small light of recognition.
Could it be?
“I remember you.” She grabbed a pair of tongs off the
counter top. “I used to play out by the water, and I would see you across the
creek casting your line. You taught me how to skip rocks one day.”
Moments of his past flashed across his mind. It was her.
The girl across the water.
Bio:
Six
years ago and nothing more than a desperate housewife, Erin Bevan began her
writing journey.
As a
child, reading and writing were her nemeses. It wasn’t until she found herself
almost utterly alone, in a different country, that she took up the act of
reading for enjoyment. Her passion for writing was born not by reading the old
classics, but by reading many new tried and true authors of today: Nora
Roberts, Mary Kay Andrews, Nicholas Sparks, and Tracy Brogan to name a few.
Clinging
to books for friends in a land where not many spoke the English language, she
found a secret passion she didn’t know existed inside of her. With nothing more
than time on her hands, she honed in on the craft of writing until she finally
worked up enough courage to let other people read her stories.
She
spends most of her time juggling her three little people and trying to keep
everyone’s lives flowing as smoothly as possible. When she isn’t using her
super powers to wipe sticky goo from her children’s faces, she spends a little
time dabbling in her writing career.
Connect with Erin Bevan online.
www.erinbevan.com
www.facebook.com/erinbevanwrites
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Congrats on your new release. I look forward to reading it.
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