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CATHERINE COWLES BROKEN HARBOR SNEAK PEEK

CATHERINE COWLES BROKEN HARBOR SNEAK PEEK

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USA Today bestseller, Catherine Cowles, has a sneak peek for the next book in the Sparrow Falls Series, Broken Harbor, coming November 19th!


โ€œGotta say, thatโ€™s some creative language,โ€ the man said.


Hell, his voice was just as bad as his chuckle. The sort of tone that had all the tiny hairs on my arms standing at attention. โ€œI didnโ€™t realize someone was lurking around like a creeper,โ€ I snapped.


The man held up his hands in surrender. Hands that looked strong. Long, thick fingers and callused palms. The kind of hands that could lift you up and throw you on the bedโ€”hell. I needed to quit that line of thinking and fast.


โ€œWas just heading over to see if you needed some help,โ€ he said. โ€œLooked like you were doing battle with that tire.โ€


โ€œIโ€™m good.โ€ My voice was tight, my back molars clamping shut.


The man arched a brow. โ€œYou sure about that? Iโ€™d hate for any harm to come to a biscuit-eating grandma.โ€


I scowled at him. Seriously? Was he making fun of me when I was obviously on my last thread of sanity? โ€œIโ€™m fixing it. And I donโ€™t need some overgrown sportsball person getting in my way.โ€


The manโ€™s lips twitched. โ€œSportsball?โ€


I gestured at him. โ€œYouโ€™re obviously some sort of athlete. The gear. The musclesโ€”โ€


โ€œThe muscles, huh?โ€ he asked, amusement lacing his tone.


My scowl turned to a glare. โ€œNot interested.โ€


The man just chuckled again. โ€œUnderstood. Good luck to you and Grandma. Donโ€™t steal any of her biscuits.โ€


โ€œWhatever,โ€ I muttered.


โ€œOh, Warrior?โ€I glanced up, still glaring, only harder now that the man had given me a nickname.


He grinned at me, the action hitting me somewhere low I didnโ€™t want to look too closely at. He gestured to his cheek. โ€œYouโ€™ve got a little something right here.โ€


I stilled as the man turned to walk away. Even his walk was hot. Probably because his ass looked muscular enough to bounce a quarter off, even in those damn joggers.


I needed to get laid.


Scrambling to my feet, I hurried to the driverโ€™s side door and flipped down the visor. Grease was smeared all over the side of my face.ย 


Great. Just great.

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