Rebel In A Small Town
He's not giving up his family without a fightJames Calhoun has never been able to resist Mara Tyler, or her knack for mischief. Her reputation as a reckless teenager drove Mara from their hometown. So Slippery Rock is the last place James ever expected to see her, and Mara’s timing couldn’t be worse. With the upcoming election for sheriff, she threatens the squeaky-clean image James needs to win. Because Mara has brought with her the result of their steamy affair: his two-year-old son, Zeke. After the initial shock, James is determined to have both his family and career. He just needs to convince Mara that her home is where it’s always been. With him.
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Heâs not giving up his family without a fight
James Calhoun has never been able to resist Mara Tyler, or her knack for mischief. Her reputation as a reckless teenager drove Mara from their hometown. So Slippery Rock is the last place James ever expected to see her, and Maraâs timing couldnât be worse. With the upcoming election for sheriff, she threatens the squeaky-clean image James needs to win. Because Mara has brought with her the result of their steamy affair: his two-year-old son, Zeke. After the initial shock, James is determined to have both his family and career. He just needs to convince Mara that her home is where itâs always been. With him.
âIt isnât justââ James blew out a breath. âIâm angry, yes. And confused. And...this changes everything.â
âThatâs what Iâm trying to tell you. Zeke doesnât have to change anything for you. You can still run for sheriff. I think youâd make a great one. You donât have to worry about supporting us, not on a county sheriffâs salary, because I have a great job with good benefitsââ
James shut off the engine and got out of the Jeep, slamming the door shut behind him. Mara took a few steps back.
He advanced on her, pointing his finger at her chest.
âIâm not going to walk away and pretend I donât know I have a kid in this world.â
Welcome back to Slippery Rock! Although Rebel in a Small Town has both secret-baby and reunion-romance hooks, at its core the book is about accepting who we are, flaws and all. Mara and James both have preconceived notions about the other, and neither has been 100 percent honest. For baby Zeke, theyâll have to be honest, about what they want and about who they are.
Mara and James (and baby Zeke) stole my heart from the moment they appeared on my computer screen...and I hope they steal your heart, too.
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Kristina
KRISTINA KNIGHT decided she wanted to be a writer, like her favorite soap-opera heroine, Felicia Gallant, one cold day when she was home sick from school. She took a detour into radio and television journalism but never forgot her first love of romance novels, or her favorite character from her favorite soap. In 2012 she got The Call from an editor who wanted to buy her book. Kristina lives in Ohio with her handsome husband, incredibly cute daughter and two dogs.
For Shelby, Ace, Tyler, Josh and Kayla, you are my favorite little people in the whole world, and for Megan and Mandi, who were the first little people to steal my heart. Zeke is a little bit of all of you.
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Two years ago
âTONIGHT WE ARE going to take this slow?â
Mara Tyler couldnât find the words to answer, so she only smiled, letting her hands trail over the broad shoulders of James Calhounâthe very last man she should be having a clandestine affair with.
The very last man for whom she should be having feelings of anything but the physical variety. Yet here they were, in Nashville. It had been nearly a week since she logged her last speaking engagement at the securities conference. James was supposed to have returned to their hometown of Slippery Rock, Missouri, three days earlier. He kept making excuses for why he was staying, but to be honest, Mara didnât care.
They stood at the window overlooking downtown Nashville. Neon signs twinkled in the darkness, and masses of people wandered from bar to bar and lounge to lounge. Theyâd been down there with the crowd until a half hour before, just like any other couple.
They werenât any other couple, though. He had been voted most likely to succeed in their high school class, was now a sheriffâs deputy and was next in line to become the sheriff. She had been voted most likely to blow something up, and although sheâd changed, no one in their hometown would believe the girl who had broken several laws as a teen was now a respected securities consultant. Or that one of her partners in crime had been the sheriffâs son.
None of that mattered. They were in Nashville, not Slippery Rock, and none of this was real. It was just for fun.
James cocked an eyebrow, the back of his hand teasing the side of her breast.
God, this was so much fun.
âNo answer?â he asked. âThen weâll see how long you can take slow.â
He lifted her in his arms and laid her gently on the bed. Slowly he unzipped one knee-high boot, letting it clatter to the floor, and then the next.
