Let’s do a calendar, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.
Well, they—i.e. Kilgore Police Department’s public relations specialists—were wrong.
Now, every time Dax Tremaine walks around a corner, the women of Kilgore, Texas can’t help calling him Mr. January.
Mr. January, can you fix my flat tire? Mr. January, can you cuff me? Mr. January, can you sign my boob?
It goes from bad to worse when even on a SWAT call, the women won’t stay away.
***
It was the worst time of her life. Rowen Roberts had finally admitted to herself that the man she loved would never love her back. She was just fired from her job for violating client confidentiality, and to make matters worse, she’s held up at gunpoint in a convenience store where she only wanted some ice cream to help mask the pain.
The moment the gun is pressed to her forehead, she knows she has a decision to make. Follow the rules and maybe possibly live, or go down swinging where at least she can salvage just a little bit of her dignity.
And when Mr. January himself tells her to do what the gunman says, she’s had enough. Rowen has never really been a girl that does what she’s told. Mr. January won’t have to save her. She can dang well save herself.
Let’s do a calendar, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.
Well, they—i.e. Kilgore Police Department’s public relations specialists—were wrong.
Now, every time Dax Tremaine walks around a corner, the women of Kilgore, Texas can’t help calling him Mr. January.
Mr. January, can you fix my flat tire? Mr. January, can you cuff me? Mr. January, can you sign my boob?
It goes from bad to worse when even on a SWAT call, the women won’t stay away.
***
It was the worst time of her life. Rowen Roberts had finally admitted to herself that the man she loved would never love her back. She was just fired from her job for violating client confidentiality, and to make matters worse, she’s held up at gunpoint in a convenience store where she only wanted some ice cream to help mask the pain.
The moment the gun is pressed to her forehead, she knows she has a decision to make. Follow the rules and maybe possibly live, or go down swinging where at least she can salvage just a little bit of her dignity.
And when Mr. January himself tells her to do what the gunman says, she’s had enough. Rowen has never really been a girl that does what she’s told. Mr. January won’t have to save her. She can dang well save herself.
REVIEWS
Review by: Melanie
(5 Stars)
Rowen
moves home to Kilgore when her internship is up, but unfortunately it's not
quick enough for some people and Rowen ends up the victim of a cruel act. Dax
Tremaine (Max and Peyton's son) is a cop, working under Luke Robert's (Rowen's
dad) and when he comes across Luke comforting his distraught daughter he can't
help but feel drawn to her. As the pair get to know each other, it's clear they
are attracted to each other, but there are others trying everything to keep
them apart.
I say it every time but I really do love Laniland. There is not one thing I don't like... no wait, there is; the moment it ends, but I thoroughly enjoyed this and can't wait for more from this new generation of S.W.A.T. team members. I give Just Kidding 5 stars.
Review by: Jennifer
(5 Stars)
I absolutely love seeing the second gen get
their HEAs! If you haven't read any of
the previous stories, then you really should. We get Max and Payton's son, Dax,
and Luke and Reese's daughter, Rowen. In a story that from the first page grips
you and doesn't let go till the very last page; we get drama, danger, funny
bits, and some really steamy naughty moments as well. Rowen and Dax's story was
amazing and I can't wait to see where the rest of these second gen stories go.
I give this 5 stars.
Lani Lynn Vale is a Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author of over thirty titles. She is married with three children, two dogs, to cats, a donkey, and a couple (a couple meaning over twenty) chickens. She hails from the Great State of Texas. When she's not writing, you can find her curled up in her favorite chair reading.
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