He’s been chasing a memory . . .
It was just supposed to be a regular Thursday afternoon…and then he saw her. Sitting in seat L214, one seat over from his at the baseball game, right next to her douche of a soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend. An impromptu kiss for the kiss cam, and Jax knew his life would never be the same. Five years and a tour in Afghanistan later, Jax is back stateside running his own private security firm, Iron-Clad, with his best friend. He isn’t the man he used to be… but Megan isn’t the sexy and sweet, though sheltered, twenty-two-year-old he left behind, either.
And she’s in trouble.
...but now they’re on the run.
Megan Cruz has made something of herself. She’s turned her dreams of pop stardom into a reality. But when a deadly stalker breaks into her home claiming to be her number-one fan, the only person she can turn to is the boy who got away. But Jax isn’t the same carefree charmer who stole her heart, then broke it when he joined the military. This man is seductive, hard, guarded. And he’ll do anything to protect what’s his.
“I can’t believe I’m here with you. I mean, I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”
His face softened and there was the ghost of a smile hidden somewhere in his bushy beard.“Still not a question.”
“How long have you been back?”
“What happened to you? Do you leave again?”
“Got blown up, got discharged, came home, not leaving again.”
It was short, and she needed more information, but knowing he wasn’t going to expand, she moved on. “Okay,” she sing-songed, “are you married?” Then she heard the very familiar and very welcome chuckle of Jackson Irons. It hit her right in the chest. It was her first glimpse of the old Jax.
“No. Not married.”
“Do you want to know if I’m married?” she asked.
“Already know you’re not.” His arms were big and bulky and the way that he leaned into the island made him look impatient.
“Can you sit? You’re making me nervous.”
He pushed off the counter and sat on the chair across from her, the island between them. “What do you do now?” “I co-own Iron-Clad Security here in town. We do all types of security work including bodyguard, government ops, cyber-security, securing homes.”
She held out her finger and pointed to herself. “I’m pretty sure I’m in the market for some of that.”
“Already on it, Meg.”
“Really? Don’t I have to hire you first, or something? Discuss prices? Sign a contract?”
“You think I’d sit back and wait for a stalker to break in again while we discuss pricing options? Fill out paperwork?”
After working hard as an attorney, Sidney picked up a pen for the first time at thirty years old to begin her dream of writing. Having never written anything other than very exciting legal briefs, she found an outlet for her imaginative, romantic side and wrote Seeing Red. That first pen stroke sealed the deal, and she fell in love with writing. Sidney lives in South Florida with her husband and children. She loves her family above all else, and reading follows a close second. When she’s not writing, you can find her reading and reading and reading. She’s a reader first and a writer second. When she’s not writing or reading, her life is complete and utter chaos, trying to balance family life with work and writing (and reading). But she wouldn’t have it any other way.