Cazzo, the entire bar was listening to them now, and the room roared back, “Yeah!”

“But…see what they broke,” she protested.

“Sweetheart, we can live without chairs and barstools. Beer, now that’s a necessity.”

There was another chorus of, “Yeah!”

Bull leaned down. “Have I mentioned how much I love you?”

The last traces of her anger disappeared under the warmest of waves. “I love you, too, orsacchiotto.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, she went up on tiptoes and kissed him until hoots and whistles filled the room.

“Go, Frankie!”

“Atta-girl, New York!”

Home is the place where you’re loved for simply being yourself.

She was home.

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Soar High

“Whether she’s writing about a BDSM club in Florida or a tiny town in Alaska, Cherise Sinclair is always magic.” ~ Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews

She survived.

Kit survived her abusive husband. Survived imprisonment and beatings from the Patriot Zealots. Now free and healing, she can make a new life for herself and her son…except he has attached himself to a terrifying, scarred, tattooed ex-mercenary.

Women take one look at him and flee.

An ugly childhood and combat left Hawk with scars, a rasping voice, and an aversion to talking. So, why in hell does the four-year-old stick to him like glue?

The kid’s pretty mother is smarter. There’s fear in her eyes when she looks at Hawk. That hurts. The sweet woman is everything he’s ever wanted—loving, affectionate, and patient. But after what she’s been through, she sure won’t want to be around men—especially the one who killed her husband.

He’d saved her.

Kit agrees with her son. Being near Hawk is the safest place on earth. Beneath the menacing appearance, he’s protective…and kind. The better she gets to know him, the more she sees him as a man—a very sexy man. But, considering what had happened to her, she knows—

No man would want her now.

Excerpt from Soar High

With the kid beside him, Hawk walked out the deck door and down the stairs. Summer solstice was a little over a week away, and the sun was hours from setting. The grass in the courtyard was a vivid green and getting tall. He’d have to mow it tomorrow. Maybe do some weeding in the garden since it was one of Aric’s happy places. The chickens would appreciate the greens.

As they crossed to Bull’s house, Hawk stopped. “Got news.”

The boy froze.

Hell, hadn’t meant to scare him. Hawk knelt. “Your mom’s at Bull’s.”

Aric’s eyes went wide.

“Go on.”

“Mama.” The word came out loud enough to be heard, then Aric raced onto Bull’s deck and through the door.