Saturday, March 23, 2019

In Safe Hands

Former helicopter pilot Maverick Delgardo’s injuries ended his Air Force career, leaving him bitter and one drink away from becoming an alcoholic. When his sister asks for his help on a private protection case to babysit a disgraced pop star, Mav reluctantly agrees.

Deacon Daniels, onetime lead singer and idol to his teenage fans, saw his career and reputation ruined when a reporter’s exposĂ© led to a devastating scandal. Without money or a job, a heartbroken Deacon has lost custody of his baby niece. And just when he thinks his life can’t get any worse, a stalker’s threatening messages escalate to murder.

Mav only agreed to one meeting, but his protective instincts kick in, along with an attraction to Deacon. When the body count increases, however, Mav is unsure he is up to the task of protecting Deacon from a killer. But it is too late for Mav to step away, now that he’s lost his heart, and he must find the strength to reassure Deacon and his niece that they are in safe hands no matter the cost.


“Do you want an ice cream?”

Deacon blinked stupidly at the completely random question, and then he followed Mav’s gaze and saw the small row of stores across the road. There was a liquor store, a barber’s, and a small cafĂ© advertising homemade ice cream. Deacon huffed in surprise but straightened his shirt where it had become rucked up, then nodded cautiously. Mav guided him across the empty road, and they walked in.

A woman looked up and smiled from where she was refilling some pans. “What can I get you?”

Deacon stared unseeing at the menu. What was he even doing in here? He wanted to go home, except he didn’t have one anymore, and that thought brought on another round of tears. He turned away in case the lady saw him.

“A slow kiss,” Maverick said clearly.

“What?” Deacon lifted his head in surprise, convinced he’d misheard. Maverick pointed to the menu board, and sure enough, a Slow Kiss was chocolate mixed with fudge and a brownie. Deacon stood for a few seconds staring at the board. The words came into focus. That actually sounded pretty good. He paused. The ice cream. His gaze ran over the flavors while the lady made Maverick’s, and he decided. “I’ll have a Threesome,” Deacon said, feeling a little silly. Vanilla, butter pecan, and peanut butter. That also sounded amazing. It was like he was having some out-of-body experience. He’d had one of the worst afternoons of his life, and he was standing here making jokes and eating ice cream. He quickly held his hand to his lips because he wasn’t sure whether the next sound out of them would be a laugh or a sob. At the moment, it could go either way.

Author Bio:

Victoria Sue fell in love with love stories as a child when she would hide away with her mom’s library books and dream of the dashing hero coming to rescue her from math homework. She never mastered math but never stopped loving her heroes and decided to give them the happy ever afters they fight so hard for. 
She loves reading and writing about gorgeous boys loving each other the best—and creating a family for them to adore. Thrilled to hear from her readers, she can be found most days lurking on Facebook where she doesn’t need factor 1000 sun-cream to hide her freckles.


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