Falling Hard by Stacy Finz - Book Tour + Giveaway
FALLING HARD
by
Stacy Finz
Stacy Finz
Pub date: 4/11/2017
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Contemporary Romance
In the beautiful Sierra Nevada mountain town of Nugget, California,
falling hard is all too easy . . .
falling hard is all too easy . . .
This is the summer of Annie Sparks—at least according to her. No more
supporting lazy jerks or coddling irresponsible family or taking care
of anyone who doesn’t deserve her help. Instead she’s headed to
an estate in a remote mountain town, to spend her summer with her
boots covered in mud and her hands working the earth. Love is the
last thing on her mind.
supporting lazy jerks or coddling irresponsible family or taking care
of anyone who doesn’t deserve her help. Instead she’s headed to
an estate in a remote mountain town, to spend her summer with her
boots covered in mud and her hands working the earth. Love is the
last thing on her mind.
Nugget is a long way from Logan Jenkins’ old life as a Navy SEAL. But
before he starts fresh in the private sector, he receives a bequest
from a man he never knew: his biological father. To learn more about
his background, Logan makes his way to his late father’s estate,
where he is immediately knocked on his heels by an incredible woman
with a heart of gold.
before he starts fresh in the private sector, he receives a bequest
from a man he never knew: his biological father. To learn more about
his background, Logan makes his way to his late father’s estate,
where he is immediately knocked on his heels by an incredible woman
with a heart of gold.
Annie’s not looking for a fling, and Logan knows Nugget can’t be forever,
so falling in love should be impossible. But when they’re together,
time stops, and suddenly the impossible seems like the only thinkable
option . . .
so falling in love should be impossible. But when they’re together,
time stops, and suddenly the impossible seems like the only thinkable
option . . .
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She’d
raised him single-handedly, which was no easy feat. He’d been a wild boy, prone
to getting into fights and hanging with the wrong crowd. Yet, Maisy had always
loved and believed in him. Growing up in Vegas, it had never dawned on him that
they lived a little too well for Maisy’s paycheck. She worked at a gift shop at
the Bellagio and was usually home when he got off of school. Still, they’d
owned a modest house in a subdivision, his mother drove a nice car, and they
always had plenty of food on the table with money left over for him to buy
Little League gear and new clothes. Not rich by a long shot, but comfortable.
And that was because Ray Rosser had been footing the bill. In return, his
mother had sworn to keep her love child’s paternity secret.
Logan
wasn’t angry about it. She did what she had to do. Ray wasn’t about to leave
his wife, who’d been pregnant with Raylene when Logan was one. Rosser certainly
wasn’t going to publicly acknowledge him. So what was the point of pressing the
issue? Maisy took the money and moved to Nevada with a signed declaration that
Rosser would at least make room for his illegitimate son in his will.
He’d
kept to the bargain.
And
Logan was thinking he could use the money to partner with Gabe in the security
company. With the cash, they could really build something, even hire a few more
operators. But first they needed a couple of assignments under their belt to
build a reputation.
In
the meantime, Logan planned to learn more about the Rosser side of his family.
The only real father figure he’d ever had was Nick, whom his mother married
when Logan was a senior in high school. Nick, a former Navy SEAL in charge of
security at the Bella- gio, was as good as they came. He’d been the one to make
sure Logan walked the straight and narrow and had encouraged him when he
enlisted to join Seaman-to-SEAL, a program that guaranteed he’d at least become
a candidate because he’d already met many of the physical challenges. No one
was prouder of Logan than Nick when he’d made it through six months of
BUD/S—basic underwater de- molition. But Nick wasn’t his biological father,
even though Logan wished otherwise.
“You
want to sit for a second?” Annie asked, and Logan got the distinct impression
she was getting ready to do a sales job on him.
“You’re
pretty hard up, huh?” He took a seat at the edge of the porch and swung his
legs over the side, waiting for her to join him.
“It’s
difficult to find reliable people out here.” Annie took the top step, smoothing
the back of her skirt as she sat down. “Most of the good ones have already
signed up with a ranch or the railroad for per- manent work. We don’t have
enough to keep someone on past fall, but I’m on a deadline. The women are due
here in September.”
She
smelled good, fresh like the outdoors. But it was her breasts straining against
the pink tank top that was holding his attention. Those and her combat boots,
which were sexy as hell. And . . . shit . . . he’d never found combat boots
sexy before.
“What
makes you think I’m reliable?” he asked, his gaze moving to her lips. Pretty,
lush pink ones.
“Because
you were in the military, I guess.”
He
grinned because it was the truth. He was damned reliable. “So just the cabins,
the cottages, and the foreman’s house?” Logan could probably get them cleared
in a few days.
“Yep.”
“And
I get to live in this one?”
She
nodded. “Utilities included, but you have to cover your own food.”
“I
can park my truck here?” He figured it was as good a stopping place as any until Gabe called.
Meanwhile, he could get a feel for where he came from.
“Where
is it now?”
“I
parked it near your security gate—which, by the way, sucks.” She laughed.
“Why’s that?”
“Because
I’m in here, not out there.”
“We’re
a little less cautious here in the country, but I’ll pass the word on to the
owner. You’ll take the job, then?”
“I’ll
hack out all the overgrowth. After that, you’re on your own. Is there a
laundromat around here? I don’t have a lot of clothes with me.” He’d only
expected to stay a day or two, just long enough to check the place out, since
it was only a three-hour drive from the lawyer’s office.
“There’s
a washer and dryer in each of the bunkhouses, which you’re welcome to use.”
“I’m
guessing the place comes with the furniture, right?” All Logan really cared
about was the bed. He could do with not sleeping on the cold, hard ground for a
while.
“It
does. I’ll see if I can find you some bedding, though.” “I have a sleeping bag
in my truck. That’ll do me.”
“Then
we’re set.” Annie stood up, and he let his eyes linger over her mile-long legs.
“Let’s go back to the barn where you can sign the paperwork. After that I’ll
open the gate and you can bring your truck around.”
“Sounds
good.”
He
suddenly realized he hadn’t thought to ask about the pay. This was a
reconnaissance mission, he reminded himself. The job was just an excuse to keep
him on the property. Now if he could just focus on the land of his ancestors
instead of Annie Sparks’s smoking-hot body, he’d be okay.
Stacy Finz is an award-winning reporter for the San Francisco Chronicle.
After more than twenty years covering notorious serial killers,
naked-tractor-driving farmers, fanatical foodies, aging rock stars
and weird Western towns, she figured she finally had enough material
to launch a career writing fiction. In 2012 she won the Daphne du
Maurier Award for unpublished single-title mystery/suspense. She
lives in Berkeley, California with her husband.
After more than twenty years covering notorious serial killers,
naked-tractor-driving farmers, fanatical foodies, aging rock stars
and weird Western towns, she figured she finally had enough material
to launch a career writing fiction. In 2012 she won the Daphne du
Maurier Award for unpublished single-title mystery/suspense. She
lives in Berkeley, California with her husband.
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