What happens when a hero can’t be a hero anymore?
Taggart Wilde was a cop, just like his father and many of his brothers. It was in his blood, it was what he loved, and more importantly, being a member of the Chicago Police Department defined who he was as a person. He belonged to a brotherhood, a part of the thin blue line that stood between criminals and a city full of potential victims. When Taggart gets shot in the line of duty, he’s hurt badly enough that he can no longer do the job he loves, and has to let go of the only life he’d ever planned for.
Starting over is never easy, but it’s something many of us have had to do. Tragedy strikes, careers change, lives take strange turns, and that’s what inspired Tag’s story. A real hero isn’t defined by the job they do, or the title they hold, it’s what they choose to do when things get tough and the challenges ahead seem nearly impossible.
Two bullets. That’s all it took to change Taggart Wilde’s life. His wounds have healed, but his career as a police officer is over. Struggling to move on, Tag searches for new purpose, and ends up finding it in the most unlikely of places.
Jolena Miller’s passion is fixing up classic cars. As the owner of her own garage, she has convinced herself she’s happy just being one of the guys, unnoticed and unremarkable…until she meets Tag.
One look at the curvy little mechanic has Tag’s engine revving, and he is determined to make her his. But just as Jo starts to believe they might have a future together, her ex-husband reappears in her life, stirring up old pains and new problems. When pushed to the edge, can two lonely hearts fight for a future together, or will the past be too much to overcome?
“Don’t even think about it. I’m walking you home like a gentleman should, and that includes opening the car door.” He was out of the car before she could protest, walking through the drizzling rain. He took her hand and helped her out, making sure that both flowers and the newly signed paperwork came with her as he folded her hand into his much larger one and walked her back to the house.
As they walked up the stairs, Jo felt a pang of regret that their night was ending already. When he released her hand, she turned to thank him for a wonderful evening and found herself pinned against her front door. Tag’s mouth crashed down on hers, his big body holding her firmly in place. The bouquet of roses fell from her hand, followed by the tenancy papers as she dropped everything to hold onto him.
Her hands slid over damp leather as his lips slanted over hers, stealing her breath and making it impossible to think about anything else but him. She wanted to feel the warm strength of his body, so she slipped her hands under his jacket. Her fingers curled into the crisp fabric of his shirt, sensing the play of muscles beneath her palms. He groaned and pushed her more firmly against the door, letting her feel the thick rod of his cock pressing into her stomach as he took their kiss deeper still.
When he reached between their bodies to palm one of her breasts she moaned, then gasped as he tweaked her nipple between his fingers. Her pussy creamed as a bolt of raw, sexual heat flowed through her. Tag nipped at her lower lip and she opened her mouth to his. His tongue swept in to tangle with hers, and she arched her hips away from the wall to rub up against him like a cat in heat.
They might have been like that for a minute or an hour. Jo lost all sense of time. All she knew was by the time their lips parted, both of them were panting, their breath mingling in the chilly night air as they held onto each other.
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