SYNOPSIS
When East Coast residing Shelby Jensen, a cute, headstrong, realist, meets alpha male Clay Jones, a good-looking, sexy Wyoming rancher, sparks fly. They live on opposite ends of the country. He’s a player and she’s loyal to the core. He has a ‘live in the moment’ philosophy and she is a cautious, love leery woman. In spite of these differences, passions erupt when these two strong personalities explore the scorching physical and emotional chemistry connecting them. Should they take A Chance For More?
Shelby needed a cab. She was pissed. Crap in
Jersey she’d find a cab. Here in friggin Wyoming she'd have more luck hailing a
horse. Realizing how ridiculous it was to be walking around in the crazy ass
snowstorm, Shelby ducked into the first bar boasting a welcome sign. It was a
bit of a dive, but it was warm. The only one in the entire place was a
bartender. Perfect, she didn’t want company. She went to the bar and hoisted
herself onto the stool and ordered a beer as she tried to regroup.
She had known he was a player. She should have
kept Clay at friend status. Shelby had simply let her libido take over. She
felt like an idiot. She just could not understand how he could go from sweet
and attentive to making out with another girl in a matter of minutes. His
friends must be having quite a laugh at her expense right now. No one had tried
to even stop her when she left. She sickened again at the image of Clay kissing
the leggy girl.
Shelby was nursing her beer and fiddling with
her cocktail napkin. She failed to notice the two leather clad bikers that had
strolled in. They closed in on either side of her, which jolted her back from
her self-reprimanding. They reeked of alcohol, reefer, and motor oil.
“Hey Missy you need a refill?” The smaller biker
asked as he pressed his chest against her back. Shelby looked from one man to
the other. Geez could this night get worse. These jerks were seriously pulling
this shit. Shelby was small but she took no crap, no matter who was dishing it.
“You miss the health class about self space?”
She glared at the rude biker as she tried to stand up to leave.
“Ha-ha! I like that. You’re feisty.” The other
biker chimed in.
Shelby looked down the bar towards the bartender
to see he had disappeared. She was on
her own with these morons.
“Boys you need to go find someone else to play
with. I’ve had a shit day.”
Shelby was on her feet and heading for the door.
The larger of the men grabbed Shelby by the arm
and pulled her back so she crashed roughly against his barrel like chest. “We
kind’a like playing with you.”
“Let go of me you ass hole.” Shelby kicked him
in the shins but it didn’t seem to affect him. Crap, not good she thought. A
prickle of real fear had her feeling the hair rise on the back of her neck. The
other A-hole was enjoying the show, laughing, calling out instructions like,
“Try to kiss her” and “does she got big tits?”
Shelby tried to wrench her arm free but the
bulky man had a firm grip on her. She looked for the bartender hoping he had
returned. Panic gripped Shelby, she was really in trouble here. A loud thud had
her and her drunken detainer turning to see what had made the noise. The
smaller, mouthy biker was knocked out cold under a nearby table, and very
lethal looking Clay was shaking out a hand, a hand that had obviously put the
smaller biker where he lay.
Clay closed his large hand over the large bikers
thick, leather - encased forearm, ripping his hand off of Shelby’s arm. Shelby moved away quickly to stay out of his
reach and stumbled awkwardly to the floor landing hard on her butt. Clay and the biker were trading serious
blows. Shelby watched Clay land punches that had the biker grunting as they
landed. The biker picked up a chair and Clay turned to deflect the blow with a
raised arm his shoulder taking the brunt of the blow as the chair shattered on
impact. Clay launched himself at the biker gripping the biker’s leather coat
and heaving him against the bar. The inebriated bikers head snapped back from
the force of his body hitting the bar. Clay took advantage by landing a brutal
punch to the large man’s solar plexus. He then finished the staggering man off
with a devastating blow to his chin; an upper cut that cracked the biker’s head
back. Shelby heard bones crack and knew
Clay had just busted the ass holes jaw. The large bikers eyes rolled to the
back of his head and he slumped to the floor unconscious.
Shelby remained on the floor. Clay flexed his
shoulder that had been hit with the chair and shook his hand out again. Clays
knuckles were scraped and he a welt emerging under his eye. He stepped back
from the bar, breathing hard. Shelby could see that Clay’s posture was rigid.
Waves of adrenalin coursed off him. His eyes were wild and sizzled with
anger. Clay stepped to Shelby and helped
her up. He released her hand once she was standing.
Clays jaw was
set tight as he inspected her from head to toe. Shelby began to shiver
uncontrollably. Clay had found her, beat
the shit out of two men, one of them significantly larger, and he saved her
sorry ass. Shelby also realized if he hadn’t she would have been in serious
trouble. Clay ran his hand through his hair, and then abruptly turned from her.
Seeing him turn from her crushed Shelby. She dropped her head into her hands
and softly began to cry into her hands. Clay heard her and his heart crumbled.
AUTHOR
BIO
Zanne Sweeney is a
graduate from Kent State University. She is a teacher, and coach, who loves to
write stories that she hopes her readers won’t want to put down. “That’s the
ultimate compliment.”
When she’s not
teaching, coaching, or writing Zanne loves to spend
time with her family and fun loving friends. She is a novice photographer, is a
consummate sports fan, and never without a book to read.
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