Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Two In the Afternoon by Cora Cade

Two in the AfternoonTwo in the Afternoon
by Cora Cade
A Day of Pleasure #2
Publication Date: July 29, 2014 
Genres: ContemporaryRomance 

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Synopsis: When it comes to hand-to-heart combat, no hold is barred.
A Day of Pleasure, Book 2

Molly Ryan survived one attack, and she’s not about to be a sitting duck for another. With her attacker harassing her from his jail cell, she packs up her life in Chicago, follows her Delta Force brother to North Carolina and gets work in a pub.

Men in uniform are definitely off her menu, but her boss’s friend, Army Ranger Callum Eversman, is one hot hunk she’d like to sample.

Home on a two-week furlough, Cal has agreed to watch over Molly as a favor to fellow Ranger Noah Harper. Accomplishing his mission without her noticing? That’s going to be tough, as any idiot can see their sparks of attraction from a mile away.

Despite her hands-off-military-men policy, Molly is tempted to indulge, just this once, in a no-strings-attached fling. No dating, no kissy face, no hearts involved. But when her past threatens her future, there’s only one man to turn to. The one who’ll risk everything—body, heart, and soul—to protect her.

Warning: Contains an Army Ranger with a gruff exterior and heart of gold, a heroine with a sassy attitude, and some hot borderline-public sex.


Copyright © 2014 Cora Cade
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication

Propping her bare feet on the edge of the ancient desk, Molly Ryan took a well-deserved pull

of her beer. Before dropping her head back to ease the tension in her shoulders she closed her

aching eyes and sighed heavily. It was nearly two in the afternoon, which meant she’d been

locked in the pub’s office for roughly six hours, getting caught up on the weekly invoicing,

payroll and upcoming supply orders.

The office had no window to enjoy the lake view, but she knew it was a glorious, sunny summer

day. It was well worth the sacrifice of her Sunday off to know that she’d put a major dent in her

work week, though. With Noah and Tennyson off on their honeymoon for the next two weeks,

they’d left Molly in charge of more than just her normal duties.

Managing a busy pub like the Drunken Duck was enough work, but taking on Noah’s

responsibilities as owner added a little more tension to her shoulders. To be fair, it was a

challenge she was more than up for. Noah had left his brother, Chris, as her second in command

for the duration, giving plenty of help.

She heard the service door open down the hall. Undoubtedly it was Chris to check in with her.

He had a normal work week as an architect and helped out in the evenings and weekends as

needed. He was likely stopping after seeing her sporty red coupe in the empty parking lot.

“Hey, Mr. Sexy Pants, I’m in the office. Bring me another beer on your way!” She couldn’t help

teasing him. He’d spent the previous night fighting off advances from Lexie, his latest crazy

chick, as Tenn would call her. At one point Lexie had cornered Chris next to the bar, put a slim

hand down the front of his tuxedo pants, and called him Mr. Sexy Pants loud enough for half

the bar to hear. Watching Chris turn ten shades of red while attempting to pull the tenacious

girl’s hand from his pants had caused Molly to fall off her bar stool in hysterical laughter. Even

after landing squarely on her ass and spilling her scotch down the front of her bridesmaid dress,

effectively ruining it, she still couldn’t stop laughing.

As the office door opened behind her, she pushed off from the desk. The movement sent the

chair whirling around, making the tiny room spin in a quick half turn.

“Hey... Oh.” Well, that wasn’t Chris standing in her doorway. Where Chris was leanly muscled,

this guy looked like a hulking linebacker, with heavily muscled arms and a chest broad enough

to block the sun. He had a black duffel bag slung over one shoulder, exposing the underside of a

thick biceps and a heavy tribal tattoo ending at the elbow.

Intensity pulsed off of him. Light mocha skin, a smoothly shaved head, and steely gray eyes,

he exuded a quiet watchfulness that was at odds with his stern demeanor. He had an obvious

perpetual scowl set on his face. A face, upon closer inspection, that had a full mouth and broad

features and a light scar running across his left cheek, just under the eye.

He watched her watching him, and no one spoke for a moment. Molly belatedly realized she was

sitting in front of a ridiculously hot stranger in her pajamas. Not even her cute pajamas. When

she’d rolled out of bed after a night of just a little too much scotch and not enough sleep, she

hadn’t even considered running into anyone. Her apartment was three blocks away, the pub was

closed every Sunday, and most of the town was also recovering from Noah and Tenn’s wedding


Who was this guy, and where had he come from? And could she keep him?

If the vixen in black pajama bottoms with pink skulls was Noah’s new bride, then Cal was in

a lot of trouble. It went against his code to covet a fellow soldier’s woman. But he was hard-
pressed to take his eyes off the petite beauty with a shock of unruly auburn hair and a full, pouty

mouth. She darted her tongue across a lush bottom lip, causing his libido to stand at attention.

It was well past time to stop cataloging every attribute of the woman before him, especially if she

was Noah’s. “I’m looking for Noah Harper. Is he around?”

“Noah?” She shook her head, as if clearing it, before going on. “He’s not in, but I’m the manager

of the Drunken Duck. Can I help you?”

It was relief, first and foremost, that washed over him. Cal was grateful he’d had a chance to

speak with Noah earlier in the week. Molly wasn’t Noah’s wife, but the woman he was here to

look after.

About the Author
Author Cora Cade
Nestled away in a small town in Ohio, I spend my days adding delicious books to my library, snuggling with my four rotten dogs, and debating the finer points of life with the dear husband.
When I'm not tucked away with a book you can find me tapping away on my laptop. With coffee. And my iPod.
I'm currently listening to: • Mumford & Sons • Ed Sheeran • Joe Purdy • Joshua Radin • Bastille • Ben Howard

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