For Erin Connelly, being a good girl isn’t such a bad thing. She’s working her dream job at a Boston art gallery and staying out of trouble, which is more than she can say for her deadbeat mom. Unfortunately, her mother’s latest misadventure lands her in the clutches of a Mexican drug lord. Now the only person who can save her is the one man Erin has no business asking for help: the sexy-as-sin army ranger who just so happens to be her former high school sweetheart.
Zander James is no gentleman—and no officer, either, thanks to Erin. Four years ago, she made a call that terminated his highest aspirations . . . and their relationship. He’s never forgiven her, but when he learns that Erin’s embarking on a half-baked rescue mission, he sure as hell can’t let her go alone. Now, with a treacherous enemy lying in wait, the electrifying tension between them may just be Zander’s undoing. Because while he may be able to keep Erin alive, he can’t promise to keep his hands off her.
Rule Breakers # 3
By: Jennifer Chance
Releasing December 9th, 2014
Zander had become the warrior he’d always bragged to her that he would be. And as much as she hated to admit it . . . she needed a warrior right about now. Because Erin had two goals in coming here this afternoon. First, she was going to march up to the family and pay her respects, just like everyone else in attendance. After all, despite everything that had happened four years ago, Sarah James had included her on the email about the colonel’s death. She’d invited Erin to attend the funeral, to share in this family experience. That meant Erin had every right to be here, every right to speak to Zander—and, accordingly, every right to follow through on her second goal for the day: to ask a real, live trained soldier how he did what he did without getting his face shot off. All she wanted was a few tips. Tricks. Hell, she’d be thrilled for a couple of Google links. Surely, Zander could spare her that much. There was a sort of line forming at the grave site now, and Erin moved to the end of it, forcing herself to stay calm. As she folded her hands at her waist, she frowned down at her dress again. It was conservative, just like her. It blended into the sea of people, just like her. She didn’t have to apologize for it. She didn’t have to apologize for herself. She’d simply walk up to Zander, express her regrets, and wish him well. That was the best way to begin. Then maybe, just maybe, she’d casually ask her high-school sweetheart turned kick-ass Army Ranger a simple question or two. Nothing too bold, nothing too memorable. Nothing that involved words like “Mexico” or “life savings.” And definitely nothing that included the phrase “drug dealers.” Erin grimaced. Drug dealers. What was she even thinking? She worked in an art gallery, for heaven’s sake! She was an HGTV-loving Do-It-Yourselfer who owned a brownstone and took care of three very nice tenants! She knew zero about taking ransom money down to someplace called Nuevo Laredo and begging for the release of hostages. Hostages. God. She’d been on her way home from the gallery a week before when the first call had come through. Collect, of course. And suddenly she was hearing the voice of a person from whom she hadn’t received so much as a text in nearly eight months. A person who had, over the years, taken her money, compromised her credit, stood her up on so many occasions she’d stopped counting, and convinced her to flat-out lie to everyone from complete strangers to people who were important to her. People who’d needed her. People who, at one point, she’d needed back. But this time, the voice pleaded, it was different. This time, things were desperate. Erinhad to come get her. Not send money, not open up her credit cards—she had to come herself. In person, alone, and with every dime she had. Because the person on the other end of the line had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and had decided to walk off with the wrong thing. How many times had she done that before, successfully? Erin didn’t even want to know. But this time, she’d been caught by some very bad people, people who were capable of doing some very bad things. And now, Erin needed to get to Mexico as soon as the rest of her money was released from the bank . . . Or she’d never see her mother again.
Jennifer Chance is the award-winning author of the new adult Rule Breakers series. A lover of books, romance, and happily-ever-afters, she lives and writes in Ohio.