Dry Spell

By D.L. Jackson

The National Weather Service has issued a severe thunderstorm warning for the eastern parts of Sublette and western and middle Fremont counties until seven p.m. CST. Doppler radar has indicated a line of thunderstorms with possible rotation moving east toward Sublette county....

Army vet Quinn Smith is just passing through Evans Point, or so she says. When she blows through town driving ninety-miles-an-hour, she snags the eye of the local Sheriff, Jake North.

Jake catches her climbing over a fence onto private property. Quinn claims to be chasing a storm, but Jake’s not buying it. There’s more to the beautiful woman’s story than she's told him. A dangerous maelstrom forces them to take shelter in a culvert, and sparks fly. Stranded in the prepper community of Evans Point, Quinn must face the truth about her past before she can move toward a possible future with the town’s sexy sheriff.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Decadent Publishing
• Release date: Apr 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781613336892

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Copyright © 2014 by D.L. Jackson

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Dry Spell

A Prepper Romance

By

D.L. Jackson

~Dedication~

To those who face down the storm, whatever it might be.

Chapter One

You have the right to remain silent. Sheriff Jake North pushed Gina over the hood of his car and pulled her hands behind her back, slapping the cuffs on one wrist and then the other. Her skirt rode up to barely legal, where cheek almost showed. He kicked her right cowboy boot, spreading her feet wider.

Since that book was released months before, every woman in the county had tried to get into his handcuffs, Gina Levitt included. And he’d been a good boy. God knew he’d behaved. Warnings, tickets, and not a second glance at anything they’d flaunted. Until now, when temptation got the better of him.

See anything you like, Sheriff? She shifted her hips and went from barely legal to moving violation.

He was a man, not a saint. Okay, she wanted to play, he’d play.

Trick question? Gina gave men whiplash when she walked by. Legs stretching to the sky, a tiny waist, and a double serving of breasts, and like the other red-blooded men in Evans Point, he had no immunity to the curves under what little clothing she’d chosen to wear.

She knew it.

He knew it.

Why pretend otherwise?

What didn’t I see? Understatement. The woman might as well be driving around naked.

Mmm. I’m willing to show you.

I’ll bet. Three in the afternoon and not a vehicle in sight on the highway outside of town. He glanced up at the sky. Dark, an ugly olive. Everyone with any common sense took shelter from the threatening storm and, if he possessed any, he’d call off this playdate and seek the safety of his basement. Only idiots would be out in weather like this.

But, wearing a skirt a little too short, neckline a little too low, and no panties…the woman had run that stop sign just to get his attention. Well, she succeeded, from the moment she’d slid out of her car and made sure he got a good look at what she didn’t have on under her itty-bitty skirt. He’d ignored her for weeks, but her little display he couldn’t disregard. So are you going to arrest me? She wiggled her ass, and he put his hand on her posterior to still her.

With her doing that, he couldn’t think. Is that what you want, Gina?

Quit playing hard to get, Jake. You know what I want.

What’s that?

I’d like to cop a plea. Make a deal.

Jake rolled his eyes. You cop a plea to the court. In my world, we call your suggestion attempting to bribe an officer of the law.

Whatever. She shoved her ass back into his groin. Seems like you’re not opposed to the idea.

He gave her backside a hard slap.

Gina jumped. Hey, unnecessary roughness.

That’s in football. He sighed. Call it police brutality.

Oh, okay. I’d like some more of that. But don’t leave a bruise, ’k?

Seriously? Did he really want a chick this stupid? He could have ignored her little rolling stop, as nobody but him, a herd of cattle, and a couple of prairie dogs, witnessed her traffic violation, and he understood her motive. How many times in the last month had he pried her off his tackle while he tried to play pool with his buddies?

The whole situation screamed bad idea—another relationship with a shallow woman. Gina might be fun to take for a spin, but he didn’t think he could handle anything beyond a one-time roll in bed with her. And after her relentless pursuit, she would want more. She’d upped the ante with her blatant defiance of the law and worn his resistance down.

After two years, Sheriff Jake North was about to break his dry spell.

So why entertain the idea? He’d kept to himself for two long years since his girl ran off with that biker. One heck of a long time to go without sex. Gina offered him his chance all but wrapped up with a bow. He ran a hand up her skirt, stroking the silky skin of her outer thigh. A little harmless fun. He’d just gotten off duty and started for home, when he encountered her. Three things summed Gina up. Willing, single, and not hard on the eyes.

And those fucking boots. Where the hell did she find cowboy boots that came up over her knees? He had the urge to take her riding, with her boots on. How did she know they were a weakness? Who cared? They worked.

Jake gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. His nostrils flared as the sweet