Last Call

By Olivia Brynn

Eric Layton is practically out the door before he realizes the phone call in the middle of the night isn’t his chief or a four alarm fire. It turns out to be a tipsy woman who’s dialed the wrong number, but the line goes dead before he can explain he’s not her brother.

His conscience won’t let him leave the woman to wait for a ride that’s never going to come, but nothing prepares him for the curvy, blonde, fireball waiting for him at the local dive. Eric is used to diving into dangerous situations, but he can’t let Josie tempt him.

She needs the protection he’d sworn to give.

*Previously published by Samhain Publishing*

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dark Mountain Books
• Release date: Mar 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781626226630

Olivia Brynn

Olivia Brynn is the very saucy alter ego of romance author Alanna Coca. Olivia was the one who lured Alanna into trouble as a child. She also would have been the one to get her mouth washed out with soap. Since controlling Olivia wasn’t as easy as she thought, Alanna decided to set her alter ego free with Olivia’s first book, For a Price, a story about one woman’s journey to sell her virginity. Other books followed, earning five-star reviews and bestselling status. Alanna realized what fun Olivia had writing sexy romances without censor. Olivia writes contemporary erotic romance near a window where the view of the Rocky Mountains beckons her to run naked through the tall foothill grasses. Except when it snows.

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Last Call

Olivia Brynn

Eric Layton is practically out the door before he realizes the phone call in the middle of the night isn’t his chief or a four alarm fire. It turns out to be a tipsy woman who’s dialed the wrong number, but the line goes dead before he can explain he’s not her brother.

His conscience won’t let him leave the woman to wait for a ride that’s never going to come, but nothing prepares him for the curvy, blonde, fireball waiting for him at the local dive. Eric is used to diving into dangerous situations, but he can’t let Josie tempt him.

She needs the protection he’d sworn to give

This book has been previously published.

Last Call

By Olivia Brynn

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2011 by Olivia Brynn

ISBN 978-1-62622-663-0

Edited by Imogen Howson

Cover by Alanna Coca

All Rights Are Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

Original Copyright: 2011 First Dark Mountain Books electronic publication: 2017

Chapter One

With the first shrill ring of his phone, Eric was wide awake. He was used to interruptions, but he didn’t have to like them. He swore, rolled over, searched in the dark for the ringing phone, and knocked both the latest bestseller and his watch to the carpet. He cursed again. Phone calls at—he checked the clock—two twenty in the morning could only mean a fire, and one that’s bad enough to call in off-duty firefighters. Why the hell did it always have to happen on his first night off?

The love to serve unselfishly whenever I am called.

He was out of bed before the third ring.

Hello, he barked, hiking a pair of jeans over his hips and reaching for a shirt.

He expected a similar harsh response, but rather than his chief’s gruff voice, he heard a feminine giggle. You sound funny.

What the hell? Eric pulled the phone away to look at the readout. This wasn’t his chief’s number. It wasn’t any number he recognized. Listening again to more giggles, he sat on the edge of the bed and tried again. Hello?

Helloooo, the voice sang. Your voice is weird. I guess I woke you up huh?

Who is this?

Thiss iss your sisser… More musical words. ’Member how you said that what I needed was to get good and drunk? Well guess whaa-haat?

Oh Jesus. A drunk. He didn’t recognize the woman’s voice, so his first impulse was to snap his phone shut. On the other hand, if it turned out to be someone he knew, he’d feel like shit for hanging up.

Shh, she whispered. Don’t tell Mom. I got a drunk on.

He smiled, adrenaline slowing since he knew he wouldn’t have to run into a burning building. I won’t tell.

How come you sound funny? Did you get a drunk on too? Oh, my phone is blink-eting. Did you hear that? Was that your phone? Kevin, I’m drink. Drunk. Keeev-in! I’m drunk. I gotta tell you something too. I went to the Ranger for drinks, and you said not to go by myself, and I did anyway because I’m bad! I’m bad, Kevin. I’m a bad girl. Oh! You should see what I got…the bar had pens. For free! I got a blue one and a pink one and a…hey… He heard rustling, and he imagined her digging through a purse. Hey! Someone stole my yellow one! Kevin, someone stole my yellow pen!

It’s okay. Eric tried not to laugh. We’ll get you another yellow—

Yeah but that’s not right, taking someone’s pen like that. I was drinking my—hey, did you know they have a drink called a slippery nipple? It’s yummy. The music in the background switched from country and western to a news report and to rock and roll before settling on hip-hop; then the volume increased, and she started singing along.

Sort of. She didn’t seem to know the words, and Eric couldn’t get one in edgewise.

A male voice came through. Come on, sweetheart. We can’t wait out here all night. Let me just call you a cab.

No way. Huh-uh. Cabs are icky. Her voice grew distant, and Eric imagined that she’d forgotten