Hampton: Wild Mustang Security Firm, #1

By Delta James

He loves the chase...

John Hampton is a US Marshal on the way home from an extended fugitive retrieval assignment. When he stops in at his favorite steakhouse he finds that what he wants most … isn't on the menu.

Mandy Adams wasn't looking for love, least of all at work. She's not only surprised at John's attention but also her quickly developing feelings. John is on the fast-track to claiming Mandy as his own, but Mandy balks at the bossy marshal and flees when her feelings for him threaten to overwhelm her.

Apparently, she isn't aware that a marshal's tenacity in running down a target isn't limited only to fugitives, but to naughty females as well. He soon has both sets of her cheeks blushing from his attention.

But when the chase is over, will Mandy still be able to resist his brand of courtship?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Delta James
• Release date: Aug 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393129493

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Hampton

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HAMPTON

WILD MUSTANG SECURITY FIRM

DELTA JAMES

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Author’s Note

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CHAPTER 1

Her jeans fit her like a warm hug. The perky redhead with the curvaceous figure was stretched out across the pool table, lining up an important shot.

John Hampton bumped his long-time friend and partner, Ethan McDaniel.

I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on that, he said, smiling.

Mac followed his gaze. My guess is it isn’t just your hands.

John chuckled. True enough. I wonder what she’d do if I just sauntered over there and casually caressed her backside.

Knowing Mandy, she’d break that pool cue over your head and shove the wrong end up your ass, Isabella Baez, the owner of the steakhouse, said. I run a respectable place, Marshal Hampton. You behave yourself.

Like Isabella’s brother, both John and Mac were in the United States Marshal’s service. They were just returning from an arduous assignment, bringing back a federal fugitive from Canada. What should have been a simple fly up to Canada, spend the night, pick up the fugitive, and return him to federal custody had become much more complex.

Izzy waved the two exhausted lawmen to a table with a bird's-eye view of the bar, where Mandy was making mincemeat out of her opponent and having the time of her life doing it.

I don’t know that I like the look of that guy, John said, indicating her adversary.

Agreed. Mac nodded. He doesn’t like getting beat, especially by a pretty girl.

She’s not giving him much of a way to save face. If she doesn’t know all the people in here, she might want to rethink her behavior.

Or maybe not, and you could go rescue her, then point out the error of her ways when she’s face down over your knee.

John chuckled, quickly appreciative of the idea.

You’ve had worse ideas. You have to admit, that’s a glorious ass. I wouldn’t mind painting it red before taking it in my hands to mount her.

Mac laughed. Jesus, who put your quarter in and wound you up?

What can I say… it’s been a while.

Mamacita’s Steakhouse and Tavern was a popular spot for families and those on a casual date. The Tavern side had pool tables and dartboards, and there was usually a live country band. Because of Isabella’s casual connection with law enforcement, it was frequented by cops—both local and federal—and the military.

You boys look exhausted, Izzy said. The usual? Both men grinned. Right. Why do I even bother to ask? Medium rare rib-eye for Mac with a Guinness draught and sirloin rare for John and a Killian’s Irish Red.

Sounds great, said Mac.

Thanks, Izzy, added John.

Their table was angled, so both men had their backs to the wall. There was something about the guy playing pool with the woman Izzy had called Mandy that didn’t sit right. Not that it was a hardship to keep his eye on the girl who laughed unselfconsciously. John could hear the sound of her laughter over the low din in the building.

Their drinks arrived, and John nodded toward the redhead. She’s playing way beneath her skill level.

Mac looked up, What makes you say that.

Both men had honed their powers of observation throughout their years of service.

She’s missing obvious shots, then making ones that are more difficult.

Stretching to make a shot, her jeans framed, from his vantage, an ass to die for. Even at this distance and not knowing anything about her, John could feel his cock coming to life as he imagined getting to know her on a far more intimate level than he had any right to assume.

John had long ago accepted he was a dominant male and expected when it came time to settle down, he would find a woman who would consent to his authority and answer to him. He wasn’t looking for a true submissive. Any woman married to a US Marshall had to be strong enough to deal with life on her own sometimes and understand all plans were subject to the needs of the service and the inherent danger of the work he did.

Think she needs rescuing? Mac asked casually.

Might, said John.

Well, don’t let me keep you. She’s more your type than mine.

Knowing Mac liked his women taller, leaner, and preferably blonde, the voluptuous auburn beauty was most definitely not his type.

She’s safe enough. Besides, I’m too tired.

Mac laughed. When have you ever been too tired to go charging in to save the damsel in distress?

Izzy brought them their steaks.

So, Iz, said Mac, what do you know about the redhead who has John’s attention?

That’s Mandy Adams. She smiled. She works for Willa Reynolds. You know, the gal who does the gourmet packing trips. I’m surprised Willa isn’t with her. The two of them usually take great enjoyment out of pool sharking any unsuspecting assholes, like Chaz there. I think he earned Mandy’s ire, treating the wait staff so poorly. Willa’s good with a stick, but Mandy’s better. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her miss a shot unless she intended to.

What’s she drinking? asked John.

Killian’s is her usual drink of choice.

If she likes her steak rare, I could be in love, he said with a grin.

Then you’re out of luck, said Izzy. She likes her steaks medium with no red. Izzy left them to take Mandy the proffered drink.

Not to sound like a completely inappropriate jerk, John said, lowering his voice, but for an ass like that, I could live with overcooked meat.

John grinned at Mac as his buddy tried desperately not to spit his beer across the table. It wasn’t the kind of comment John normally made about a woman, but he was beginning to think that Mandy might be something special.

Mandy was leaning against her custom pool cue, watching Chaz—who thought the world owed him a living because he’d graduated law school—try to figure out his next move. Hiding her smile, she wondered if he had yet to figure out, he’d been suckered. Mandy had been baiting him since happy hour started. Before working with Willa, Mandy had worked for a law firm, where she had grown to detest attorneys fresh out of school. They were arrogant beyond belief and generally didn’t know their ass from a hole in the ground,

She’d been playing him slowly, reeling him in, winning just enough not to be obvious but losing enough, so his confidence was high. There was now twenty-five hundred dollars sitting on the table. When Chaz stepped up to break, the result hadn’t been pretty. She planned to run the table and take his money.

Mandy? said Izzy, offering her a Killian’s.

I’m trying to focus, griped Chaz.

Mandy smiled at Izzy, taking the drink.

From a regular at the table in the back corner, Izzy said, nodding toward John and Mac.

"How very gallant of

Reviews for Hampton

[Jasmine Lutgen · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Only 3 stars cuz there isn't much of a story in my opinion. Well written and a very quick read. Insta type love. Wish there was more character development and better plot.