Beckett: Alpha Company Renegades, #1

By Kali Hart

Sara

The last place I want to be is out at a bar, stuck on a horrible double date, wearing these stupid shoes.
Not surprisingly, I almost kiss the concrete when I trip.
I'm saved by the sexiest man I've ever seen.
Too bad I'm here with someone else.
But when my date crosses the line, my military hero is there to save me.
Again.
Though the sparks between us are instant, I have to guard my heart.
I'm tired of feeling like I owe people for helping me.
If only we had met at another time, when my life wasn't such a mess.

Beckett

When I catch the curvy beauty in my arms, I'm instantly drawn to her.
I don't even know her name, but I know I have to have her.
I only came out tonight to keep an eye on my guys and make sure they stay out of trouble.
But once I meet Sara, I feel the need to protect her at all costs.
Especially from her date.
She's guarded, and I can't blame her.
She's been taken advantage of for far too long.
But I'll stop at nothing until she realizes that the only thing I want from her is her heart.
Forever.

Sweet & Steamy short story instalove romance with an alpha military hero and younger curvy woman with an HEA. NO cliffhangers. NO cheating.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jackie M. Wallick
• Release date: Feb 6, 2020
• ISBN: 9798223383284

Book preview

1

SARA

I hate these shoes.

I only wore them because my roommate, Rachel, insisted they were super cute on me. This coming from the cover-model ready girl who would look super cute wearing a paper sack. She told me the lie to get me out the door on time.

I will never be friends with heels. Never.

But it’s too late to ditch the damn shoes. I’m stuck at this remote bar’s outdoor concert, all because I can never figure out how to tell her no. She helped me out in a big way when we first met, and she’s not afraid to remind me of that kindness.

Rachel has her sights set on some guy again, and tonight, she needed me to come as his friend’s date.

I’m weaving my way through the crowd on these pencil-sticks, wishing I was anywhere else, when the inevitable happens. I stumble. The fruity drink I cradled so carefully in my hand goes sailing through the air. I feel my feet lose contact with the ground, and all I can see is the star-filled sky overhead.

I wait for the hard splat against the concrete patio to come.

But it doesn’t.

Strong arms break my fall, swooping behind my back. It feels like I’m levitating at some slightly-off angle. The cold metal of dog tags dangle between my breasts as a woodsy, masculine scent engulfs me.

You okay? My rescuer’s voice is deep and sexy. My nipples harden to peaks, but it might be those damn dog tags dipping lower into my cleavage causing them to misbehave so rashly. It’s an instant turn-on I never knew I had. I don’t know what the hell is so hot about it, but my panties are wet now, too.

Yeah, thanks.

Be careful out here. He sets me back on my feet, holding me against him. I can’t say I mind. Patio’s all cracked up.

As if I didn’t have enough trouble walking in these stupid shoes without an obstacle course thrown in.

He laughs, low and quiet. But the deep rumble of it vibrates against me. I’m standing up straight again, but he hasn’t let me go. He’s so much taller than me, even in these ridiculous shoes. All I can see from down here is the perfectly sculpted chest muscles beneath his tight shirt. I want to slide my hands up the fabric. Then under.

You bring another pair?

He nods down to my feet. I try to follow his gaze but end up locked on his deep blue eyes. There might be some damn butterflies in my stomach, and if there are, they’ve hit the bar harder than I have tonight. Because they’re not just tipsy in there, they’re singing-on-the-table drunk. Nope, just these.

Be careful, okay?

No promises. Mostly, it’s because I’m a natural born klutz if a beverage is involved. If it can be spilled, odds are I’ll find a way. But partially, it’s because I’m hoping he’ll catch me again if I fall. This tall, insanely sexy soldier is way out of my league. He exudes badassary that makes my panties tingle and burst into flames. But guys like him never go for curvy girls like me. They go for the Rachel’s of