| Author: | Ruined April | ISBN: | 9781311006837 |
| Publisher: | Ruined April | Publication: | January 25, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Ruined April |
| ISBN: | 9781311006837 |
| Publisher: | Ruined April |
| Publication: | January 25, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
EXCERPT:
"Don't think you can test me just because I'm a woman, young man. Trust me, you don't want to know what I'm capable of when I'm protecting my only child." She wished for the thousandth time since her divorce settlement that Alejandro's father was still in the picture. Alejandro's dad was an ex-marine with every bit the scant tolerance for bullshit that one would expect of a man with such a résumé. This mouthy brat would never have dared respond to Gavin with such flippancy. But lacking the stature to intimidate anyone physically, Mia had to make do with her rage. It was all she had.
"I bet that sounded a lot more intimidating in your head, didn't it?" the youth said, grinning. He looked relaxed, even bored. It pissed Mia off.
He continued, "You weigh, what, a buck ten? And you stand, five-three, tops? Me, I'm only six-two and weigh two hundred and forty-eight pounds, captain of the school wrestling squad, and been boxing since I was nine." He smiled, expectantly. Under different conditions, Mia thought, he'd be a good-looking kid; he was the perfect hat trick of beefy, lean-muscled boy next door, cleft-chinned teen idol with a beguiling smile, and posturing ruffian that any high school girl would want to save from self-destructing. Mia would have been all over his type back when she was a girl. Today she was no girl. Today she was just an angry mother.
"I don't care. You don't mess with my kid without paying a price for it."
"Well, I gotta mess with someone," he said, "I mean, boys will be boys, right? It's who I am." He paused before going on. "Maybe I should mess with you instead. Is that what you want? That's why you're really here, huh?"
EXCERPT:
"Don't think you can test me just because I'm a woman, young man. Trust me, you don't want to know what I'm capable of when I'm protecting my only child." She wished for the thousandth time since her divorce settlement that Alejandro's father was still in the picture. Alejandro's dad was an ex-marine with every bit the scant tolerance for bullshit that one would expect of a man with such a résumé. This mouthy brat would never have dared respond to Gavin with such flippancy. But lacking the stature to intimidate anyone physically, Mia had to make do with her rage. It was all she had.
"I bet that sounded a lot more intimidating in your head, didn't it?" the youth said, grinning. He looked relaxed, even bored. It pissed Mia off.
He continued, "You weigh, what, a buck ten? And you stand, five-three, tops? Me, I'm only six-two and weigh two hundred and forty-eight pounds, captain of the school wrestling squad, and been boxing since I was nine." He smiled, expectantly. Under different conditions, Mia thought, he'd be a good-looking kid; he was the perfect hat trick of beefy, lean-muscled boy next door, cleft-chinned teen idol with a beguiling smile, and posturing ruffian that any high school girl would want to save from self-destructing. Mia would have been all over his type back when she was a girl. Today she was no girl. Today she was just an angry mother.
"I don't care. You don't mess with my kid without paying a price for it."
"Well, I gotta mess with someone," he said, "I mean, boys will be boys, right? It's who I am." He paused before going on. "Maybe I should mess with you instead. Is that what you want? That's why you're really here, huh?"
