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Private Investigator Brooke Weaver hopes she can slip into her Oregon hometown, find her client’s missing teenage daughter, and be on her way again before anyone notices. Not likely.
Within forty-eight hours she encounters her ex-fiancé, the three dirty cops she testified against, and a drop-dead gorgeous FBI agent hunting a gigantic, mutated spider. He’s the hottest thing with muscles she’s seen in a long time, but he keeps making strange references like “your planet,” and “my home-world.” To make matters worse, he expects her to lead him into the sewers to find his escaped creature. Brooke doesn’t want any part of giant insects from South America or secret agents or very dark, haunted sewer tunnels. Most of all, she wants no part of her dying hometown and the ghosts she left buried here.
But a sexy hunk in a clingy shirt, she might consider a small part of.
By saving her world, he saves her life.
Interplanetary Alliance Lieutenant Jager Tolon is hunting the vicious Black Tetra, a parasitic man-eater that crashed to earth in an unmanned pod after escaping the ship it annihilated. Jager pursues the creature into an empty building and is about to kill it when a meddling woman warrior shoots it with a crude earth weapon, sending the creature fleeing.
But not only is the earth woman strong and courageous, she is the most beautiful female he’s ever seen, and he can’t stay mad at her long. Forbidden to marry or even dally while on leave, he does not yearn for what he cannot have, but Brooke stirs a need in him so primal he’s powerless to resist. She’s free to love and marry as she chooses, yet has not. Dare he hope she had been waiting for someone better? During their brief time together, Jager allows himself to imagine Brooke as his own, even as he knows they can never be.
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CEOs, Navy SEALs, FBI agents...
You won’t find them here. Instead, I write about the average Joe with his boy-next-door charm and his steak ‘cueing skills. The guy who takes out the trash—after you ask, who wears a shirt with a spot on it to lunch with your mother but then charms her socks off, who forgets to water your favorite house plant but then buys you flowers. You know and love this guy: the Rick Grimes’, the Stu Redmans, the Kyle Reeses of the world who, when faced with seemingly insurmountable odds, rise to the occasion and save you, the dog, and the day. Okay, so Kyle Reese died in the end, but my heroes do not!
You can read my books with my promise that only the bad guy will meet his deserved end in a bad way. Likewise, I do not write about anti-heroes. There are no Tony Sopranos, no Dexter Morgans, no Ray Donovans in my books. So find a comfy spot and pour yourself a glass of wine, cup of tea, or mug of hot chocolate, whatever suits your fancy, and read one of my books knowing you’ll find a hero you can fall in love with and a heroine you wish you could be.
Learn more about Ava Bradley’s books at http://www.avabradley.com
