Devil's Due: Sarge
When you’ve made a deal with the devil, the time comes to give the devil his due…
Sarge:
Jesus, I need my head examined. She fights me at every turn, yet I can’t stop thinking about her. Her disdain for most men is palpable, but I can’t stop myself from making her aware of my presence—to touch her, to breathe her in. Her smart mouth is bound to get her in trouble and I can’t help but smile at the kind of trouble she’ll find with me.
When an outside threat, a threat she’d been running from, catches up with her, threatening her life, which means threatening my plans for trouble, I’ll give everything I have to neutralize that threat and see her safe.
Greer:
I’m not like the other women who sheltered at the safehouse in Texas. My problems with men were a different set of problems, and now they’ve caught up to me. If that’s not bad enough, I have Sarge to contend with. He’s pushy and loves to bark orders to hear himself speak. He’s also tall, tatted and a god among men who moves me to hurt him before he hurts me. A man like him, that’s exactly what will happen once he finds out my truths.
This man has the power to ruin me more than any other, and I’m scared that I’m ready to let it happen.
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