Excerpt
“Dani-girl.” His voice, that rich rumble of masculine
excellence, washes over me and I shiver again before cursing under my
breath. The rumble of his low laughter
tells me that he definitely didn’t miss that little move.
Kill me now.
“Hey, Coh,” I say with a smile. “What brings you in? Last minute, I might add.” I pat the chair before walking around and
holding the back while he sits down.
When his scent hits my nose, I almost come on the spot. Lord, he smells good. I wonder what he would smell like while his
body covered mine, all sweaty from hours of good lovemaking. I run my fingers through the longer lengths
on the top and feel my cheeks heat slightly, thinking about doing the same when
his face is buried between my legs.
“…needed a trim.”
Shit. I missed what
he said because, naturally, I was thinking about him naked. Naked and thrusting into my body. Naked and feasting between my spread thighs.
“You feeling okay? I
thought Nate said you were better?”
“Uh, I’m fine. Just—is
it hot in here?” I fan my face and avoid
his eyes.
He’s silent, so I take that as a sign that it’s safe to
bring my attention back to him.
Big mistake there.
His knowing eyes are boring right into mine. The chocolate depths sparkling in a way that
makes it clear he has a good idea about where my mind was going.
“Did you hear what I said, Dani-girl?”
“Of course I did, Cohen.
What, did you think I was standing here daydreaming?” I joke.
“Well, yeah, that’s exactly what I think.” His eyes darken and he smirks a devilish
grin. “Did you know you talk in your
sleep, Dani?” he asks, and I drop my comb.
Oh, God. Shut up,
shut up, shut up. This is not
happening. No way.
“No, I don’t,” I childishly snap.
“Dani, you do. So,
yeah, I do think you were standing there daydreaming. Want to know why?” He uses his booted foot to move his chair so
that he’s facing me, and then he leans in so that his face is dangerously close
to mine. Even when he’s seated, his head
is almost level with my own. Curse my
horizontally challenged self. “While you
were zoning off into space with your fingers running through my hair, you had
this smile on your lips. The same smile
you had the other day when you were dreaming.
About me, Dani. And don’t deny
it, because you don’t moan my name if you’re dreaming about another man. Yes, Dani, you very much do talk in your
sleep.” He smiles again before leaning
back and looking down to his phone.
“Clean up my neck please, cut the length off the top, and give me a buzz
on the sides. Other than that, you’re
clear to continue with your thoughts.”
I must have been standing there like an idiot because he
looks up from his phone, laughs to himself, and, with one tan hand, reaches out
and pushes my mouth closed.
“You’re going to catch flies that way, Dani-girl. One day, maybe you can clue me in on what
those dreams are about.”
Drives me insane, the control he has over me. There isn’t a single person in the world,
other than Cohen, who can turn me into a ridiculously stupid, sputtering fool. My normal confidence disappears. And clearly, he isn’t as oblivious to my
feelings as I originally thought.
How in the hell am I supposed to handle this?
Wait a minute. Cohen
or not, I’m not going to let him pull my strings when I know he is just doing
this to make me feel uncomfortable.
So, time to call his bluff.
“Why? You planning on
doing something about it?”
He looks up sharply, clearly not having expected me to
actually say something in return since he was going for shock value.
“Try me,” he demands, his voice thick and even deeper than
normal.
I throw my head back and reach out to run my fingers thought
his hair again, just barely suppressing the shivers. Curling my fingers slightly so that I can
grab a good hold, I lean in and pull his head back at the same time. With my nose just a hair away from his and
our breaths mingling together, I say, “Cohen, you couldn’t handle the truth of
my thoughts when it comes to you and we both know it. So how about you let me know when you’re
ready for me to clue you in.” I give his
hair a light tug and smile when he swallows loudly and shifts in his seat. “Ready for that trim?” I ask with a wink, and
I’m rewarded with his groan.
I have no idea how I do it, but I manage to get through his
cut without coming unglued. I can see
Lyn trying to get my attention from across the room. Stella had to leave after she overheard my
words to Cohen because her giggles were getting the best of her. Cohen has remained silent the whole
time. His eyes though… They’re speaking louder than his words ever
could.
They haven’t left my reflection in the mirror since I
started. I can feel them every time I
shift. When I stopped to go grab another
comb after I dropped my fourth one, I felt his gaze follow me across the room to
Stella’s station. The few times I
stopped cutting to meet his eyes, the heated promise written all over his face
almost did me in. I almost just said
‘fuck it’ and climbed on his lap to have a go regardless of the people watching
our every move.
I finish the last buzz of my clippers around his right ear
and move to brush all the stray hair off.
“All done,” I say softly and unclip his cape.
He stands, shoving his phone in the back pocket of his
jeans, and walks over to stand in front of me.
I continue to pretend I’m busy with the cape I just removed, brushing
stray hairs off here and there, when his hand comes up, his finger and thumb
hitting my chin, and my face is lifted until I have no choice but to look in
his eyes.
“Do not tease me, Dani.
It’s not a game you want to play if you don’t intend to follow through.”
“I-I wasn’t… I wouldn’t,” I stammer.
“You did, and I have no doubt you’ll have the brilliant idea
to do it again. The next time you allude
to those dirty thoughts I know you have about me, don’t think for a second that
I won’t drag you to the closest bed to show you just how fucking dirty they’ll
get.” He leans close, his scent hitting
my nostrils, and I involuntarily inhale deeply, earning me a rumbled
chuckle. “What you don’t know,
Dani—because contrary to what you think, you don’t know me well enough to
assume what having me would really be like.
But I promise you this: every little thought that you have had that
causes you to moan my name while scissoring those perfect legs back and forth,
praying for completion—it would be so much hotter than you could ever
imagine.” He gives me a soft, sweet kiss
against my temple that has fire racing from that spot all over my body until it
ends in the awareness that I’m pretty sure I just came in my pants.
Unexpected Fate by Harper Sloan
Prologue
“Axel Reid, don’t you dare!”
my mom exclaims. Then she yelps when my daddy charges through the front
door.
“Don’t I dare what, Princess? No way that boy is going near my girl. Look at him!
He looks like he can’t wait to creep on my daughter!”
“Well, there is no need to scare him to death!” she mocks.
My cheeks heat instantly when I see Dane start backing away
from the porch. My hopes of being able
to actually go to my senior prom are starting to go up in flames.
Poof.
Just like that.
Not that I should be surprised about it. Mom did her best to calm Daddy down, but we
should have known better. He took one
look at me and stormed over, only to return ten minutes later looking like he
does now.
So embarrassing.
“You need to stop this nonsense right now, you big lug, or
you’ll be sleeping on the couch,” Mom fumes.
“Like hell I will, woman!” Daddy roars at my mom.
I watch her face get sharp.
He stops long enough to sling one of—that’s right, ONE of—the rifles
he’s carrying over his shoulder, where it lands next to the other one he
already has over his other shoulder.
Only my mom would be brave enough to deal with him when he’s
in “Protect Dani from everything with a penis” mode. He looks absolutely ridiculous. He has two hunting rifles now hanging by their
leather straps over each shoulder. He
has two handguns strapped to each thick thigh, two on each side of his belt,
and various knives along the way. His
shirt, which he thinks is hilarious to wear when I attempt to go out on a date,
says I kill things…and eat them. I know
it’s a hunting shirt—for animals, not teenage boys—but Dane doesn’t.
Mom moves in front of him, standing in the front doorway and
blocking his path, where Dane is still slowly retreating. She’s been dealing with this way before they
even had me. He’s…protective. I guess that’s the nicest way to put it. Well, she calls him protective. However, I call it possessive, overbearing,
controlling, demanding, and jerky.
“This is her senior prom, Ax. You wouldn’t let her go last year.” She
pauses when he grunts. “And I’m sorry, but you won’t be stopping her this
year. She has a right to experience
this. And Dane is a nice boy. Right, Dane?” she yells over her shoulder.
“Uhh…” he stammers, causing my daddy to grunt some more.
“The boy doesn’t even know how to talk, Izzy. I bet he will be nothing but handsy and think
with his little pecker. Nope. No way.
Not near my baby girl.”
Oh. My. God. I
wish I could just fall into a hole right now.
I try to see over my parents to find out if Dane heard that, but with
Daddy basically being a giant, that’s not happening.
“You did not just say that!” I yell at his back.
Daddy turns around, his movements awkward with how many
weapons he has strapped to his body. His
green eyes, so like my own, slant and harden.
He looks down at my dress for the thousandth time since I came
downstairs and doesn’t even bother hiding his displeasure that it’s showing too
much of my body. Even if it is about as
tasteful as it gets.
My strapless, red dress has a sweetheart neckline, and
everything he calls my “girly bits” is covered. There isn’t really any cleavage. Well, okay, there is some, but surely with my
lack of being busty, you couldn’t even call what is showing “cleavage.” His first problem was with how much of my
legs was showing. Then I made the
mistake of turning around without my wrap on.
That’s when he saw that the dress was completely backless to my bra
line. Well, what it would be if I had
been wearing one. Which is clearly when
he lost his mind.
“You look just like your mother did that night twenty years
ago when we finally came back to each other.
Right down to those strappy shoe things. And I guarantee you, Danielle
Reid, any teenage boy who doesn’t bat for the other team will be thinking thoughts
I’ll cut his dick off for. No. You aren’t going with that boy, and that’s
final.”
I harden my eyes, and his narrow even further.
I put my hands on my hips, and he squares his shoulders, his
rifles clinking together.
I raise one brow, and he mirrors the action.
“Daddy.”
“Dani.”
“I’ll cry.”
“No, you won’t. You
have more balls than that.”
“Want to bet?” I
attempt to muster up some tears, knowing that he won’t be able to handle them,
but before I can force the first one out, my brother jumps into my line of
sight and blocks our standoff.
“Yo, Dane! You just
run along now. Dani is unfortunately
feeling a little under the weather.
Ebola. Or the flu. I don’t know.
It’s really ugly and you probably don’t want to be around this. The boils—they could pop at any moment.”
“You did not just do that,” I heatedly whisper, fuming at
his nerve.
Nate turns and smirks at me. “Oh I just did.”
“I can’t believe you two!”
I spin to look at the one person who can help me. “Mom, seriously?”
Her expression softens, and she just shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Dani. I tried.”
“You two,” I start, pointing between my older brother and
father. “You just can’t leave it
alone? I’ll be eighteen in a few
months. What are you jerks going to do
then?”
“You’re not dating, Danielle. Not ever.”
“Oh yeah, Daddy? And
how realistic is that crap?”
“Watch your mouth, little princess.”
“Mom?”
“I’m so sorry, Dani.”
She walks over and wraps me in her small arms.
I could probably really cry now a lot easier than when I was
trying to fake it, but I’ve never been one of those girls who weep
constantly. It would be easier to just
go upstairs, take off the dress mom and I spent hours looking for, scrub off
the light makeup she helped me apply, and pretend this night didn’t happen.
***
An hour later, I’m sitting in my bedroom, still wearing my
perfect dress. My makeup is still done
and my hair is still flowing in long waves.
And I’m no less mad at the men in my life than I was earlier. I’ve considered climbing out my window. I’ve considered asking my best friends, Lyn
and Lila, to come help me escape. But
what would be the point? Rambo-Dad
already scared away my date, the only boy left in school who had been willing
to ask me even though his friends had warned him about my father.
I lie down on my bed and stare up at the ceiling. Maybe I should go away for college. I planned on living at home while I attended
Georgia Tech, but there is no way I can deal with this stuff any longer. If my father had things his way, I would be
shipped off to become a nun. Or he would
buy an island and make it an all-girls cult.
“Uhggggg!” I yell to the empty room.
“Seriously, Dani-girl, things can’t be that bad.”
I jump up when I hear the deep, gravelly, insanely sexy
voice coming from my bedroom door. That
voice. My lord. The things it alone does to me should be
classified as illegal.
My hair slaps me in the face, a good handful landing in my
open mouth, and I hastily pull it out before I turn to where he is standing.
My lord, he’s beautiful.
He’s always been. My heart speeds
up when I take in his smirking face and the mischief dancing in his brown eyes.
“Cat got your tongue?”
I shake my head.
“Speechless?”
I shake it again.
“Do you really have some flesh-eating, boil-slash-Ebola-like
sickness?” he laughs.
I narrow my eyes at him, and his rich laughter booms through
the room.
“I’m just kidding, Dani-girl. Come on. Get yourself ready and let’s go rock
this prom.”
My jaw drops again.
“What?”
For the first time, I notice that he’s dressed in a
perfectly tailored tux. My eyes travel
down his tall form to his shining, black dress shoes. On the way back up, my eyes hit the corsage
spinning around his finger before I look back up into those gorgeous eyes.
“Let’s go, beautiful.”
“Does Daddy know you’re here?” I ask, not moving from my
spot.
He sighs, steps into my room, and walks over. His cologne, Gucci Black, wraps around
me. He’s worn the same scent for
years. I perversely sniff it every time
I hit the mall with Lyn and Lila. That
scent—it’s my undoing.
He grabs one of my hands and gives my knuckles a kiss before
placing the corsage around my wrist. He
gives my hand a squeeze before letting go.
Placing his strong hands on my shoulders, he presses down until I’m
seated on my bed. Kneeling before me, he
takes my feet one by one and fastens the straps of my black heels before
standing and grabbing my hands, again, to pull me to my feet.
The whole time, I act like a freak and just gape at him.
What in the hell is going on?
“Ready?” he asks.
“Uhhh…”
“Right. You’re ready,” he laughs, grabs my hand, and pulls
me through the house, down the stairs, and into the entryway of the house,
where my parents are waiting.
Mom has her camera ready, forcing us to take some pictures,
for all of which I’m sure I’m just standing there in a daze. I think I smiled in them, but I was too busy
trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
Daddy smiles big and triumphantly the whole time, like he’s won some
battle here.
“Oh, good. You got
here,” Nate mumbles through a sandwich he’s stuffing down his throat.
I shake out of my stunned stupor and look over at him. “You did this?” I ask with disbelief.
“Well, duh. Can’t
have my little sister miss her prom because of some boils. Plus, I knew this guy,” he says, pointing at
our father, “wouldn’t mind him.” He
takes another bite before he looks over my shoulder. “And I know he isn’t going to try to pet the
cat.”
“Nathaniel Gregory!” Mom gasps.
“What? Why do you
think Dad acts like he does? Just
because I’m willing to say the words doesn’t mean you have to freak out.”
I look over at my mom, who has turned bright red.
Daddy laughs at her embarrassment and pulls her into his
arms. “Are you sure we didn’t drop that
one a few times as a baby?”
She slaps his hard stomach and shakes her head. “You look
beautiful, honey. Have fun, okay?”
I smile at her and move my eyes to Daddy to judge his mood.
He just smiles at me. “I trust him. He won’t let any of those pimple-faced,
prepubescent boys touch a beautiful hair on your head. Have fun, sweetheart.”
I walk over and give them both a hug, standing up on my toes
as far as a can to whisper my gratitude in his ear. He’s annoying, overprotective, and possessive
of his girls, but I love him and I know he comes from a good place.
“Uh, excuse me? Do I
not get any little-sister love here? I’m
the one running this show, you know?”
“You’re such a dork, Nate,” I laugh and give him a hug
before turning back to my date.
He’s standing by the door, talking in low tones to my
daddy. I can’t hear him, but he’s still
smiling, so I’m guessing there isn’t any talk about dismemberment going on. He looks over, his smile deepening and the
lines around his eyes crinkling.
Something moves behind his eyes that darkens them slightly, but he looks
back over at Daddy, finishing up their conversation.
“Ready, Dani-girl?” he asks a few minutes later, making my
heart speed up again.
Holy. Crap.
“Yeah. I’m ready.” Or
at least as ready as I’ll ever be.
**
That night, while dancing to Brett Young’s “Kiss by Kiss,” I
knew I would never be the same. I could
feel the jealous waves coming off every female in the room as he held me in his
arms. Of course, I had a man and not a
boy as my date. Five years older than I
am and very obviously not a teenager.
Being held in his arms was a dream come true. His scent invaded my lungs with every
inhale. His eyes twinkled as his smile
held me hostage. I knew I would never
love a man as much as I love him.
Yeah. That was the
night I confirmed what I had always known.
What I had always felt.
Cohen Cage owned my heart and I never wanted it back.
Meet Cohen & Danielle in the newest stand alone
in the Hope Town Series by Harper Sloan!
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Unexpected Fate
(Stand alone)
Have you ever felt like you were living your life for a
future that was predetermined? Like there was some bigger picture you just
prayed you would someday see clearly? That picture has been crystal clear to me
since I was old enough to recognize it for just what it was.
Or I should say recognize him for who he was.
I’ve loved Cohen Cage since I was a small child. He’s been
my everything for the last twenty-two years. I’ve loved him through every
girlfriend he’s ever brought home. Through his college years and then mine.
I’ve loved him through two deployments. And ever since the day I told him how I
felt, he’s acted like I’m a stranger.
My name is Danielle Reid, and it’s time for me to get my
man.
Our future is an unexpected fate, and no matter what our
parents, siblings, and friends say…it’s going to be worth every second of the
fight to make it happen.
Tonya's Review
5 Stars
This is the first book in the Hope Town series by Harper
Sloan. This is a spinoff of the
CorpsSecurity series, which I have loved since Axel. You don't have to read that series first, but
I highly recommend you do so that you will have background of all the
characters in Unexpected Fate. This is
Dani and Cohen's story.
There were parts that had me laughing, hard. Like in the prologue when Dani's date for her
senior prom is there to pick her up. I
didn't think Axel could be anymore alpha, or protective, but I was wrong, and
it was great.
There were also parts that had the tears flowing, or trying
to flow. I don't want to give those
parts away. I think some of my tears are
because I know what you go through when the person you love has to go dark
during a deployment. Luckily, mine isn't
special ops.
Dani is Axel and Izzy's "little princess". She has grown up surrounded by all these
alpha males. She has always been in love
with Cohen.
"I'm going to miss you, Cohen. I know you don't look at me like I look at
you, but one day, you're going to come back and I'll still be waiting for
you. Waiting for you to see me like I
see you. mark my words, Cohen Cage. One of these days, you're going to be
mine. And until you're ready...I'll be
here. I'll be waiting."
Cohen is the little boy we all fell in love with in
Cage. The little super hero that would
always wear his cape to fight ninjas and bad guys. The little boy that would talk about his dad
having his penis pierced. Only now, he
isn't a little boy anymore. He is still
fighting the bad guys and has his own piercings. he has been pushing his feelings for Dani
away, for a long time. At least, until
he can't anymore. That letter he wrote her,
OMG! Being raised around all those alpha
males, he's just as alpha as they are.
I never thought I would see a side of Axel that we do in
this book. Or that somebody would go
alpha on him, for his daughter, but Cohen does!
He and lives through it!
"I'm going to tell you once, Axel. I love your daughter. I've loved her before it was right to feel
that way. I fought those feelings until
she was ready for me, because I'll tell you this. It was never a question that I was ready for
her. What we have is something I will
never feel worthy of. Not of her
love. Something she gives me without
hesitation. I know she deserves the best
that life can hand her. You do not have
to remind me of that. But even though I
don't think I'm good enough for her, I'll spend my life making sure that she
knows she's the best thing I will ever have.
Do you understand that? I will
make sure there isn't a day that passes that she doesn't know how much I love
her. I'll spend every second I have left
on this Earth giving her everything I possibly can. I waited, out of respect for you and for
her,until I couldn't wait a second longer, and I will not - not for you - give
up even a sliver of time with her now that she's mine."
I really hope that there will be more books in this
series. I love seeing all the kids of
the Corps Security grown up.
About the Author:
Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from
her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the
house they dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to her husband’s chagrin. Harper has a
borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with
her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her
favorite kind of hero--the super alpha kind!
Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the
house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect
way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of very demanding
alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.
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