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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Wren Thornberry's life isn't going according to plan. She let her father talk her out of marrying Bryan Stockard, the man she loves, and moved halfway around the world. Now she's back home in Texas, babysitting her grandmother while grandma and her boy-toy work through their list of sexual exploits, making themselves the talk of the town. But what Wren doesn't know is that things in her hometown are about to heat up even more, and it will have nothing to do with her grandmother. It seems that Bryan Stockard is still in town, he wants to get back into Wren's life by any means necessary, and now he has just the tools to do it: A police uniform, handcuffs, and the authority to make Wren? assume the position. [WARNING: This title features strong sexual situations that may be offensive to some readers, including but not limited to: explicit depiction of sexual intercourse, anal play, and graphic sexual language.]
eBook Publisher: Resplendence Publishing, LLC, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: August 2008

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [71 KB]
Words: 13815
Reading time: 39-55 min.

Chapter One

"When was the last time we were here?" Wren Thornberry wrapped her arms around herself as far as they could go and shivered. "It seems like just yesterday, but it wasn't this cold then."

"Well, we were here in July, more than five years ago, and it's now January, in case you missed it."

Wren turned to her best friend, Lettie Wylder, whose eyes were trained on her ten-year-old daughter Stacey and the group of other ten-year-olds that had gathered around her.

"I know it's January, genius," Wren said. "But I don't remember it being this cold at this time of the year. We're in Texas."

Wren hopped up and down, trying to spread warmth through her body. Why had she worn a short-sleeved shirt? For that matter, why had she agreed to help Lettie chaperone a ten-year-old's birthday party? Sitting through a play geared toward pre-teen girls was not her idea of fun. But still, you did things like that for your best friend. Especially when you'd been gone from town for more than five years.

"Yeah, well, January can be chilly even in Austin. It's going to get worse when we sit down and the winds hit Town Lake. They shift the cold toward us even more. You should have worn a jacket."

"You could have warned me." Wren replied. "Oh, and by the way, thanks so much for warning me about my grandmother."

Lettie giggled. "Are you kidding me? She's the talk of the town. I think she's got a list of all the places she wants to have sex before she kicks the bucket, and she plans on trying out every last one of them. If I warned you, then you might tell your stuffy father--who is nothing like his mother--and all the fun stops."

Wren shivered again. "Yeah, it kills daddy that he's off trying to make millions off his mother's millions while she spends money like there's no tomorrow. And why see a play outside? In January?" Wren rubbed her hands together and wondered whether or not they sold gloves inside the playhouse gift shop.

"You know, I think Colt has a jacket in the car."

"Really? Can I go and get it?"

"It's going to be enormous on you."

"I don't care." She hopped from foot to foot. "Give me the keys."

"It's a six block trek back to the car, and you have to pass the party zone where people are drinking beer and having fun. Then you wouldn't come back and I'd be stuck here by myself."

"I'll be back, I promise. Give. Me. The. Keys." Wren didn't need to be reminded that they were late getting to Austin because of her, and therefore all the good parking places had been taken.

"Please don't leave me alone with these kids for very long." Her friend put her hands together as if to pray. "Please."

Wren grimaced. "I won't. I promise. Now gimme!"

When Lettie finally held out the keys, Wren grabbed them and took off at a fast clip, wanting to get to the parking garage and back as quickly as possible.

She rounded the corner of Red River and Sixth Street and headed toward Eighth, determined not to veer off and see how the big kids were playing that evening.

Sixth Street was Austin's playground for University students and those who liked to party. And she always enjoyed a good party. A crowd had gathered at one of the outdoor restaurants which hosted concerts and Wren wondered who was playing tonight. She knew she would be having more fun at a concert than she would at the park, watching a play that didn't interest her at all.

She made it to the parking garage, grabbed the coat and wrapped it around her. Lettie was right, it was huge on her, but Wren didn't care. She could almost hear the goose bumps on her arms singing out in pleasure at the warmth. After locking the car again, she headed back toward the park.

When she hit the corner of Sixth and Red River she stopped. The smell of barbecue hit her nose and she inhaled sharply. That smelled so much better than the fast food burgers they'd had at Stacey's request. Plus, there were people milling about. Grown up people. Who were laughing and having fun. One little detour to see who was playing, and whether or not they would be back tomorrow night, wouldn't hurt, would it?

"Man, Stockard, this was a great idea. We get to make extra cash and ogle all the pretty girls."

"Most of whom are young enough to be your daughter, Wright."

"Nah, younger sister. I'm not forty yet, you know. Besides, I won't be touching. But I can look."

Bryan Stockard adjusted his utility belt as he tried to focus on the job at hand. He was working security at a concert. Nothing more. Nothing less. They were they to make sure no one got too drunk and started a fight, and that nothing illegal, either smoked or snorted, was being used.

"Do me a favor, Wright, watch for dope and stop looking at the young ladies' asses."

"Are you kidding me? I haven't done anything this fun in ten years. Thanks for thinking of me."

Bryan swallowed the urge to tell his fellow patrolman that he was a last resort, that everyone else he'd asked for had been too busy. When his high school friend, Mickey Marquez, had asked him to work security at the first concert ever held at Mickey's Brewhouse, Bryan had jumped at the chance for some extra money. Finding someone to jump along with him had been the hard part.

He'd finally talked to Jacob Wright, who always needed extra cash to help pay the legal fees from his numerous divorces. Bryan had once told Wright that he was damn lucky Texas wasn't an alimony state and that only one of his unions had produced children. Wright had agreed, but that hadn't stopped him from marrying, and divorcing, wife number six--and building up even more legal expenses.

When they'd arrived tonight, however, they'd discovered that Mickey had gone overboard and hired more security officers then he needed. He'd told them to stick around, however, because extra eyes were always needed. Plus, he would still give them their full salary for the night.

Bryan scanned the crowd of early twenty-something college students, trying to make sure that kids with big black Xs on one hand didn't have a beer in the other. Mickey had been really big on keeping underage kids from drinking at the concert.

He stepped closer to the fence, trying to figure out how he could police the sidewalk, to keep those who hadn't bought a ticket from enjoying the music. There were quite a few people milling about out there, and he wondered how many of them actually held a ticket. Of course, he wasn't on the Austin police force, so technically he couldn't patrol the streets; just the bar where he was employed as a security guard for the evening.

He took note of several of the people, and was just about to turn back to the crowd inside the bar when a familiar face caught his eye. She was a little heavier than she'd been when they'd broken up, but even in the waning light he could still see the twinkle in her green eyes, the bounce in her step as she tried to work her way to the fence so she could get a look inside.

"I'll be damned."

He moved back so she wouldn't see him, then motioned Wright to come over.

"Hey, you see that woman right there?" Bryan pointed.

Wright snorted. "The fat one?"

"She's not fat."

"I hate to tell you this buddy, but she's pushing two hundred pounds. You can see that even under the huge coat she's wearing."

"She is not. And that woman is a friend of mine, so watch your mouth. She's Constance Thornberry's granddaughter."

"No shit? Hum. Pretty little thing."

"Oh, now that you know she's got money, all of the sudden she's not fat?"

Wright held out his hands. "Let's see, fat on one side, rich on the other." He moved his hands as if they were a scale, ending up with the fat side far lower than the rich side.

"Yeah, well she's mine--or she was at one point. And here's what I'd like you to do so she'll be mine again."