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Title: Fragmented Loyalty
Author: Tonya Burrows
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About FRAGMENTED LOYALTY:
All I want is to leave my past of criminal hacking behind. Oh, and ditch the blackmailer who has been dogging my every move for the last three years. The plan: Hack my way into being part of Class Alpha, a training program for a secretive organization that rescues hostages the government can’t or won’t go after. Save the world and make enough money to pay back my blackmailer—solves all my problems, right? The complication: Sweet, nerdy, and unbearably sexy Eric “Harvard” Physick. Harvard is my ideal man, but he’s also my instructor. Seriously a no-go, except we can’t seem to keep our hands off each other. My blackmailer isn’t willing to let me off the hook, though, and a series of freak accidents—deadly accidents—sends Class Alpha into a tailspin. And the more I get to know Harvard, I start to realize his past is just as troubled as mine. Am I the cause of this chaos…or is he?
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EXCERPT
I was nervous.
Ridiculous, I know. I’d worked side by side with Sami for three months now. I knew her better than I did…well, any other woman. Ever.
Problem was, most of those three months, I’d kept her firmly in the “off-limits” mental category. The occasional sexual fantasy was one thing. A fantasy. But going out for food with her was something else entirely. I was crossing a line. Wasn’t I?
No. Of course I wasn’t. Colleagues had dinner together all the time. This wasn’t a date. It couldn’t be. Shouldn’t be.
Wouldn’t be.
And yet I couldn’t take my eyes off her as we walked out to my new Explorer together. She wore a cream-colored sweater with the Wonder Woman insignia on the front, tall brown boots, and a short denim skirt that I immediately wanted to peel off her—no, bad Harvard. Bad. Get your brain out of your dick. You can’t think about her like that.
Not her.
For the first time in a long time, her hair was down, the longer side falling over her shoulder. The shorter side revealed a line of earrings that caught and reflected the evening sunlight every time she moved her head.
I didn’t open the car door for her. This wasn’t a date.
But I felt like a heel for it, so I jumped into the driver’s seat and popped open her door from the inside.
She eyed the SUV with appreciation. “Nice wheels, Nerd Boy. Better than the farm truck.”
All of the nerves settled at her quick smile. She was my people. From day one, she’d understood me in a way nobody else ever had.
So she’d understand why I had to reach across the seat and block her from getting in. “Uh, I’m sorry. I don’t know if I can let you ride in my car wearing that”—I motioned toward her, making a sweeping up-down gesture to encompass her outfit—“shirt.”
Lips quirking into a half smile, she put her hands on her hips. “Because…?”
“I mean, DC? Really? You wound me.” I flicked the Captain America air freshener hanging from my mirror. “You know I’m a Marvel man.”
Her chin lifted to a stubborn tilt. “Wonder Woman is the exception to the DC curse. Everyone knows that. She’s kick-ass. I’m kick-ass. It fits.”
I hissed through my teeth like she’d struck a painful blow and removed my arm, allowing her to pass. “Touché. You may enter.”
Laughing, she pulled herself up into the seat. I was still leaning toward her. It would take little effort to close the distance between our lips…
Shit.
This was not a date.
About the Author:
Tonya Burrows wrote her first romance at age 13 and hasn’t put down her pen since. Originally from a small town in Western New York, she suffers from a bad case of wanderlust and usually ends up moving someplace new every few years. As of now, she lives in the Pacific Northwest with The Boyfriend, a diva schnoodle, a plucky pug-mix, and #writercat. When she’s not writing about hunky military heroes, Tonya can usually be found kayaking, hiking, or road tripping across the country. She also enjoys painting and B grade disaster movies.