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Keno Knight can’t stop the pull he feels when he’s around Laney Morrison. Something tugs at his heart when he sees the sadness in her eyes, and even in her smile. He wants to offer her more than her man is giving her, but not before she’s ready to accept it.
Laney Morrison made the biggest mistake of her life when she dropped out of college her senior year and married Barron. It didn’t take long for his possessive ways to turn to physical abuse and isolate her from everyone she knows and loves.
When Barron and Keno meet, it won’t be pretty. The battle for Laney’s heart is something both men are ready for, but is Laney willing to start all over again, or will she stay with what she knows?
Read an Excerpt:
Keno entered Earth Mart’s deli and got in line. He had an easy day at Knight’s Trucking, so he left early, decided to stop by and order a teriyaki sub and Thai tea for dinner. He grabbed his order, sat in his usual spot next to the window and set up his food to eat. He said a quick prayer, took the first bite out of his sandwich and smiled. Their teriyaki sub was a rival for the best thing he’d ever eaten. He was enjoying his meal, when his smile brightened even more. A familiar figure walked out of the grocery side of the store, heading toward an old, dinged up, red minivan he would recognize anywhere. Just from her side profile, he knew it was her. Laney. He would know that shapely body anywhere. Her reserved strut screamed of a sexy, free spirit that had been stripped away and replaced with melancholy.
It had been almost a week since he officially introduced himself to her, and the blood in Keno’s veins still ran hot for her. He tried to suppress the urge to want to protect her. After all, she was taken. But, his heart skipped a beat as he watched Laney open her van door. When she bent over to put a bag inside the trunk, he groaned at how her rounded bottom curved to perfection.
Heavenly Father… thou shalt not covet… Keno tried to shake the thoughts her figure brought into his mind to no avail. “Umph,” he uttered.
A young bagger walked up behind her and started helping her put her groceries in the car. Laney shook her head, appearing to tell him she didn’t need any help, but he insisted. At first, she looked upset, but eventually she stepped aside, smiling and talking to the young man. Keno’s insides warmed watching her nervous giggles, and the sweet way she smiled, before reaching into her purse to hand the young man a tip.
Don’t catch feelings. She’s married, he told himself as he successfully fought off the urge to go speak to her. The intimate feelings he had for her forced him back to his seat. He slumped down, watching Laney get into her car as the young man pushed the buggy away.
Keno turned his attention back to his food until a loud horn jolted his attention back outside. A late model, black F150 sped into the lot and parked directly behind Laney’s van, blocking her in. A stocky, white man about six feet tall with long, brown hair jumped out, pounding the pavement as he walked toward Laney’s door. He yanked at her door, but it was locked. So, he began to yell.
Keno sat up straight and scowled. He couldn’t make out what the man was saying, but by his body language he knew it wasn’t pleasant. Laney wouldn’t unlock the door, but he apparently had a key because he maneuvered it open and leaned down into the car, so he was face to face with her, still arguing at her. He yanked her up close to him and pushed her back hard against the seat. That move propelled Keno to his feet and toward the exit.
When he was close enough to the car, he heard the man saying, “I send you out here to get fucking groceries, and you’re out here being a whore with the fucking baggers? You better not ever let anyone bring your damn groceries out again. Didn’t I tell you before not to talk to anyone when you come out the damn house? I knew your ass was out here acting like this. It’s probably the reason you were late coming home from church last Sunday. I guess I gotta show your ass again. You just don’t listen, do you?”
“Barron, I told him I didn’t need help. Please stop, Barron. You’re making a scene, please—” Laney said, her voice going faint when he tightened his grip on her shirt.
“A scene? I’ll show your ass a scene!” Barron gripped her tighter.
The young bagger clutched the buggy handle, looking like he didn’t know what to do. He was a puny boy; he weighed the outcome of going up against a stout, older man.
Keno only had one option, and the defeated tone of Laney’s voice made him more than willing to take it. He growled out the words, feeling himself about to go savage. “Take your hands off of her, right now!”
Barron’s head popped out of the car, and he became even more furious as he sized Keno up. Keno was about his height, maybe an inch taller at six feet one. Keno looked like he worked out regularly, and he did. Owning his own trucking business put him on the road often and involved lifting a lot of heavy packages.
“I’m talking to my wife. Beat it!” Barron said. He stood there waiting for Keno to leave, so he could finish putting Laney in her place.
“Oh, I will beat it,” Keno said, stepping closer to him. “I’ll beat your punk ass if you put your hands on her again.”
Barron took a step toward Keno. “Is that right?”
“Damn right!” Keno said.
“No.” Laney got out the car and stood in front of Barron, looking him in his cold eyes. “We can handle this at home, Barron. Please, let’s not make any more of a scene than we already have. Someone may call the police,” she said, touching Barron’s chest. “Please.” Sometimes, her pleas got through to him. She was hoping this was one of those times.
Barron looked at Laney and then back to Keno again. He narrowed his eyes and cracked his knuckles. “You heard the lady,” he said, scowling at Keno. “We won’t be making a scene today, but you should mind your own damn business.” Truth be told, he didn’t want to take a chance of getting his backside handed to him by Keno.
Keno charged forward until Laney turned to him with a desperate plea in her eyes that stopped him cold.
“Please,” she murmured.
Keno’s neck muscles flexed, and he could feel the fiery blood coursing vigorously through his veins. He halted, watching as Barron slid into his truck. He wanted to punch him so bad, he could already see the blood gushing from Barron’s nose.
Barron rolled his window down and glared at Keno as he spoke to Laney. “Take your ass straight home, Laney. I’ll deal with you when I get there,” he yelled out the window before he sped off.
“Why don’t you deal with a real man? Come back here, you little punk!” Keno ran after Barron’s truck, but he was long gone.
Laney’s eyes fell to the ground the way Keno saw her do at church. She dragged her body into her van and drove away, without looking back, dreading the turmoil waiting for her at home.
Keno watched until she was out of the parking lot. His heart beat wildly in his chest. He felt empty, like he’d let her down. He wanted to jump in his car and go after them. He wanted to call the police and make a report. Do something.
But, he could tell by the look on Laney’s face and the sound of her voice that she wouldn’t accept help. He had to figure out a way to get through to her.
He hated to see a woman being abused. He knew Laney was suffering. He sent up another prayer for her to get out of that situation, and for his own strength to not kill the man putting his hands on her.
Laney Morrison made the biggest mistake of her life when she dropped out of college her senior year and married Barron. It didn’t take long for his possessive ways to turn to physical abuse and isolate her from everyone she knows and loves.
When Barron and Keno meet, it won’t be pretty. The battle for Laney’s heart is something both men are ready for, but is Laney willing to start all over again, or will she stay with what she knows?
Read an Excerpt:
Keno entered Earth Mart’s deli and got in line. He had an easy day at Knight’s Trucking, so he left early, decided to stop by and order a teriyaki sub and Thai tea for dinner. He grabbed his order, sat in his usual spot next to the window and set up his food to eat. He said a quick prayer, took the first bite out of his sandwich and smiled. Their teriyaki sub was a rival for the best thing he’d ever eaten. He was enjoying his meal, when his smile brightened even more. A familiar figure walked out of the grocery side of the store, heading toward an old, dinged up, red minivan he would recognize anywhere. Just from her side profile, he knew it was her. Laney. He would know that shapely body anywhere. Her reserved strut screamed of a sexy, free spirit that had been stripped away and replaced with melancholy.
It had been almost a week since he officially introduced himself to her, and the blood in Keno’s veins still ran hot for her. He tried to suppress the urge to want to protect her. After all, she was taken. But, his heart skipped a beat as he watched Laney open her van door. When she bent over to put a bag inside the trunk, he groaned at how her rounded bottom curved to perfection.
Heavenly Father… thou shalt not covet… Keno tried to shake the thoughts her figure brought into his mind to no avail. “Umph,” he uttered.
A young bagger walked up behind her and started helping her put her groceries in the car. Laney shook her head, appearing to tell him she didn’t need any help, but he insisted. At first, she looked upset, but eventually she stepped aside, smiling and talking to the young man. Keno’s insides warmed watching her nervous giggles, and the sweet way she smiled, before reaching into her purse to hand the young man a tip.
Don’t catch feelings. She’s married, he told himself as he successfully fought off the urge to go speak to her. The intimate feelings he had for her forced him back to his seat. He slumped down, watching Laney get into her car as the young man pushed the buggy away.
Keno turned his attention back to his food until a loud horn jolted his attention back outside. A late model, black F150 sped into the lot and parked directly behind Laney’s van, blocking her in. A stocky, white man about six feet tall with long, brown hair jumped out, pounding the pavement as he walked toward Laney’s door. He yanked at her door, but it was locked. So, he began to yell.
Keno sat up straight and scowled. He couldn’t make out what the man was saying, but by his body language he knew it wasn’t pleasant. Laney wouldn’t unlock the door, but he apparently had a key because he maneuvered it open and leaned down into the car, so he was face to face with her, still arguing at her. He yanked her up close to him and pushed her back hard against the seat. That move propelled Keno to his feet and toward the exit.
When he was close enough to the car, he heard the man saying, “I send you out here to get fucking groceries, and you’re out here being a whore with the fucking baggers? You better not ever let anyone bring your damn groceries out again. Didn’t I tell you before not to talk to anyone when you come out the damn house? I knew your ass was out here acting like this. It’s probably the reason you were late coming home from church last Sunday. I guess I gotta show your ass again. You just don’t listen, do you?”
“Barron, I told him I didn’t need help. Please stop, Barron. You’re making a scene, please—” Laney said, her voice going faint when he tightened his grip on her shirt.
“A scene? I’ll show your ass a scene!” Barron gripped her tighter.
The young bagger clutched the buggy handle, looking like he didn’t know what to do. He was a puny boy; he weighed the outcome of going up against a stout, older man.
Keno only had one option, and the defeated tone of Laney’s voice made him more than willing to take it. He growled out the words, feeling himself about to go savage. “Take your hands off of her, right now!”
Barron’s head popped out of the car, and he became even more furious as he sized Keno up. Keno was about his height, maybe an inch taller at six feet one. Keno looked like he worked out regularly, and he did. Owning his own trucking business put him on the road often and involved lifting a lot of heavy packages.
“I’m talking to my wife. Beat it!” Barron said. He stood there waiting for Keno to leave, so he could finish putting Laney in her place.
“Oh, I will beat it,” Keno said, stepping closer to him. “I’ll beat your punk ass if you put your hands on her again.”
Barron took a step toward Keno. “Is that right?”
“Damn right!” Keno said.
“No.” Laney got out the car and stood in front of Barron, looking him in his cold eyes. “We can handle this at home, Barron. Please, let’s not make any more of a scene than we already have. Someone may call the police,” she said, touching Barron’s chest. “Please.” Sometimes, her pleas got through to him. She was hoping this was one of those times.
Barron looked at Laney and then back to Keno again. He narrowed his eyes and cracked his knuckles. “You heard the lady,” he said, scowling at Keno. “We won’t be making a scene today, but you should mind your own damn business.” Truth be told, he didn’t want to take a chance of getting his backside handed to him by Keno.
Keno charged forward until Laney turned to him with a desperate plea in her eyes that stopped him cold.
“Please,” she murmured.
Keno’s neck muscles flexed, and he could feel the fiery blood coursing vigorously through his veins. He halted, watching as Barron slid into his truck. He wanted to punch him so bad, he could already see the blood gushing from Barron’s nose.
Barron rolled his window down and glared at Keno as he spoke to Laney. “Take your ass straight home, Laney. I’ll deal with you when I get there,” he yelled out the window before he sped off.
“Why don’t you deal with a real man? Come back here, you little punk!” Keno ran after Barron’s truck, but he was long gone.
Laney’s eyes fell to the ground the way Keno saw her do at church. She dragged her body into her van and drove away, without looking back, dreading the turmoil waiting for her at home.
Keno watched until she was out of the parking lot. His heart beat wildly in his chest. He felt empty, like he’d let her down. He wanted to jump in his car and go after them. He wanted to call the police and make a report. Do something.
But, he could tell by the look on Laney’s face and the sound of her voice that she wouldn’t accept help. He had to figure out a way to get through to her.
He hated to see a woman being abused. He knew Laney was suffering. He sent up another prayer for her to get out of that situation, and for his own strength to not kill the man putting his hands on her.
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