Is she strong enough to trust the most dangerous man she’s ever met? And is he strong enough to let her?
How would I describe myself? Well, I’m Muse Harper. I’m a twenty-something painter who loves red wine, quirky movies, and men with a fatal flaw. But that was before I met Jasper King. He became my fatal flaw. Eight months ago, I had a choice to make—abandon everything I’ve ever known to protect my family, or stay and risk someone getting hurt. I chose the former. My plan was working just fine until I found out my father had gone missing.
That’s when I met Jasper. A bounty hunter with the eyes of a tiger and the nose of a bloodhound, he was supposed to help me find my father. What I didn’t know was that meeting him was no accident. Hunting people isn’t all that Jasper does. And helping me was only part of his plan. I just wish I’d found out sooner, before my heart got involved. But even then, I don’t know if I’d have done things differently.
Now, I have another choice to make—trust the man that I’m falling in love with and hope that he’ll do the right thing, or run as far away from him as I can get.
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Jasper King is truly tall, dark, and dangerous. Where do I sign up for this bounty hunter? Strong Enough starts out heartbreaking and then moves onto why Jasper does what he does. Or we think--this story is full of secrets and mystery!
Muse Harper loves her father and in order to protect him she's went into hiding. Most of Muse's life has been a big secret. Her father's lifestyle is a mystery, but tends to believe every word. She's sassy, stubborn and when her dad goes missing, she hires Jasper, the bounty hunter to help her. But she didn't know how hot and moody Jasper can be. The attraction between these two is off the chart, but Jasper knows he needs to stay away from her. Because there are plenty of secrets, lies and damage that will happen and cause her to hate him.
Muse and Jasper dance around their attraction while trying to find her father. But giving in just once isn't enough for these two. As the secrets starts to unfold for Muse, she must figure out who is telling the truth and who she needs to believe in to protect her from danger.
Strong Enough takes you through a roller coaster of mystery and lies. You don't who to believe till the very end. And as a nice little bonus, we get a little Cash Davenport in this read! Ready for the next installment in this new series!
I’m comfortable in the quiet. In fact, I prefer it. I
thought I’d made the rules of this road trip clear to Muse in advance.
Evidently I didn’t make them clear enough.
“So, how did you get started in this kind of work?” Muse
asks after less than an hour in.
I shrug. “Just sort of fell into it, I guess.”
“How does one fall into bounty hunting?”
“If you have the right skill set . . .”
“And how did you come by the ‘right skill set’?”
I sigh. Loud enough for her to hear. “I thought you weren’t
going to ask questions.”
“I thought you said not to ask questions about your
methods. You didn’t say anything about asking questions
about you.”
“I like the quiet,” I tell her. She takes the hint.
Two hours later, I can tell she’s about to bust. She
has filed her nails, organized some sort of list on her phone, cleaned out her
purse and turned the radio on at least twice. Each time, I’ve turned it off.
Muse reaches down to pull off her shoes and tuck her feet
up under her on the seat. “This is a nice car. Not quite what I pictured you
driving.”
“It’s a long trip. I thought you’d appreciate a comfortable
ride.”
I see her head jerk toward me. “You did this for me?”
I glance in her direction. “Don’t look so surprised. I’m
not completely heartless.”
“I—I didn’t say you were heartless.”
“No, but you were thinking it.”
She doesn’t argue.
Just after a quick and silent lunch of burgers and
fries right outside Tucson, she tries again. “Where’d you get that watch? It
looks like something a sniper would wear.”
I glance at the black square on my wrist. Not a sniper’s
watch, but . . .
When I don’t answer, she asks more directly, “Were you in
the military?”
“Yes,” I answer grudgingly.
Encouraged by my answer, she turns in her seat to face me.
“Really? What branch?”
“The Army.”
“My father served in the Army. He went in because his
father and both his brothers served. Did you have family in the military, too?
Father? Brothers or sisters?”
I grit my teeth. These are not things that I want to think
about, much less talk about. “I really need you to find something else to do
with your time. I’m not the talkative, sharing type.” I twitch my head to the
right and see the wounded slant to her big green eyes. I sigh again and turn
back to the road. “Look, I’m not trying to be rude. I’m just being honest.”
After a few seconds of silence, I glance back over at her.
The twin emeralds are flashing. “Well then let me be
honest with you. It’s been a really shitty year for me
and now my father is missing. I can’t stand sitting here with nothing but time
to think about what I might find back home. I’m sorry if polite conversation
isn’t in your repertoire, but maybe, just maybe, you could make an exception just this once.” Her voice is louder, punchier at the end and I know her
temper is on the rise.
Fire.
Damn, I’m liking that!
“I’m doing you a favor, Muse. You don’t want to get to know
me.”
“Maybe I do. You can’t possibly know that.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to,” I
confess quietly.
I hear her huff of frustration before she flounces back in
her seat, crossing her arms stiffly over her chest and turning to stare out the
window.
She’s better off not knowing me.
She just doesn’t know it.
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