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    Jail Break: Coogan's Break Series, #6
    Jail Break: Coogan's Break Series, #6
    Jail Break: Coogan's Break Series, #6
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    Jail Break: Coogan's Break Series, #6

    By Hope Malone

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    She's hiding out at the crumbling mansion she's inherited from her great aunt. After taking the fall for a crime he didn't commit, he's decided the view from a prison cell isn't to his liking. Will this pair escape together?

    LINDSEY
    The reviews of my last novel went from blah to downright vicious. Brutal enough that I'm holed up at Eagle's Nest to lick my wounds and make sure my next book has the critics choking on their words.

    It doesn't take long to realize the place is a dump. Fortunately, the spectacular views help soften this blow. Best of all is the view of Ethan Hunter making use of the outdoor bathtub.

    The guy has bad-boy written all over him, mainly in ink. He's not the sort I'd usually go for, and yet here I am salivating over his naked form. He does it for me in a big way, and I wish he would.

    ETHAN
    Coogan's Break, the scene of many a youthful escapade, and some downright stupid crap I should never have got involved in. It's those indiscretions that have me back in town, after a good long time away.

    I've got one shot to clear my name if only for the sake of my grandfather, and that means playing with fire. Little could I know I was about to get burnt in the best way possible.

    When Lindsey Abbott storms out of the bushes and grabs my clothes, I'm glad the water is cold enough to quell my response. I don't need this—make that her—in my life right now.

    If you're short on time but long for romance, you'll love this series of steamy, curvy girl, opposites attract romances. They can be read in any order you choose, there's a guaranteed HEA with no cheating, and no cliffhangers.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBad Birds
    Release dateAug 17, 2023
    ISBN9798223910893
    Jail Break: Coogan's Break Series, #6
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      Jail Break - Hope Malone

      ONE

      ETHAN

      On looking around the rundown summerhouse I currently call home, my mind is elsewhere. Prison, to be exact.

      Three years for grand theft auto, all while pretending to be someone else, stays with a man long after the sentence is over.

      Sure, I'd gone along on joy rides when I was young and stupid, just not the one they locked me up for. Lucky for me, was Scott Latham only ever stole the one. Luckier for him was he'd been outside when the cops busted the hovel we were living in.

      Scotty and I were always being mistaken for each other. This coupled with me sitting next to his backpack when the cops smashed in the front door and they'd assumed that's who I was. I'd gone along with it thinking that anything Scotty was guilty of would be child's play compared to what they were after me for.

      I'm not sure what the penalty is for assuming someone else's identity, and I hope I never find out. That means keeping clean from now on. Difficult when I still have to prove I'm innocent of the crimes they originally accused me of.

      Until such a time as I can, I don't dare use Ethan Hunter, my birth name.

      Flat on my back on the large bench in the middle of the summerhouse, I stare up at the boards that line the ceiling of the octagonal structure. The peeling aqua paint is probably all that's holding the building together. It's a far cry from how it had looked when I'd used it as a make-out spot when I was a teenager. The same goes for the condition of Eagle's Nest, the main house.

      I'd been sleeping rough when I read that Bella Sanderson, the old girl who owned the place, had died in her sleep. If not for that gust of wind ruffling the newspapers I'd been using to keep warm, I'd never have known.

      It hadn't taken long to see Eagle's was unoccupied with no lights at night, and no other signs of activity. While it would have been a simple matter to let myself in, I'd opted for the safer option of crashing in the summerhouse.

      When a woman turned up a couple of days back and moved in like she owned the place, I knew I'd made the right call.

      With her arrival, I'd thought briefly about moving on. That was before I'd seen that she rarely left the main house. With me tucked away in a far corner of the property, the chances of her accidentally stumbling upon me were slim.

      Add to this, my plan is to be gone early each morning, only returning late at night, and I should be okay. Despite the austere nature of the summerhouse, it's safer than sleeping rough at the park in the middle of town.

      More than once I'd had trouble from kids who got their kicks harassing those supposedly weaker than them. Apart from them, the public wants nothing to do with me, thanks to my filthy clothing.

      Filthy enough that I'd been able to watch my brother and grandfather walking through the park on their way to lunch and they'd not looked at me twice.

      I still can't believe my little brother is a bounty hunter, doubtless, so he can have the privilege of arresting me himself. I'll be damned if that's happening before I've cleared my name.

      My thoughts once again on the woman living in the main house and I indulge in a lazy grin. To call her a 'woman' is a misnomer. She's a goddess that I'm sure would have done it for me, even without the three years' enforced abstinence.

      The other thing I'm sure of is that she's not a local. She looks to be a similar age to me, meaning we'd have been in high school at the same time. There isn't a chance I'd forget those riotous dark curls. Nor would I be likely to forget a body that lush.

      Her curves are the sort that don’t quit. The sort a man can bury himself in, surrendering to their raw sensuality.

      It's a shame I can't have anything to do with her, with this being two-fold.

      First off, I can't risk anyone seeing me other than in disguise. While I might be older and a hell of a lot wiser, I'm still Ethan Hunter, so far as the locals are concerned.

      Second, and more important, is I can't afford to get involved with a woman of her caliber, not now, potentially ever. And anyway, no woman like that would want anything to do with a guy like me. I'm too rough and definitely too ready.

      Hell, I may as well have BAD tattooed across my forehead as a warning to the innocents of this world. It's something my old cellmate would have been more than happy to take care of.

      Mind you, that doofus would have spelled bad D.A.B. While I'd been okay with him inking tribal patterns on my shoulder and arm, that was as far as I'd trust him.

      I shake my head to clear it of my time in prison, instead replacing it with how the woman had looked on clearing the mailbox the day before. It was because I'd checked it earlier that I now know her name.

      Lindsey Abbott. While her name is unfamiliar, simply whispering it has my mind flooded with images of exactly how hot she'd looked in that flimsy dressing gown. It's also enough to have my cock straining for release, and more.

      It's been too damned long since I was close to a woman. The quality of my erection is testament to this, and I know from experience it won't go away on its own. It's not just my arousal that needs attention. I'm also in desperate need of a bath.

      LINDSEY

      After hitting the save button for the third time in the past half-hour, I sit tall in my expensive ergonomic office chair. I twist first to the right, and then the left, the resultant crackle telling me I've spent far too long hunched over my computer.

      I've never worked this hard on a novel before. However, following the disparaging comments from the critics on my last book, I'm out for redemption. If not for the sales of my Abysmal piece of writing, being through the roof, I'd have given up on

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