Series: Shelter Me #2
isn’t big enough for the both of them.
to do, and soon she won’t even have that. If she can’t change her uncle’s mind,
her dreams of owning the family watering hole will soon go up in smoke.
Foster, but when it comes to Avery, being on the outs was never apart of the
plan. Despite their past, Graham never lost hope that they could find their way
back to each other. Convincing Avery of that fact might be a harder sell.
Avery’s problems because someone doesn’t want her to win the family bar, and
murder isn’t off the table.
“You can’t.” Smack. “Spray water.” Smack. “On a goddamn gas fire, you fucking idiot.” Smack, smack, smack.
“Okay, okay. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Avery. You coulda just told me, no need for violence.”
No need for violence. I ought to smash his testicles with my boot heel and see what he says about violence.
I looked over my shoulder to make sure the flames were actually out while simultaneously worrying that the smoke alarms and sprinklers didn’t go off, upset that Graham and my brother were in the same damn room, and fretting over the fact that we were out of tequila and spiced rum and all my waitresses almost quit on me.
I didn’t have time for this brand of family drama.
“Tell that to my wrist, fucknut,” I muttered, unleashing the full power of my perfected ‘Mom Stare’ – a single raised eyebrow along with my usual resting bitch face.
Remy’s eyes widened, looking down at my now-red wrist and back up to my eyes again. “I’m sorry, A. I didn’t mean it.”
My raised eyebrow held some heft, and he appeared adequately shamed. Remy always said that my singular raised eyebrow reminded him so much of our mom it hurt. I didn’t pull it out often, but I wasn’t now – nor had I ever been – a woman he could push around, so the shithead deserved it.
“I know you didn’t mean to.”
“Didn’t mean to what?” a growl vibrated behind me.
I really didn’t want to, but I turned, looking up, up, up at Graham. His eyes were like two clear pools of blue fire, a mix of wrath and vengeance making them burn bright.
“Remy didn’t know you couldn’t put out a gas fire with water. We fought over the sprayer nozzle. It’s what siblings do. I’m fine,” I said, the calm I injected into my voice the exact same one I used on rowdy drunks though not one I’d ever had to use on him. I don’t think he drank more than one or two beers at a time maybe ever.
Graham’s gaze dropped from my eyes to my wrist, and I watched as his already strung-tight body turned to a hunk of living stone. Everyone in town knew about Graham Foster. They knew about his mama turning him out at the age of ten when he stepped between her and his step-father.
They knew every bit of the gossip.
I did, too.
We all knew about how he ended up broken and bloody on Mrs. Peterson’s doorstep in the middle of a Colorado winter. How he still watched out for his mama even though she turned him away. That same ten-year-old grew up to be the nearly twenty-one-year-old man who stepped in a Wells mess that completely changed the course of his life.
I’d never been so ashamed to look someone in the eye as I was when I looked at Graham. Because Graham was a protector. He was a protector at ten, at twenty.
And at thirty-five he still was one – especially when it came to me.
Even when protecting me nearly cost him his life.
Reaching Refuge is the second installment in the Shelter Me Series and can absolutely be read as a standalone. I say that because due to time constraints, I wasn’t able to the first book before I jumped into this one. This is about Graham and Avery’s story and oh what a ride it is.
I’m a sucker for romantic suspense novels. I like the feel of being on the edge, not knowing what is going to happen next. I felt like Anderson did a great job of building up the story and providing just the amount of details that kept my mind wandering. Plus you get the added dynamic of dueling families. Give me that “taboo” any day of the week.
Honestly, this is a second chance romance packed with suspense with two star-crossed, broken lovers. That’s really all the picture you need painted right? I know I’d read it based of that sentence alone. It’s actually been a while since I’ve read Anderson’s work and that’s shame on me. She just moved up to my automatically read author list.
Annie Anderson is a military wife and United States Air Force veteran. Originally from Dallas, Texas, she is a southern girl at heart, but has lived all over the US and abroad. As soon as the military stops moving her family around, she’ll settle on a state, but for now she enjoys being a nomad with her husband, two daughters, an old man of a dog, and a young pup that makes life… interesting.
In her past lives, Annie has been a lifeguard, retail manager, dental lab technician, accountant, and now she writes fast-paced romantic thrillers with some serious heat.