Blown Away

by Brenda Rothert

  Maura raced in, making engine noises and holding her arms out as she pretended to be an airplane. She crash-landed on our legs, wrapping her arms around us and looking up with a huge grin. Those hazel eyes got me every time. She was all Aiden, complete with brown hair and a headstrong nature.

  “Where’s the couch?” she asked us.

  Aiden reached down and scooped her into his arms. “The furniture’s not coming ’til tomorrow, love. We’re staying in the camper tonight. Unless Mommy wants to get a hotel room.”

  They turned their matching gazes on me.

  “Camper, Mommy,” Maura said hopefully.

  “Of course I want to stay in the camper,” I said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s a very special place for me and Daddy.”

  Aiden’s gaze was warm as he put an arm around me and we all walked to the door together.

  “I checked the forecast earlier,” he said. “I got nostalgic since we’re meeting up with the old crew for lunch next week.”

  “Oh yeah?” I said, grinning up at him. “Technology’s a lot better now, huh?”

  “It’s come a hell of a long way. Looks like there’s a front moving in and we’ll get a big thunderstorm tonight.”

  “Is it safe to stay in the camper?”

  “Yeah, no wind or anything like that. Just heavy rain.”

  I thought back to all the nights we’d spent wrapped around each other in the camper after long summer days of storm chasing. Those days were mostly behind us now that we had a family, though we still indulged in the occasional afternoon chase when we could get a sitter.

  “We can open the window and listen to it,” I said. “You know how much I love listening to a good storm.”

  “Me too.”

  I looked up at him, our daughter’s face nestled in the crook of his neck as her internal clock realized it was nap time.

  “Do you miss chasing?” I asked. “The way we used to? For weeks at a time?”

  His lips quirked up in a smile. “Nope. No reason to chase after ghosts anymore. I’ve already caught what I needed.”

  I stood on tiptoe and kissed him, feeling the swirl of excitement he still created in me, even after a decade. With him, I’d chased dreams I never even dared to have. And together, I knew we’d run down many more.

  This book is for every editor who believed in me enough to get me here. Joel Steinfeldt saw the writer in me before I did and taught me how to write news. Ken Kirchoefer took a chance on hiring me to work for him at the largest newspaper in downstate Illinois. That break meant a great deal to me, as did Ken. Lisa Coon developed me into a more disciplined writer who dug deeper and worked harder. And Brad Erickson taught me that every word matters.

  Acknowledgments

  This story was born in my head when I was driving to my central Illinois home one dreary winter evening and I considered how ominous the skies were looking.

  Tension is a critical element to a great story, and I thought about how much I’d like to explore the unfolding of a relationship between storm chasers, who are often put into tense situations. I covered tornadoes and their aftermaths during my days as a newspaper reporter, so I had a working knowledge of the devastation they can create.

  I needed to know more about storm chasing, though, and that was when Colin Davis and Andrew Pritchard stepped in to help. I’m so grateful they shared their storm-chasing experience with me as I prepared to write Blown Away.

  Editor Sue Grimshaw helped mold this story into its finished form. Her guidance was invaluable. My friend and beta reader Janett Gomez provided the feedback and encouragement that helped me find my way to the end.

  My readers are my greatest support system. You guys keep me writing and help me find the courage to stretch further and go new places with my stories. Thank you so much for believing in me.

  BY BRENDA ROTHERT

  Blown Away

  Barely Breathing

  Bennett

  Deep Down

  In Deep

  Bound

  Captive

  Edge

  Drive

  Release

  Killian

  Unspoken

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  Brenda Rothert is an Illinois native who was a print journalist for nine years. She made the jump from fact to fiction in 2013 and never looked back. From new adult to steamy contemporary romance, Brenda creates fresh characters in every story she tells. She’s a lover of Diet Coke, chocolate, lazy weekends, and happily ever afters.

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  The Editor’s Corner

  Swing into spring this May with Loveswept! We’ve got something for everyone, so take your pick from these fabulous romance books.

  Tracy March brings you another enchanting novel set in Colorado, with book two in her Thistle Bend series, Just Say Maybe. Brenda Rothert releases her first Loveswept book, Blown Away, a sensual, emotionally charged novel of love and loss in which a tender affair gives two daring storm chasers the strength to overcome shattered dreams and the courage to build a future together. Then we go from extreme weather to the world of extreme sports with Zoe Dawson’s pulse-pounding Mavrick Allstars series debut, the steamy Ramping Up. Bestselling author HelenKay Dimon makes her Loveswept debut with Mr. and Mr. Smith. Moving on from the suspenseful to the sensual is a novel of pleasure and persuasion revolving around a high-stakes business deal in which the rules of negotiation are defined by desire in Shawntelle Madison’s Bound to You. New York Times bestselling author Noelle Adams introduces a notorious tech mogul who makes a mild-mannered woman an offer she can’t refuse and gets in return a battle for control—and a million-dollar affair—in Fooling Around. The Hunt Club continues with Pamela Labud’s A Most Delicate Pursuit. New York Times bestselling author Erin McCarthy follows Nashville’s hottest country music duo as they fight for love in a city where dreams often cost a broken heart in Heart Breaker. And New York Times bestselling author Sawyer Bennett proves that vengeance is sweet—but seduction is to die for—in Sugar Daddy.

  Wait—there’s more! Gina Gordon’s White Lace series continues in book two with lots of sizzle and heat in Reason to Believe. A. M. Madden continues the True Heroes series—hot hero alert!—with Glass Ceilings. Two tortured souls share an unbreakable bond even as they break taboos, as Laura Marie Altom does it again with a fabulous stepbrother romance in Stepping Over the Line. Back in the sporting world, Stacked Up continues the Worth the Fight series from USA Today bestselling author Sidney Halston. And Interference continues the Pilot Hockey series from Sophia Henry, where a young single mom falls for a damaged coach pulling double-duty as a cop.

  It’s a great month for relationships, so follow us on Facebook and Twitter and let the romance begin!

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  Until next month ~ Happy Romance!

  Gina Wachtel

  Associate Publisher

  Read on for an excerpt from

  Always for You: Jack

  Sergeant Joe’s Boys

  by Alexis Morgan

  Available from Loveswept

  Prologue

  Twenty-one shots rang out, and three men in uniform snapped to attention. As the sound faded away on the breeze, a solitary bugler slowly lifted a brass horn to his lips. Within seconds, the haunting strains of taps brought tears to the eyes of more than a few of the people gathered around the new grave.

  A small woman sat front and center, her shaking hands clasped in her lap while soldiers carefully folded the flag that had draped her husband’s coffin. When they were done, they saluted and presented it to her, along with the heartfelt gratitude of the nation and its commander in chief. She clutched the symbol of her husband’s service to their country close to her heart, just as she had the man himself.

  As soon as the soldiers moved away, the sons of her heart relaxed their stance and ga
thered her into their arms. She was so proud of the men they’d become, each in his own way a reflection of her husband. They were Joe’s true legacy, the greatest source of pride in his life. He’d gifted each of them with a sense of purpose, a place to belong, a family.

  Now it would be her job to help them each find the one last thing he needed: someone to love him as she’d loved her Joe. If she could do that for her boys, then she would count her own life well lived.

  Chapter 1

  Two days had passed since the funeral when Jack McShane and his two brothers walked into the office of a local law firm. After they identified themselves, the receptionist led them into a conference room dominated by a heavy wooden table surrounded by ten chairs. “Gentlemen, please make yourselves comfortable. I’m sure Mr. Beaumont will be right in. While you’re waiting, can I offer you some coffee or bottled water?”

  Jack answered for all three of them as they took seats at the far end of the table. “Coffee. We all take it black.”

  Actually, he didn’t know how his siblings took their coffee these days, but he wasn’t in the mood to listen to a lot of discussion about flavored creamers and sugar versus sweeteners. If there was one thing he’d learned while serving in other parts of the world, it was that the people in the Pacific Northwest take their coffee a little too seriously.

  Since neither of the other two protested, either he’d gotten it right or they also weren’t in the mood to hassle over meaningless details. Within seconds of sitting down, Tino started shifting restlessly in his seat. Jack figured it was the situation and not the chair that was making the middle brother so uncomfortable.

  Predictably, it was Mikhail who gave voice to their concern. “I wish we knew why this lawyer guy wanted to meet with just us. I still think we should’ve insisted Mom come with us.”

  Jack didn’t bother to respond. They’d had this same conversation multiple times since the attorney had called to ask them to come in today. He had assured Jack that their mother was aware of the situation, and that they were free to discuss it with her if they felt the need. Hell, yeah, they’d felt the need. There was no way any of them would go behind Marlene’s back. To their surprise, she’d simply verified what the lawyer had told them and said it was best they go alone.

  The door opened a few seconds later and Mr. Beaumont entered with a stack of files tucked under his arm and carrying a small tray containing four cups and a coffee carafe. Jack wasn’t sure why he felt compelled to stand, but at least his brothers followed suit.

  “I appreciate your patience, gentlemen, and may I start off by expressing my condolences over Joe’s death. He was one hell of a man, and I was proud to call him my friend.”

  Once again, Jack took the lead. “Thank you, Mr. Beaumont. I know he thought highly of you as well.”

  One by one, they shook the attorney’s hand before retaking their seats. After passing around the coffee, Mr. Beaumont handed each of them a file folder. Jack noted that his was labeled with just his name. Interesting.

  “Inside those folders you’ll find a copy of your father’s trust, or at least the portion that applies to the three of you. We’ll go over the high points here in a minute. Regardless, I would recommend that you study it for yourselves, and Marlene has the complete document for the trust at the house as well. She has already indicated that you are welcome to read it in its entirety. I will be glad to answer any questions you might have, either now or after you’ve all had time to mull things over.”

  He paused to sip his coffee. “To begin with, you will find a sealed envelope in those file folders that contains a letter from Joe. While I am not privy to the actual contents, he did tell me he had a few things he wanted to tell each of you individually, stuff he thought you should know. He was afraid that something might happen that would prevent him from doing so at the right time. This was his way to ensure he got the job done.”

  Jack jerked upright in his chair. “Dad knew he was dying and didn’t tell us?”

  Because if Joe had known and hadn’t told them, that would piss off his sons big-time. But the attorney was already shaking his head. “No, he didn’t. His heart attack took everyone by surprise. I assure you that I’ve had these letters in hand for well over two years now. Joe gave them to me the last time he and Marlene came in to do a routine review of their trust to make sure everything was up to date.”

  Okay, then. Jack’s blood pressure returned to normal. He nodded to encourage the attorney to get on with it.

  “He said that the letters were not meant to be read immediately, but that each of you would eventually figure out when you most needed to hear what he had to say.”

  The lawyer smiled briefly. “You all knew Joe better than I did, but I’m guessing those envelopes contain the kind of advice a man wants to share with his sons when something major is going on in their lives. My recommendation would be to put your letters someplace safe, and when you most wish your old man was there to talk to, read what he wanted to tell you.”

  Evidently that was all he had to say on the subject, because he opened the folder in front of him and said, “If you’ll take out the excerpt from the trust, I’d like you to follow along with me.”

  When they all had the papers laid out in front of them, he continued talking. “Now, I’ll give you a brief summary of what your father wanted me to discuss with you at this meeting. As you know, after Joe retired from the Army, he took over his father’s construction company. All told, the company has been in existence for close to sixty years now. I’m sure you’ll all agree that’s an amazing accomplishment, especially considering the ups and downs of the construction business.”

  Where was the man going with this? He seemed to be waiting for some kind of response.

  Jack briefly made eye contact with his brothers before speaking. “There were definitely some tough times along the way, but Dad always managed to keep the company in the black and food on the table. He took great pride in that.”

  The attorney smiled. “He did, indeed. While I won’t go into detail, be assured that Marlene’s future is secure thanks to their hard work and careful investments. She should never have to worry about running out of money in her lifetime.”

  That was good to know. But even if Joe had left her penniless, her three sons would have stepped up to make sure she was provided for.

  “So, now we come to the real reason for this meeting. As you will see in the trust, it was Joe’s fervent hope that his family business would continue with the next generation. In short, he has left each of you an equal share in the company. The transfer of ownership will begin immediately. Again, Marlene was deeply involved in this decision, and it meets with her approval. While she is willing to assist in the transition, she has no desire to maintain an active role in the business once you three have had a chance to get situated.”

  After that little bombshell, whatever else the man had to say was little better than gibberish to Jack. He suspected it was the same for Tino and Mikhail. Why the hell wouldn’t Joe have asked them if any of them wanted the business before tying them up with all this legal mumbo jumbo? As far as Jack knew, both of his brothers planned to make careers of the military. Tino was part of the Army’s military police, and Mikhail was a recon Marine.

  Until recently, Jack had himself been in the Special Operations Forces. He’d left the service three months before because of an injury to his right knee that made a return to combat duty unlikely. Since then, he’d been working for a friend whose company provided security forces and bodyguards for companies with business interests in unstable parts of the world. These days, that was pretty much everywhere. The work was lucrative, but that wasn’t why Jack had taken the job. He needed the discipline that it provided because…He cut off that line of thought when he suddenly realized the meeting was breaking up.

  Shit, did I miss anything important? If so, hopefully Tino could fill in the blanks for him.

  “Again, I’m sorry about Joe, and please let me kno
w your decision about the business as soon as possible so we can process the necessary paperwork.”

  This time Jack let his brothers lead the way, each of them pausing long enough to shake the attorney’s hand one last time. As soon as they were outside, he headed straight for Joe’s old truck. “I don’t know about you two, but I could use a beer—or three.”

  Mikhail clapped him on the shoulder, “Big brother, I love the way you think.”

  —

  Twenty minutes later, the three of them were ensconced in their favorite booth at a small bar not far from the lawyer’s office. When the first round was sitting in front of them on the scarred table, Tino got the ball rolling. “So, how do we want to handle this?”

  Jack took a long, slow drink of beer, more to avoid responding than because he was thirsty. If he waited long enough, he could usually depend on Tino to answer his own questions. Jack liked that about his brother. That didn’t mean he always liked what the man said. His gut feeling said that this was going to be one of those times.

  “It’s clear that one of us has to step up and take over. You know, like, immediately.” Tino glanced at their youngest brother before continuing. “Mikhail and I both think it’s obvious who that should be.”

  Maybe to them. Jack didn’t see it that way, leastwise not if they were talking about him. To buy himself a little more time, he signaled the waitress to bring another round. The longer he held out, the better the chances that one of his brothers would jump in and volunteer instead.

  The continuing silence made it clear that wasn’t going to happen. Damn it all, they had him cornered and knew it. Thanks to his bum knee, he was the only one who didn’t have to report back for duty. Besides that, none of them would leave Marlene Lukash in the lurch, especially when she had just lost her husband of forty-plus years. He set his drink down on the table a little harder than was necessary.