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His Thrust: A Dark Small Town Romance (Pine Grove Book 3)

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

B.B. Hamel

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B07QD2SGZQ
Book Information:

It’s my job to keep her safe.
But I want something in return.
Protect and serve?
I’ll protect her, all right.
But she’ll serve me first.

I’m the Chief and Police and I get what I want. At least until I find Emma knee-deep in trouble.

Those gorgeous eyes, perfect hair, pouty lips. She makes a growl slip from my throat and I can’t help but take her back to my house and offer her whatever she needs.

There’s a catch, of course. I’ll keep her safe, but she better repay me over, and over, and over again.

My hands on her hips, pulling her close against my body, I’ll whisper in her ear.

You want safety? I want your body.

It’s a deal with the devil and she knows it. But I know she’s going to make it with a smile.

It’s my job to protect her. But I never said I’m a good man.

Control and Passion. That’s what I want from her.

She’s my new angel, and my angels get whatever they want and much more.

His Thrust is an ultra hot and over the top dark romance featuring an older man and a younger woman. It has super steamy scenes and some bad language. It’s only recommended for readers 18+. If you love spanking, dirty dominant men, and a gorgeous a–hole that gets what he wants, this book is for you!!

His Thrust is a safe standalone novella with no cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed HEA. Enjoy!!

Note: All my books are standalones and can be read in any order.

Books in Series:

Pine Grove Series by B.B. Hamel

Books by Author:

B.B. Hamel Books

1

Emma

The guy behind the wheel lights a cigarette and blows his smoke out the window. “Pine Grove, huh?” he grunts at me.

I shrug a little bit, watching the woods flash by in the dark. I catch glimpses of the forest all over the place, hemming in the road like barriers on either side, ghostly in the headlights.

“You know anyone in town?” he asks.

I shake my head. “Nope.”

He’s quiet for a second. I glance in his direction and quickly look away. He’s older than me, probably in his thirties, and getting a little heavy as he ages. His eyes are squinty and dark and his flannel shirt has a stain on the right elbow, like he leans on something all day long. He looks like a football player getting old, a big guy shoved into a little seat, and he makes me uncomfortable.

But I needed the ride. He was the only person that stopped to pick me up. I’ve been walking along the road for almost an entire day, and I was about ready to give up and sleep in the damn woods again when he pulled over and offered me a lift.

“Why Pine Grove?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” I admit. “I saw it on a map and thought…”

“That it’d be a good place to disappear?”

I smile at him. “Yeah. I guess so.”

He sighs and doesn’t look at me. “Listen, you’re not the first one, you know? Pine Grove’s right smack dab in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere, so everyone thinks it’s perfect. But it’s far from perfect.”

A strange chill runs down my spine. “Yeah? Why’s that?”

He glances at me. “You’ll see, I guess.”

I frown and look away from him. I’ve been getting a weird vibe from him ever since he picked me up, but I can’t refuse a ride. If I can get into town, at least I might have a chance of finding something to eat or maybe even a bench to sleep on.

My stomach rumbles again and I know I need to get something in me soon. I haven’t eaten in over a day now, actually closer to two days. My head feels light and I know I’m running low on strength, but I’m desperate.

I’m not turning back. I’d rather starve to death than turn back.

We drive in silence for another half hour. I watch the trees slowly thin out until we turn into town, and he heads down the main, deserted street into Pine Grove.

“Here it is,” he finally says. “Got a destination in mind?”

I shake my head. “Not really.”

He grunts and pulls the car over. We’re in the middle of a commercial area, lots of shops and stuff, but no people around, no cars.

“Here’s as good a place as any. You got any money or a place to stay?”

I shrug. “I’ll be fine.”

He stares at me, and his gaze is hard. “Come here. I’ll give you some money if you’re nice to me.”

I grab the handle of the door and fling it open before he can hit the lock button on his side. He curses and fumbles for me as I jump out of the car.

“Bitch,” he grunts at me.

I throw my bag over my shoulder and flip him off as I walk as fast as I can away from his car.

For a second, I think he might follow. Instead, I hear his tires peel off down the road, and the car disappears into the night.

I turn a corner and sigh. I lean up against a wall, heart hammering in my chest.

That’s not the first time I’ve felt unsafe while hitchhiking across the country, but that’s the first time someone actually tried anything. Fucking hell, I knew that guy was weird, but…

I sigh and grab the strap of my backpack. I have some clothes in there, nothing clean at this point, my wallet with my ID and nothing else, and that’s pretty much it. I sold anything of value a while back and now I’m basically just praying for something to work out.

I don’t know what I’m doing here. I have no plan, no hope, no money, nothing. I’m homeless, a freaking runaway. I don’t know a thing about the world. I’m absolutely pathetic.

My stomach rumbles. Well, I may be pathetic, but I’m also freaking starving.

I stumble along the street, heading in a random direction. Ahead, there’s a crosswalk, and a convenience store is standing alone in a parking lot surrounded by tall hedges. I cross toward it and hesitate just a second before sneaking around toward the back.

I’m not really thinking about it. I’m just moving. I’m so hungry, I don’t care at this point if I’m breaking the law. I need food, and there’s nothing else around, nothing open, no people to help, nothing. Just this crappy convenience store.

At least it’s full of food, even if it’s all junk.


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