Thank you so much for reading! It makes me really happy to know you are enjoying the Baxter Brothers' adventures.
I can't wait to share Laurence's story with you, it is my personal favorite. The third book will be out around the end of November, so stay tuned for Laurence and Eva's crazy adventures! Here's a little sneak peek as to what is coming.
Mateo Morales has been missing for two months. He disappeared with no sign left behind, now hints, and no clue as to where he went and why he disappeared. Eva Morales has been searching religiously for her brother. Being a lone wolf, her family is extremely close and they will do anything they can for each other. When all her clues lead to Laurence Baxter, she can't help but follow the breadcrumbs, but what she discovers might be more than what she bargained for.
Laurence Baxter is wild, untamed, and spontaneous. He lives the life he wants and does what he w
Landon lowered himself towards the ground and inched closer to the voices floating through the dark. His footsteps were undetectable and subtle as Landon inched through the warehouse, his tennis shoes light against the concrete. He made sure to weave between the metal shipping containers carefully as to not make any noise. He needed evidence and if he got caught, he would lose his chance. Landon’s steps slowed as he came closer to the voices. He slowly ducked behind a large metal container and reached for his phone. Landon quickly turned down the brightness of the screen and pressed the recording button. The red button flashed and started counting to signal it was documenting sound.Landon held his breath and stalked towards the light. The voices picked up their volume as he crept closer to the lit room. The small crack in the door shed a sliver of light along the ground. Landon stopped his approach just before the crack and focused on keepi
“You did what!?” Landon cringed from Levi’s angry voice. He didn’t bother calling his brothers last night after he got home from his disappointing and confusion encounter. Instead, he tended to his wounded side and rested so his body could properly heal. When he woke up with no more pain, Landon rushed to the store and snatched a new phone. He immediately plugged in his brother’s phone numbers, once again feeling foolish for losing his phone.
Brooklyn glanced down at her phone again from inside the laundromat. She was hoping her car would last her a little longer, at least until she had to marry Vincent. Now that didn’t seem like a possibility with the
Hunter reached under her dashboard and she heard a soft ‘pop’ before he rounded the front of her car. He pulled up the hood of the car and rested the heavy piece of metal on a small pole he pulled from under the hood. He then went to his car and did the same.Brooklyn couldn’t tear her eyes from him. She still couldn’t believe he was here.
Landon knew Vincent was giving him directions, but he had a hard time focusing on what he was saying. He had a perfect view of Brooklyn from where he was. She was sitting down in her office, a large window giving him a perfect view of her curvy body. Her light blonde hair was now thrown up in a bun. She had changed her clothes to look more professional and a pair of reading glasses were perched on her perfectly straight nose. Her fingers flew over the keys of the computer and her brow furrowed in concentration as her mind remained focused on the screen in fr
“Brooklyn!” Vincent yanked the office door open as Brooklyn swung her purse over her shoulder. Not for the first time, she was working much later than usual, but because of her late start, she had been behind all morning. Not to mention the delicious distraction that hadn’t left her mind since that morning.
Luckily, Brooklyn knew where she was because she’s driven this way for years. She knew that there was a bed and breakfast down the street that she might be able to squeeze into tonight. It would take even more money, but luckily Brooklyn was hyper-focused on budgeting, so she knew she could afford one night of trouble followed by the tow in the morning. Despite having lived in southern Seattle for years, the mud and constant rain was something she still wasn’t used to.
“Here’s some clean clothes for when you are done. I don’t know how long I’m going to be, so if you are hungry and I’m not back, help yourself to anything you can find.” Brooklyn nodded as she grabbed the folded clothes from Hunter’s hands. The white shirt and blue sweats smelled like him, just like the small space. “Thank you again, Hunter. I promise I won’t get in your way.”