All three OUT OF LINE books in one volume.
PLUS two bonus scenes AND the original ending to OUT OF TIME!
OUT OF LINE
I always follow orders. My job, my life, depends on it. I thought this
job would be easy, all the rules were made crystal clear, but when I met Carrie
Wallington, everything got muddy. She's a rule I know I shouldn't break, but
damn if I don't inch closer to the breaking point each time I see her. I'm
ready to step out of line. And even worse? I'm living a lie. They say the truth
will set you free, but in my case...
The truth will cost me everything.
OUT OF TIME
Being Carrie's bodyguard was one thing. Being her boyfriend is another.
Every day she's mine is a day the sun shines in my life. Yet our time together
is running out. Her father will never think a tattooed Marine will be good
enough, so I'll do whatever it takes to be worthy of her love. But the road
will take me away from the girl who makes me feel alive--the girl I can't live
Time only gets us so far...
OUT OF MIND
All I wanted was to be worthy of Carrie. One mission, just one, and I’d
be able to give her the future she deserved. Then everything went wrong,
leaving me tainted and broken. Carrie wants me to be who I was, but all that’s
left is what they made of me. I’m no good for her. No good for anyone like
this. I have to figure out how to move forward. Alone.
Sometimes love isn’t enough…
His good hand flexed on my thigh. “Careful. Your dad’s coming back any second now.”
“He knows about us. Why worry about a kiss?”
“He knows, but he doesn’t like it.” He leaned back against the couch. “And he definitely doesn’t want to see us kissing in his living room.” He closed his eyes and pressed his lips together tightly. When he opened his eyes, all signs of tension dissipated. “We won’t be here much longer, and then we can go back to normal. We’ll be back in California, and I’ll be back to annoying you twenty-four-seven.”
I smiled, knowing that was what he wanted from me. He loved to make me happy, after all. “I know. I can’t wait.”
“And, hey, at least I’m home for Christmas. We didn’t think I would be.” His mouth twisted, and he fingered my sun necklace. “We even celebrated early and everything.”
I thought back on the night Finn had created Christmas for me. We’d decorated a tree, shared a romantic dinner, and spent the night in each other’s arms. It had been the last time we made love, and the last time I’d seen him really smile.
“I know. It was lovely.” I kissed him one more time, keeping it short. “Maybe the actual Christmas will be even better. I’ll get to show you the present I got for you.”
He ran his free hand over his shaved head, touching the shiny, puckered wound. It started at the corner of his eye and then extended to the back of his skull. I knew he was self-conscious about it, but he shouldn’t have been. He was gorgeous as always. “I don’t think it will top our other one. I can’t even use my fucking arm, and we won’t be alone. There won’t be any hot holiday sex to finish off the night.”
“Oh, I think you could do plenty of damage with just the one arm,” I teased, running my hand over his chest. I placed my palm right over the spot where he’d gotten our tattoo. “And if not, well, you can still hold me. That’s all I need to be happy. Your arms around me, and us together.
Fighting the world as a team.”
“You and me against the world, right?” Meeting my eyes hesitantly, he looked down at where my hand rested. His were blazing with heat, desire, and love. He leaned in and rested his forehead against mine, taking a shaky breath. “I love you so fucking much, Carrie.”
My heart melted and I blinked back tears. This was the first time he was acting like my Finn, and it was breaking my heart. “I know. I love you, too.”
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” His fingers moved to the back of my head, cradling me and holding me closer. “I hope I don’t fuck it up.”
“You won’t.” I pulled back and smiled at him, trying to show him there was nothing—nothing—he could do to send me running. “We’ve been over this before. I’m not going anywhere.”
He drew in a ragged breath. “I didn’t deserve you when I was whole, and I definitely don’t deserve you now, looking like Frankenstein’s monster.”
“Finn.” I ran my hand over his head, scowling at him. “Don’t you ever say that again. You’re perfect. We’re perfect.” I lightly kissed the spot where his injury started. “And a few scrapes isn’t going to ruin that. You’re as hot as ever.”
He let out a small sound and caught my mouth with his. It was the first time he kissed me since he came home. Every other time, I’d been the one initiating it, and he’d been pushing me away. He always had a good reason for doing so, but it didn’t change the fact that it was true. He was pushing me away, and I couldn’t do anything to stop him.
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