A Pinky Swear between friends brings Andrea her best friend's baby and all the danger that comes with him. Can Andie keep the child safe from the man that brutally murdered his mother?
"Trouble as deep and as wide as a canyon," is exactly what Tanner sees in the woman that captures his attention at the airport. When all the trouble he sensed, follows him home, something tells him that nothing, including his heart, will ever be the same again.
What they are saying about — Pinky Swear!
The Romance Studio Reviewer Lynn Bushey
“…This is a wonderful story. The sweet nature of Tina’s baby turns Andrea almost instantly into a wonderful mother. The infant immediately brings out Tanner’s paternal instincts. Neither Tanner nor Andrea wants to become involved romantically, but their physical attraction, and the needs of an adorable child, make their union inevitable… This is a truly enjoyable story.
Rating Pinky Swear - Five Hearts
The Book Reporter.com the reviewer Linda Bass says At “Andrea Michaels swore to keep her best friend's infant safe from his drug-dealing father before he killed her…” Gives Pinky Swear 4 Stars!
EXCERPT
PINKY SWEAR
BY
JEWEL ADAMS
or the past half-hour, Tanner sat watching the play of emotions crossing the girl’s face. That she wasn’t aware of his scrutiny didn’t startle him. “Trouble as deep and as wide as a canyon.”
Yeah, that’s what he saw in her. Common sense said to stay away, and yet Tanner seemed to be having a hell of a time listening to the warnings.
She wasn't exactly a raving beauty. Tanner figured most men would walk past without really noticing her. He liked women that could mount a horse without a stool. She might reach his shoulder…on tiptoe. And her nose, like a young girl’s, small, or maybe it was just that those honey brown eyes were surrounded by brightest coppery lashes that matched her long hair. He owned a mare at his ranch with that color coat, all shiny and sleek. So thick, he wondered what it would feel like falling through his fingers.
Shifting uneasily in his seat, his booted feet crossed over each other as he stretched out his long legs. He tried to pull his intent gaze away from her, but found he didn’t really put much strain on himself to succeed.
His eyes followed the line of soft facial features. She looked like the type to let trapped flies out the screen door. Nicely proportioned, rather thin and too pale, probably worked inside and never went out in the sun. “Burns easily, I’d stake Jedadiah on it.”
Thinking of his stallion, he didn’t think she’d ever been on a horse; city bred was written all over her. “Definitely not your type, Tanner, besides she’s too young.”
He figured she couldn’t be much over twenty-four. At thirty-nine, Tanner made it a rule not to get involved with the young ones. They still carried stars in their eyes. The happily ever after kind and Tanner walked well passed that stage in his life.
But, when the baby started crying, Tanner found he couldn’t look away. He’d never seen a mother so skittish with a baby. Damn, what was it about her?...
