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Breaking Brodix
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Breaking Brodix
By: Anne Rainey
Type: eBook
Genre: Contemporary, Red Hots!!!
Artist: Angela Waters
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Publication Date: 07-31-2012
Length: Novella
ISBN: 978-1-61921-186-5
Series: Blackwater

She wants to get all up in his business? She’ll have to get real personal.

Blackwater, Book 3

Brodix Jennings has a head for business, but his skills are put to the test when his brothers call on him to bring the family restaurant back into the black. With the grand reopening only days away, it’ll damn near take a miracle to keep the doors from closing for good.

Reporter Sarah Greer knows exactly what Brodix needs—free publicity on the front page of the town’s only newspaper. All she wants in exchange is the Jennings brothers’ rags-to-riches story. Except none of them are talking. And Brodix, who cuts a blazing path through her body with just a smile, is the most tight-lipped of the lot.

Brodix wouldn’t think twice about seducing prissy, buttoned-up Sarah into his bed, if her lousy profession didn’t leave him cold to the bone. A second look at the bar’s books, though, makes him think twice about saying no. But if he’s going to open the floodgates, it’ll be on his terms.

When Brodix asks her out, Sarah agrees, confident she can keep personal at arm’s length from professional. Until physical attraction melts their emotional barriers…and Sarah gets way more than she bargained for.
Product Warnings
Expect an annoying ex-husband, a slightly pushy reporter, a fiercely protective hero, and some meddling family members. Of course there’s also a whole lot of naughty sex, and in numerous positions too. Possible overheating of various electronic devices could occur.
Copyright © 2012 Anne Rainey
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication

Brodix ran the numbers again, even though he knew it was useless. The renovations on the Blackwater Bar and Grill were finished, and right on schedule too. It was Saturday, and the grand opening was scheduled for Friday. Six days away. Brodix groaned. “It had better be a frigging record-breaking night,” he mumbled to himself. They needed the cash flow in a bad way. He’d crunched the numbers, done what he could to keep things on budget, but the bills were piling up. He sat back in his chair and pushed a hand through his hair. What were they going to do if the restaurant failed after all the money and time they’d put into rebuilding it?

He looked around at the work they’d done. The old diner was gone. His chest tightened at the thought even as pride shot through him at all the work they’d done. The bar top Vance had designed had a beautiful, dark wood finish, and the smooth swirl design down the sides of the bar was a work of art. The old, plain white walls had been replaced with more rustic, weathered barn siding. He and his brothers had even added on to allow room for a dance floor. They’d decided on live music for the busier weekend crowd, and it had become Reilly’s job to find the right band for the job. They wanted someone with a Southern rock sound, but as of yet, Reilly hadn’t settled on anyone. They’d taken out the ugly, harsh lights and installed recessed lighting, which created a cozier atmosphere.

The changes were all going to be good for business, and although the place no longer resembled the little diner it’d once been, Brodix could still picture his father, Chet Jennings, standing behind the counter with his apron tied around his waist and laughing with the customers, even as he worked himself to the bone to keep the place running. Letting the restaurant go now would be more than any of them could bear. It had to do well. There was no other choice. It was a part of their family, their father’s legacy. None of them would let that go without fighting tooth and nail.

A high-pitched yelp tore Brodix out of his maudlin thoughts. He looked out the front window, but no one was there. Still, he could’ve sworn he’d heard a woman.

Reilly came striding out of the kitchen. White paint from the finishing touches he’d been putting on the trim in the kitchen splattered the black T-shirt and sweats he wore. Christ, he was a mess. His shaggy black hair needed a decent trim too, Brodix realized. Now that he was looking, Brodix noticed his little brother had somehow gained a few more muscles. When had that happened?

“Did you hear that?” Reilly said. “Sounded like a woman.”

Brodix nodded and stood. “Yeah. Were you expecting anyone this early?” The depressing numbers he’d been working on all morning were forgotten as they both went to the front door.


Brodix flipped the lock and stepped outside into the cool springtime sun. He heard a string of curses and glanced down to see a woman sprawled out on the ground. A sexy, curvy woman. His blood heated instantly.

Brodix wanted to sink his fingers into the blonde curls flowing around her shoulders. Their gazes met, and for a moment, Brodix got caught in the pretty blue depths of the woman’s almond-shaped eyes. But something wasn’t right. The eyes, the hair, they were all too familiar, and not in a good way. She all but growled his name, and that was when it hit him. She was none other than Sarah Greer, a reporter for the local newspaper. And the one woman he’d been dodging for the last two weeks.

She squinted up at him. “Do you think one of you could possibly help me up, or is that simply too much to ask?”

Brodix forced himself to stop eyeballing her. “Are you all right?” He crouched in front of her to get a better look at the ankle she held in the palm of one hand as if she’d twisted it. “Does it hurt?”

She rolled her eyes. “Only my pride managed to get bruised, I assure you.”

Brodix knew he shouldn’t look past her face, but he didn’t seem to have any control over his own body at the moment. When his gaze traveled her length, his heart sped up. She had curves, but they weren’t overblown and in your face. They were subtle. As if a man had to get up close and personal before he could truly appreciate them.

Not a bad idea.

The fact that her black skirt had gotten pushed up around her thighs, showing a tantalizing glimpse of smooth, sexy skin, hadn’t escaped his notice either. They were quite possibly the longest, prettiest legs he’d ever seen. When he took in the angry expression pinching her brows together, his lips twitched. Oh yeah, she was good and pissed.

He started to help her to her feet, but his brother was quicker. Sarah’s face softened as she placed her hand in his palm. He grinned down at her. “Reilly Jennings. And you are?”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Reilly. I’m Sarah Greer.” The sweet smile spreading across her face turned her into a gentle beauty right before their eyes. She had the look of an innocent. A delicate flower in need of a man to keep her safe and secure. What a crock. Sarah was as ruthless as they came. Oh, Brodix didn’t know her personally, but he’d seen her type a hundred times over. Had even dated a few, much to his dismay.

Sarah had a reputation for being ruthless when it came to getting a story. Brodix remembered the article she’d written last summer about Blackwater’s mayor, Michael Coburn. She’d gotten her facts wrong when she’d accused the man of taking contributions from a controversial source. As a result of Sarah’s erroneous information, Coburn’s reputation had nearly been ruined. Hell, Brodix was surprised she was still a reporter after that fiasco.

Brodix stood and glared at Reilly, willing him to back off, but Reilly suddenly only had eyes for Sarah. That would change, he knew, as soon as Reilly found out why Sarah had shown up at the Blackwater Bar and Grill unannounced. What had she thought? That she could get around him with her baby blues and cute smile? It’d take a hell of a lot more than that. Brodix hid a grin and crossed his arms over his chest. He looked over at Sarah and waited while she brushed fresh grass clippings off her white blouse. When her gaze met his, the frown came right back.

Sarah released Reilly, and Brodix relaxed a fraction. For some ridiculous reason, he didn’t much care for the smile Reilly was giving Sarah, as if he was a step away from asking her to dinner. Sarah looked down at the ground and lifted her right foot in the air, twisted it this way and that, then sighed and stood on both feet once again. “I’ve been attempting to get in touch with you, Mr. Jennings,” she said as she pinned him with a hard glare. “You’ve been avoiding me.” Her voice was as stern as a schoolteacher scolding a naughty child. “I’ve left several voice-mail messages on your cell phone and at your office. You haven’t returned a single one of them.”

Brodix grinned. “That should have clued you in right there, but yet here you are.”

She let out a sigh. “Look, I don’t see why you won’t consider my proposal. Your backgrounds would make a fabulous human-interest piece, and the exposure would be good for business. From what I’ve learned about the Blackwater Restaurant, Mr. Jennings, you could use all the help you can get with the grand opening.”

Reilly cleared his throat, and they both looked over at him. “Exposure? Someone care to catch me up here?”

Brodix quirked a brow and pointed to Sarah. “I can see how you might not recognize our little reporter here, considering the stains on her blouse and the blades of grass in her hair.”

Reilly frowned. “Reporter?”

Sarah clearly wasn’t daunted by the change in Reilly. He’d gone from flirtatious to cautious in a heartbeat. Sarah merely turned on the charm like a pro. Brodix tried not to let the sexiness of it affect him, but his dick was already standing at attention. Damn it all to hell.

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by Elizabeth Date Added: Friday 24 August, 2012
Nice story, but would not classify it in the Red Hots! secti... View Full Review

Rating: 4 of 5 Stars! [4 of 5 Stars!]
by lauren Date Added: Wednesday 08 August, 2012

Rating: 4 of 5 Stars! [4 of 5 Stars!]
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