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Finding his Way Home to her Heart: Jackson Protectors, #1
Finding his Way Home to her Heart: Jackson Protectors, #1
Finding his Way Home to her Heart: Jackson Protectors, #1
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Finding his Way Home to her Heart: Jackson Protectors, #1

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You can never truly go home again—but you can find love where you least expect it.

 

Alex Hart was forced to walk away from his life as a Marine hero far sooner than he wanted. He returns home, wounded and bitter, to take his place as the manager of the family's bar. Except he has competition for the job—from someone he's never met.

 

Samantha Martin is on the run from her past and Jackson, Wyoming is the perfect hideout. Alex's return threatens the fragile safety net she'd built for herself.

Alex and Sam are both running from their past and want the freedom of managing the business. They stand to lose everything if they don't. Despite their animosity towards each other, they can't fight the building attraction. Allowing their guard down, even for one night, is too big a risk—they could lose their livelihood and their hearts.

 

Finding his Way Home to her Heart is a guaranteed happily ever after. Alex and Sam both experience PTSD and find their happiness while dealing with their emotional history.

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Release dateApr 25, 2023
ISBN9798215107867
Finding his Way Home to her Heart: Jackson Protectors, #1
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Heather Scarlett

Heather Scarlett lives in Southern California, though her heart is in Montana where she lived for six wonderful years. She loves big sky, wide open spaces, and cowboys. Heather writes small town romance that feels like home and is equal parts sweet and emotionally satisfying. Her heroines are strong and sassy and her heroes are rugged and capable. Heather's stories are family focused and relationship driven.

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    Finding his Way Home to her Heart - Heather Scarlett

    CHAPTER 1

    Alexander Hart was having a bad year. So it stood to reason that his much-anticipated return home to Jackson, Wyoming, would not go as planned. Now a marine veteran, he’d spent the past three months recovering from a serious shoulder injury. And the loss of his best friend in a battle that nearly killed Alex himself.

    Now he was ready to return home from his time in Afganistan. Physically, at least. He’d never be emotionally ready for anything again. He had the rest of his life stretched out ahead of him. No rush to get anywhere when he was going nowhere. His only plans included returning to his childhood home to work at the bar he’d once thought of as his legacy. After all, it was named for him—Alex’s Place—and was currently being run by someone named Sam, according to his mother.

    His father had died last year, but Alex hadn’t been able to return for the services. He was deep in a classified location on a critical mission. He hadn’t even gotten word of the death until two weeks later. That was the military way. He’d signed up for it and loved every second of it. Until that fateful day that ripped everything he held dear away.

    Alex stopped outside the bar and took a deep breath. Memories flooded him as he took in the faded sign and peeling paint. This was why he avoided coming home. Long periods of time away only emphasized the age of everything around him.

    He pushed open the door and gave his eyes a moment to adjust to the dim light. The bar looked the same as he remembered. Jukebox in the corner. Dartboard and pool table in the small back room. Chairs and tables with scuffed wood that had seen more than their share of wear and tear.

    It was time to meet this mysterious Sam his mother gushed about. Sam was a rock. Sam ran the bar with the same passion as Alex’s father. Sam was turning a profit.

    As far as Alex was concerned, Sam could go to hell.

    Hello, he called out to the empty bar.

    Alex walked towards the doorway that led to a small combined office and storage room. The door was ajar and Alex could see a pair of long legs encased in denim, stretching from the perch on a stool to reach a bottle on the top shelf.

    Dammit, a female voice said. Alex opened the door wider and sucked in a breath as he was met with the view of a round ass that would fit his hands perfectly. His eyes ran up the length of the woman, taking in her tight black tank top and long red hair. This was an unexpected development. As he watched, her foot slipped and she started to tumble.

    Alex lunged for her, catching her around her waist to prevent a fall. The momentum of the movement pulled her against him and he staggered until his back hit the opposite wall. He braced himself, with the redhead plastered to him, her face inches from his.

    Her eyes were wide with fear, which quickly turned to heat as she took in her rescuer. Alex knew he should let her go, but couldn’t bring himself to do the gentlemanly thing.

    Samantha had no idea what hit her. One moment, she was reaching for the top shelf, admittedly a bit more than she should. The next, she was encased in arms of steel, plastered against the most muscular chest she’d ever felt.

    Heat flashed through her. If she wasn’t at work, determined to stay on the straight and narrow, she’d have given into the urge to flirt with the handsome stranger. She couldn’t afford flirtation, though, when her next meal depended on keeping this job.

    They hung suspended for a breathless moment. The handsome stranger holding her against his hard frame, while she stared into his denim-blue eyes.

    Who was this man?

    Wordlessly, he relaxed his grip until she slid down his length. She felt every hard muscle as she was slowly lowered to her feet. He made no effort to keep any distance between them. She felt the softness of his tee shirt against her skin, then the roughness of his jeans. Ending with telltale hardness before her feet touched the ground and she was free to step away.

    Except she didn’t. Not right away. She luxuriated in one more moment of his heat and hardness before putting a respectable distance between them.

    How she hated to be respectable. The old Sam would have batted her eyelashes and stayed right where she was, inches from his firm mouth. She may have teased until he claimed her mouth with his own.

    The reformed Sam simply took a step back, willed her pulse to slow, and regarded the man in front of her. She’d never seen him around before, so she assumed he was a tourist who ventured off the tried and true boardwalk of Main Street.

    He was medium height, with dark brown hair and eyes. He was built like a redwood, all bulky muscle and swagger. His eyes fixed her in place as they roamed over her with clear hunger. She should be intimidated by this stranger, but she wasn’t. Her eyes were traveling him just as intensely.

    It’s been too long since I’ve been with a man. Maybe I should take advantage of this opportunity. God knows sexy as hell men don’t just wander into my life everyday.

    Sam shook her head in an attempt to shake these crazy thoughts loose. She didn’t even know his name. Not that it had stopped her in the past. This was different. Jackson was her fresh start. Giving in to this obvious chemistry between them was too much to risk, even for the most gorgeous man she’d ever met.

    He advanced a step, slowly, as if gauging her reaction. She licked her lips involuntarily and cursed her unconscious invitation. This man looked like he’d take that invitation and more.

    Another step. Another assessing look. His eyebrow raised in silent question. Would she stop his advance? She ought to, but she wouldn’t. She could feel the body heat coming off him and was desperate to have that hard body against hers again.

    He stopped in front of her, close enough she felt his breath on her and smelt his masculine scent. He reached a hand out to cup her cheek and she leaned into the contact. Warmth flooded her at the small touch.

    His eyes flared at the gesture, as his thumb rubbed gentle

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