The Braddock Boys: Brent

The Braddock Boys: Brent
Kimberly Raye

Brent Braddock’s the ultimate charmer with his cocky wink and slow molten grin! But then he meets Chief Petty Officer Abigail Trent. She goes strictly by the book and is always the toughest one in the room. But she’s definitely all woman!Can a woman who champions all things good and a bad-boy… vampire make it work?

The Braddock

Boys: Brent

Kimberly Raye

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

This book is dedicated to my mother.

Sometimes when life doesn’t turn out as planned,

the only thing we can do is hang on for the ride.

I know it’s been bumpy, but keep

hanging on for me,

I love you!

Table of Contents

Cover (#ued01c318-eafb-5fb3-b66c-c5e25f3707ec)

Title Page (#u1e7f74db-1acb-5246-b782-bd251474cd9e)

Dedication (#u17739e10-163f-5c81-a830-3c1c1c3b947b)

Chapter One (#u58551cf2-a793-5e8c-8c5f-968995d890e1)

Chapter Two (#udd7e27cb-0ac6-56a1-ab07-603f7cf6f517)

Chapter Three (#u40933054-a732-589a-a13c-1e4392445208)

Chapter Four (#u4dcc1fbc-62f0-5094-83a0-7932a2e015fa)

Chapter Five (#u744592e5-af36-57e8-8692-0f0fc67b5f1a)

Chapter Six (#u7104c83e-e7a6-5c00-b9a5-5cc9c7699d7d)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

1

BRENT BRADDOCK HAD NEVER been the type of man to beat around the bush when it came to something he wanted. He was straightforward. Determined. Persistent.

One hundred and fifty years as a vampire who fed off both blood and sex hadn’t changed him much.

While the average bloodsucker tried to curb the lust with a little roll in the hay, Brent preferred going straight for the jugular, no pun intended.

Not that he didn’t like sex.

He loved it, and he sure as shootin’ fired off a round whenever possible. Once upon a time, he’d been one of the fastest guns in the Confederacy and the most precise. Now he called himself a bodyguard and offered his skills to the highest bidder, which meant he spent a great deal of time in the big cities.

New York. Chicago. L.A. Prime hunting ground when it came to getting down and dirty. He could fall into bed with the prettiest filly around and never run the risk of seeing her again.

But this was small town central.

If he bedded a woman tonight, he was sure to bump into her again and again before he said goodbye to this map dot. While she might not remember him thanks to his vamp mojo, he would remember her. Worse, she would become more than a face. And that he didn’t like.

He didn’t want to know that she’d been voted Most Popular back in high school or that her dad owned the local feed store or that she went to the VFW Hall every Thursday night for spaghetti dinner. He didn’t want to know her, period.

Knowing made it harder to turn his back and walk away.