Burn in Hail Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Hail Raisers #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Hail Raisers Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
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“Uhhh,” I said as I cranked down the window slightly. “Yes?”

“You’re pulled over on my property,” he said. “Can I help you?”

I shook my head. “I’m lost. Trying to get myself situated,” I said, pointing at my GPS.

It wasn’t even on, dammit.

“Where are you wanting to go?”

I studied the slightly tall man. And I say the term ‘man’ loosely. He was a man, yes, but he was also very young. So young, in fact, that I wasn’t quite sure why he was out here this close to dark this close to the street where hookers and drug dealers were openly doing shady stuff on the street.

“I’m going to go home,” I said, touching the button on my GPS that would turn it on. “Just trying to get the darned thing to turn on. It’s finicky sometimes.”

He grunted.

“Names Colman.”

I smiled at Colman and hoped it conveyed my words that I was about to say. “Well, it was nice meeting you, and thank you for the offer of help.”

I started to roll up my window, but he put his hand on the top to keep it from rolling the rest of the way up.

“You haven’t seen a man, have you?

I shook my head, my heart suddenly pounding.

Colman shifted and his shirt rode up, allowing me to see the gun that was on his hip.

That was when my heart started to race double time.

Why would he have a gun? That was illegal for a kid his age—and he really was a kid. His beard wasn’t even all the way grown in yet. He still had patches on his cheeks that he was obviously trying to fill in, as well as two larger circles underneath his jaw.

He, in all honestly, looked ridiculous.

Like a mini wanna-be gangster.

“No,” I shook my head, hoping that my smile came off as apologetic. “Thank you.”

I rolled the window up the rest of the way, put the car into park, and hoped that the man would walk away.

But he didn’t.

No, the bastard went to his motorcycle that had somehow appeared at the end of the driveway without me noticing, and then followed me out.

The moment I got to the main road, he turned around.

The minute he was out of sight, I pulled over in the gas station and wondered what in the hell I was supposed to do now.

Should I call Reed or Baylor like he’d asked?

Shit, shit, shit.

I pulled out my phone, bit my lip, and started to sift through my contacts in search of Reed’s name.

The moment I got to it, a hard knock sounded at my window, causing me to scream.

The scream abruptly cut off the moment that I realized that the man wasn’t Colman, but Tate.

“Tate!” I cried out, unlocking the doors.

He opened the back door, and that was when I saw the ball of fur bundled in his jacket in his arms.

He placed the ball of fur on the seat and closed the door, then opened the passenger side door before folding himself inside.

“You scared the shit out of me,” I accused him.

He grinned.

Tate was sweaty; his gray shirt that he’d been wearing underneath the light jacket was soaked through, and he was breathing slightly heavier than he normally did.

“Did you run all the way here?” I questioned.

He nodded in agreement. “Yeah.”

“Why?”

The look he gave me was one that clearly relayed his thoughts to my question.

I laughed nervously.

“I seriously thought I was going to have to make some dramatic rescue…maybe offer my body in exchange for yours,” I teased.

His eyes went wired. “You would not ever offer that up in exchange for anything that had to do with me, you understand?”

I cleared my suddenly dry throat.

“How’d you get out of there without being seen?”

He looked offended that I’d even ask.

I tried to think of something else to say.

“Where did you learn all that sneaky shit?” I whispered fiercely. “And how the hell did you get out of those woods two miles down the road?”

Okay, so maybe I couldn’t get off the subject. So sue me.

I’d been freaking out. If Colman hadn’t been following me, I would’ve stayed right where I was, waiting for him to get back.

“The military, honey,” he answered, looking back at the dog that’d just laid limply on the back seat. “Learned a lot of shit there. How to fall asleep at the drop of a hat, and the ability to sleep anywhere. How to shoot the nose off of a terrorist at a hundred yards with my pistol…”

I winced, but latched onto the sleeping thing out of desperation.

I did not want to talk about him killing terrorists, and I did not want to think about the way I was feeling knowing that he was okay, safe and sound, in the seat beside me.

“I’ve always wanted to learn how to fall asleep fast like they do in the military.” I tried to make conversation. “How did you learn how to do that?”



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