Lori Foster
Authors: Getting Rowdy
An alpha hero’s attraction to the one woman he can’t have could draw him into a killer’s snare in the sizzling new novel from
New York Times
bestselling author Lori Foster
Charismatic bar owner Rowdy Yates isn’t the kind of man women say no to. So when he approaches waitress Avery Mullins, he fully expects to get her number. However, the elusive beauty has her reasons for keeping her distance—including a past that might come back to haunt them both.
Avery spends her nights working for tips...and trying to forget the secret Rowdy is determined to unearth. But when history threatens to repeat itself, Avery grows to rely on Rowdy’s protective presence. As the sparks between them ignite, she will be forced to choose between the security she’s finally found…and the passion she’s always wanted.
Praise for
New York Times
bestselling author Lori Foster
“Foster hits every note (or power chord) of the true alpha male
hero…a compelling read from start to finish.”
—
Publishers
Weekly
on
Bare
It All
“A sexy, believable roller coaster of action and romance.”
—
Kirkus Reviews
on
Run the Risk
“Bestseller Foster…has an amazing ability to capture a man’s
emotions and lust with sizzling sex scenes and meld it with a strong woman’s
point of view.”
—
Publishers Weekly
on
A Perfect Storm
“Foster rounds out her searing trilogy with a story that tilts
toward the sizzling and sexy side of the genre.”
—
RT Book Reviews
on
Savor the
Danger
“The fast-paced thriller keeps these well-developed characters
moving.… Foster’s series will continue to garner fans with this exciting
installment.”
—
Publishers Weekly
on
Trace of Fever
“Steamy, edgy and taut.”
—
Library Journal
on
When You Dare
“Intense, edgy and hot. Lori Foster delivers everything you’re
looking for in a romance.”
—
New York Times
bestselling
author Jayne Ann Krentz on
Hard to
Handle
“Lori Foster delivers the goods.”
—
Publishers Weekly
Dear Reader,
I am so pleased to bring you
Getting Rowdy,
Rowdy Yates’s story! From the moment he showed up on the page in
Run the Risk,
the first book in my Love Undercover series, he’s been one of my all-time favorite characters. Rowdy is loyal through and through, tougher than nails, dangerous, dark and edgy—but still sexy and sweet with a lot of mystery surrounding him.
I loved how he protected his sister at all costs in
Run the Risk.
I equally loved how he befriended Alice, the troubled heroine of
Bare It All.
But mostly, I loved how Avery, the tough-talking waitress at the bar Rowdy now owns, drew him beyond mere sexual attraction—even when he tried to resist.
There’s something to be said for “broken wing” alphas.
Please let me know what you think of Rowdy and Avery. I sincerely hope you end up loving their story as much as I do!
All my best,
GETTING ROWDY
Also available from LORI FOSTER and
Harlequin HQN
Love Undercover
Bare It All
Run the Risk
Men Who Walk the Edge of
Honor
“What Chris Wants” (ebook
novella)
A Perfect Storm
Savor the Danger
Trace of Fever
When You
Dare
“Ready, Set, Jett”
in
The Guy Next
Door
anthology
Other must-reads
“Buckhorn Ever After”
in the
Animal Attraction
ebook anthology
Love Bites
All Riled
Up
The Buckhorn Legacy
Forever Buckhorn
Buckhorn
Beginnings
Bewitched
Unbelievable
Tempted
Bodyguard
Caught!
Heartbreakers
Fallen
Angels
Enticing
Coming soon, three classic tales in one sizzling
volume
Hot in Here
And don’t miss an all-new novella from Lori Foster
in
Turn Up the Heat
also coming
soon
When writing, I often ask for quick information
on
Facebook and Twitter. For all the many reader friends who so generously share their expertise in various fields, THANK YOU.
You are my favorite form of research!
For those extra-special reader friends who went above and beyond in supplying feedback:
To Jenna Scott,
Thank you for passing along my many law enforcement questions to your father, and please thank him for taking the time to answer. My favorite bit of feedback, when asking about the situation for my fictionalized criminals, was your dad’s very succinct,
“These guys are screwed.”
To Rhonda Copley,
A key feature of this story was understanding what happens to a child caught in the untenable situation of having bad parents who also happen to be criminals. I told you what I
needed
to happen, and you told me how it could work. I can’t thank you enough for your patience in helping me with the details.
And last, to Amy Miles-Bowman,
If not for your help, I’d have been trolling the bars for info. As a teetotaler. That would have been pretty uncomfortable for me. ::grin:: Your knowledge of owning and running a bar helped guide my Muse through a few plot points and I’ll be forever grateful.
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
A
VERY
M
ULLINS
HESITATED
outside the entrance of the newly renovated bar. This early in the day, only a dim interior showed beyond the locked, glass-and-oak double entry doors—new doors that had just been installed two weeks ago.
Doors she’d helped to pick out.
Freshly painted signs crowded the big front window, advertising food, two pool tables, dancing and drinks. Overhead neon lights showcased the name of the bar: Getting Rowdy. It made her smile, remembering how she’d suggested the name, and how he’d followed through.
In such a short time, so much had changed. The business had gone from a failing, run-down dump of a place known mostly for its cheap drinks and availability of illicit drugs to a promising, fresh new bar with a fast-growing crowd. Even more notable was her switch of positions, from struggling waitress to head bartender.
Satisfaction had her smiling through most of her days. Thanks to the tips she made along with the raise she’d gotten, she no longer had the grind of two jobs just to make ends meet.
She’d kept the same apartment that could only be called modest if someone felt generous. And for the sake of anonymity, she still took the bus to and from work, rather than drive. But...
She
had changed.
Before meeting Rowdy Yates—bar owner, boss and scalding-hot temptation—before being swept up in his enthusiasm for turning around a broke-dick bar, she’d...survived. No more, no less. She hadn’t been unhappy, really. Or rather, there’d been no time to dwell on ideas like happiness.
But she hadn’t enjoyed her life, either. Not like she did now.
She loved how Rowdy so often included her in decisions concerning the bar, almost as an equal partner instead of simply an employee. He had final say in all things, but he welcomed her input. He was proud, but not too stubborn to listen. Strong, but never a bully. He made her feel important again.
And of course, every woman who laid eyes on him noticed his appeal—her included.
They got along great, working to make the bar as successful as it could be. Associates, and she liked to think friends, as well.
Rowdy wanted more. God knew he hadn’t been shy in sharing his interest.
And though he didn’t know it, she returned those sentiments. But...did she dare to get intimately involved with a heartbreaker like Rowdy? He was honest with her; she didn’t worry about what he wanted because he spelled it out. His honesty could sometimes be so brutal that it took her breath away.
He wanted sex.
Preferably with her, but every time she refused—and she’d refused every time—he easily found “company” elsewhere. With the way the female patrons came on to him, she doubted he ever had to spend a night alone.
Yet he always asked her first before moving on to second choice—his words, not hers.
Who did that?
Why
did he do that?
If she really mattered to him, wouldn’t he wait until he got her agreement?
But, being honest with herself, Avery had to admit that went both ways. If he mattered to her, why make him wait? After the year she’d had, she deserved some fun.
Bad boy Rowdy Yates, with his scrumptious bod, brazen attitude and overactive libido, would be
so
much fun.
A brisk October wind cut through Avery’s jacket and sent shivers up her spine, bringing her back to the here and now. Daydreaming about Rowdy had become her prime preoccupation. Seldom did a minute pass that he didn’t plague her mind.
Maybe tonight, before he hooked up with someone else, she’d clue him in to how she felt.
With that decision made, Avery unlocked the door. Only she and Rowdy had keys. It still amazed and pleased her that he trusted her so much. She would never do anything to make him regret that.
Without turning on lights, she made her way through the dim interior of the bar. The early-morning sunshine barely penetrated the shadows. Usually she arrived around two o’clock, an hour or so before her shift so she could get set up. But she had errands to run today, as well as an important phone call to make, and she’d forgotten her phone near the register. She figured she may as well combine the trips.
After locating her cell phone behind the bar—right where she’d left it—she started to leave. She’d taken only a few steps when she heard the first noise.
Heart going heavy, alarm prickling, Avery stopped to listen.
There! She heard it again. A slight rustling, a low...groan?
She swallowed hard. Had someone gotten in through the back door? A drunk? A vagrant?
A robber?
Or worse?
No. She shook her head, denying that possibility. No one from her past would ever think to look for her here. There were times when she still couldn’t believe the differences in her life. Differences that, since meeting Rowdy, she no longer regretted.
Besides, Rowdy’s ongoing renovations to the bar had started with updating all the security, installing sturdy new locks to both the front and back door and all the windows that opened. No one could easily break in.
Before her transformation, she’d been an utter coward. Oh, sure, some might have called it circumspect, but she knew the truth. For far too long she’d relied on others...for everything.
A year ago, when faced with an unknown noise, she would have slunk back out the front door and called the police to investigate. If it turned out to be nothing, well, she didn’t mind the possible inconvenience to others.
But a year in hiding had taught her to be more self-reliant, to handle her own problems. Independence had freed her, so she wouldn’t backslide now.
Trying to be utterly silent, Avery crept toward the sound, her ears straining. She heard another groan that appeared to come from Rowdy’s office. Maybe a radio? The creak of the wind outside?
Rowdy’s door stood ajar, when he usually kept it closed. Daring took her only so far, but never beyond common sense. Just in case someone had found a way in, Avery pushed 9-1-1 on her cell and put her thumb on the call button. Inching along the wall, she held her breath until she stood right beside the door.
“Yeah, that’s it.”
Recognizing Rowdy’s rough, whispered voice, Avery relaxed. Thinking he spoke on the phone, probably to one of his lady friends, she rolled her eyes, stepped around the door frame...
And her stomach did a free fall.
Slouched in the big padded chair behind his desk, his hands gripping the armrests, his blond head tipped back, Rowdy released another low groan, this one deeper, more gravelly. Avery saw him in profile, the large desk hiding most of his lower body—but not the top of the woman’s head moving over him, precisely in the general area of his lap.
Good God, she knew what they were doing; even an idiot wouldn’t misunderstand. Jealousy, hurt, resentment rose up to choke her. Avery wanted to move, she really did, but her feet stayed glued to the spot.
She wanted to look away, too, but...she didn’t.
Rowdy’s body went taut, straining, his expression bordering on acute pleasure. Then, with a final sound of repletion, he released a breath and eased again, his every muscle going lax. With a deep exhalation, he stroked the woman’s hair and said, “Ease up, honey, I’m spent.”
Oh. My. God.
Avery tried to swallow, but she couldn’t find any spit. She tried to close her eyes, but couldn’t even manage a blink.
On her knees before him, the redhead gave her own sound of satisfaction and slowly rose up over Rowdy’s thighs. “My turn.”
Whoa. No way did she want to hang around to witness that. Horrified, Avery shifted to sneak off—and the floor squeaked.
Rowdy’s gaze swung around to pinpoint her there in the doorway. His light brown eyes went from mellow satisfaction to razor-sharp focus. He didn’t straighten, didn’t take his big hand from the woman’s hair.
Maybe he didn’t even breathe.
Their gazes clashed for two heavy heartbeats before Avery got it together and lurched away. Heat scalded her face. Her heart punched against her ribs.
Please don’t let him follow me. Please don’t.
From behind her, she heard Rowdy’s low curse, and then the high-pitched laughter of the woman.
No, no,
no.
Humiliation chased Avery to the front door. Once there, breathless in a confusing mix of emotions, she paused and glanced back over her shoulder.
No one followed. In fact, she could now hear the quiet conversation between Rowdy and the woman.
Fury tightened her chest and burned her eyes.
Damn you, Rowdy Yates.
Forcing her chin up, Avery pushed through the door, out of the bar and away from the first man who’d interested her in over a year.
* * *
R
OWDY
FOUGHT
THE
urge to call Avery back, to chase after her and say...what?
Sorry you busted me getting a blow job.
Hardly. She’d annihilate him if he even tried.
He could tell her the truth.
I wish it had been you on your knees instead.
He snorted at the idiocy of that thought.
Avery already knew he wanted her. Hell, he’d been so open and up-front with her that his pursuit bordered on infatuation, as asinine as that seemed.
Growing uneasiness obliterated the pleasure from release. Damn it, he didn’t owe Avery any explanations. She was his employee. Period.
That’s how she wanted it.
But what if she didn’t come back?
No, he wouldn’t think that way. In the short time he’d known her, Avery had proved to have a backbone of iron, an overload of pride and possibly a chip on her shoulder bigger than the one he carried.
She’d be back, if for no other reason than to fry him with her disapproval.
Besides, she loved her job, and she was good at it. He checked his watch. Why was she here so early?
Whatever her reason, it didn’t matter. She had seen him, and that destroyed all the ground he’d gained with her. For a little while there, she’d been softening to him. Sort of.
Maybe not.
With Avery Mullins, it was hard to tell.
From the first time he’d spotted her in the bar, he’d wanted her. She had amazing red hair, a killer attitude and tons of energy contained in a petite and enticing body. Smart, savvy, observant.
And sexy as hell, though she denied that truth, just as she denied wanting him.
The contrast of her personal pride and work ethic, compared to where she chose to work—with him—intrigued Rowdy. He’d met her before buying the bar, back when it was no more than a dump filled with creeps and criminals. He still wasn’t sure if she’d factored into his desire to have the bar.
Eventually he’d win her over. He refused to accept any other outcome. But even to him, this current transgression looked bad.
The long, lonely night had ended, so he had no reason to continue lingering with...shit. What was her name?
Feeling the sting of Avery’s censure, even though she hadn’t stuck around to share it with him, Rowdy caught the woman’s arms and tugged her to her feet. “C’mon, honey. Fun’s over.”
“For you,” she complained, and tried to crawl into his lap.
“As I recall, you had your turn at least twice already.”
“At least.” She gave him a sultry, satisfied smile and rubbed up against him.
Her hair, red but not the rich, natural red of Avery’s, trailed over his arm. She was a small woman also, but without the same proud stature as Avery.
And when it came to outlook, the two women were worlds apart.
Had he really imagined a similarity of any kind? Dumb. Maybe even desperate, but he didn’t like that idea, so he snuffed it from his mind.
Holding the woman away, Rowdy stood and then turned from her so he could refasten his jeans. “It’s later than I realized. Time for you to go.”
“Because of her?”
On the nose. “No.”
Snuggling up to his back, she rubbed her breasts against him. “I had an incredible time.”
Now, after seeing Avery, the purring tone and brush of body on body left him cold. “Glad to hear it.” Though he felt like a bastard, he skirted around his desk and went to the door to wait, his impatience plain.
She pouted before accepting the inevitable. With a slow lick to her lips, she sauntered toward him, tried to kiss him—but he dodged that—and started to head through the bar.
Rowdy caught her arm and redirected her. “Back door is closer.” On the off chance that Avery lingered out front, best not to push his luck.
“Did you have fun?”
“Yeah, sure.” He’d tried to win Avery over last night but as usual, she’d turned him down in her no-nonsense way.
He hadn’t wanted to, but he’d accepted an alternate.
“I need cab fare.”
“Not a problem.” The lady was from out of town and staying with her family, which meant going to her place hadn’t been an option. Rowdy hadn’t wanted her in his new apartment, either...so he’d taken her to his office instead.
Not good. He should have just rented a room for the night. Next time he would.
Because the nightmares never went away for long, he knew there
would
be a next time, and a time after that.
He was a twenty-nine-year-old man, and he’d been on his own for most of his life. But sometimes the ugliness of long ago closed in around him with the suffocating discomfort of a boy’s desperation.
Damn it, he hated his own weakness.
Disgusted, Rowdy dug out his wallet and retrieved two twenty-dollar bills. Now, with a new day ahead, he craved a few hours’ sleep. “Will that do it?”
“Thanks.” She curled her manicured fingers around the money and said with suggestion, “I get into town every couple of weeks.”
Rowdy unlocked the back door while saying, “Sorry, honey, but I already told you this was a onetime deal.”
“It doesn’t have to be.”
“Yeah.” His thoughts already moving ahead to what had to be done before he opened the bar, he held the door wide open for her. “It does.”
“If you change your mind...”
As gently as he could, he nudged her along. “I won’t.” She’d been a nice distraction, but nothing more. At the moment, he wanted to concentrate on the bar...and on Avery.