When insecure eighteen-year-old Kailee Hill gets caught tagging Iraq war refugee, Abrahem Yohanna's garage, she's not expecting him to act as her designated driver, hold her hair back when she pukes, or offer to be a shoulder to cry on. But she's failing chemistry and her life is falling apart, so she uses the number Abe leaves her and finds herself with a new tutor.
The two quickly find themselves falling hard for each other. Kailee attacks a local grunt when he calls Abe a "sand nigger" and fights with her veteran brother to be with him. When she learns Abe hasn't told his family about her, she's heartbroken and the couple risks losing everything they've worked to build. To make matters worse, Kailee's previous acts make her the prime suspect in a serious crime. With Kailee behind bars and doubting his feelings for her, Abe must find a way to rescue the girl he loves and win back her affection . And to do that he’ll have to catch a crook…
I grabbed the baseball bat I tucked under the passenger seat, in case I ever needed it. I still couldn’t believe she moved us to a military town. It was like being Jewish and moving into the middle of a Nazi clan. Two of the three guys in my driveway ran in opposite directions. The third dropped something, and turned to face the car.
My garage door now read, “Ragheads Go Home!” in metallic pink letters the same shade as the car at the curb. The exclamation mark was dotted with a heart. This was the strangest group of vandals I’d ever seen. My jaw clenched as I looked at the piece of shit who did this. I was ready to kick his ass. Ommy and Mirriam would be terrified. But he looked up at me, made eye contact for the first time. He was a girl, and she was crying.
About the author:
I'm a full time ELF keeper and part time writer/blogger/writing instructor. I'm represented by Kathleen Rushall of Marsal Lyons Literary Agency. I like my tea hot, my romance sweet, and my guys chivalrous. Real men hold open doors, refer to you as ma'am, make promises they keep, and aren't afraid to profess their undying love. It's not breakfast if there aren't carbs(at least, not in the South). Fajitas, carnitas, and churros are just few of my favorite things. Bet you can't guess where I'm from ;)