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  NEW BEGINNINGS

  E.R. nurse Leila Matthews’s whole life turned upon one single sentence: “Brody, I’m pregnant.” What she thought would be the happiest day of her life became a nightmare as she was abandoned by the father of her soon-to-be-born child. If her friend Jaxon wasn’t there to pick up the pieces, she couldn’t have coped. Then what had started out as a deep and abiding friendship became a soul-searing love.

  Yet, while Jaxon is the man of her dreams, Leila doesn’t want her child to grow up not knowing its father. The situation, a triangle involving tortured pasts and unstoppable passion, will test everyone involved. Both suitors will seek forgiveness for terrible mistakes, and Leila will soon be pulled between two powerful men: a handsome CEO who owns all he surveys, and an ex-soldier whose M.C. teeters on the brink of the unforgivable. Leila must choose the man who is perfect for her future…and for the future of her child.

  PRAISE FOR PUSHED,

  BOOK ONE IN THE TORN SERIES

  “The chemistry between Brody and Lei is off the charts.”

  —L. Wilder, Author of Combust

  “A.F. Crowell writes a sassy and intriguing story of lust, love, and heartbreak that will leave readers begging for more!”

  —USA Today Bestselling Author Author J.C. Valentine

  PULLED

  BOOK TWO IN THE TORN SERIES

  A. F. Crowell

  www.BOROUGHSPUBLISHINGGROUP.com

  PUBLISHER’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, business establishments or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. Boroughs Publishing Group does not have any control over and does not assume responsibility for author or third-party websites, blogs or critiques or their content.

  PULLED

  Copyright © 2015 A.F. Crowell

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  ISBN 978-1-942886-84-6

  Ebook formatting by Maureen Cutajar

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  To Mark

  For all the uncooked dinners, late nights on the computer and all the time I spent away from you and the boys. Thank you for supporting and encouraging me on this newfound dream.

  I love you. Irrevocably. Then. Now. Always.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  There are so many people that have supported, encouraged, inspired and helped me during writing Pulled. I couldn’t fit everyone in here, but there are a special few I have to acknowledge.

  My husband Mark, I love you babe.

  My boys James and Chase, guys Momma loves you to the moon and back. 555

  My mom, she’s my biggest supporter, loudest cheerleader and best friend, there are no words. I love you Momma!!!!

  Emmaly, you really are the best. I love you girl. I am beyond grateful and blessed to have found you. You have become my BFF, partner in crime and the second voice in my head.

  My PAs, Thai and Sierra. Wow, you guys really put up with a lot. I’m so forgetful and y’all having my back means the world. It’s always an adventure and I’m glad to ride the rollercoaster with y’all beside me.

  My street team, Sexy Little Sparks. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you.

  Michelle, my publisher, editor and noodler. I am grateful to have you in my corner and trust you implicitly. Thank you!

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  About the Author

  PULLED

  Chapter One

  ~Leila~

  Did you ever have a life-flashes-before-your-eyes moment? I was living one right now. The past three months played through my brain like an HBO special as I made my way to the lobby doors. I glanced back, once. Praying.

  Praying was what I was doing when I met Brody Davis. I’d been pacing and praying my cop brother, Drew, would recover from the gunshot wound that threatened his life. Until that night, Drew had done an excellent job making sure I had never pinged his friend Brody’s radar, but when Brody showed up at the hospital, all bets were off. Before I knew I was falling, Brody had invaded my life.

  Now I was fleeing. The doorman of Brody’s New York apartment building opened the door and asked if I needed a car brought around or a cab called. I thanked him, but told him I was waiting for someone.

  I didn’t have to wait long; Jaxon—my friend? my kinda sort of knight? Can a biker be a knight?—pulled up in a Lincoln Town Car, seconds after I came outside. Dressed in his form-fitting tuxedo, he waved off the driver and personally helped me in the backseat, then slid in beside me.

  I kept praying, begging the fates to bring Brody to his senses. Didn’t work. I looked back at the lobby as we pulled away to see Brody standing in the doorway. He saw me look back, but didn’t try to stop me or to get my attention. That was the last time I would look back for him, I told myself. I had to start looking forward.

  Alone.

  “Leila, what the hell happened? What did he do to you?” Jaxon handed me a box of Kleenex.

  “It’s a long, story that I promise to tell you, but, please, not right now.” How do I explain that the man that swore he loves me more than anything just walked away when he found out I’m pregnant with his child? “First, I need to find a flight back to Charleston. Then I need to get something to eat. After that I will give you all of the gut-wrenching details.” Maybe. I blew my nose. The driver reached a small trash can back through the sliding privacy window.

  “You can ride home with me.” Jaxon brushed escaped tendrils of hair out of my eye. “I’m borrowin’ the Semper Fi Fund company jet. You can crash with me tonight and then we’ll fly home in the morning.”

  “Better I take a regular flight, dontcha think? Less complicated.”

  “Stop. You’re flyin’ with me. Besides, I’d be bored as shit on that thing by myself, so you’d be doing me a favor. Now, what do you like to eat? I’m staying at the Surrey, so we can get room service if ya want.”

  “Room service would be good,” I mumbled.

  Crap. Back to the same hotel as the Charity Ball Brody and I attended earlier this evening. I hadn’t known Jaxon was going to be there, but boy was I glad he had been. I wasn’t a save me kind of woman, but tonight, I didn’t mind being rescued one bit. We drove a couple more blocks and pulled up to the hotel. “Ugh, I hope we don’t run into anyone from the dinner. How embarrassi
ng would that be?”

  “Seriously, Leila, stop. You’re fine. I don’t give two shits what those snobby-ass fuckers think of me and neither should you.” He opened the door and hopped out, grabbing my duffle as he went. He slung it over his shoulder before handing me out of the car.

  “Thanks man.” He tipped the driver and spun back around to me. “Ready?”

  “I guess so.” I tried not to sound so defeated but I was. Not thirty minutes earlier I had told the man I loved I was pregnant with his child and he flipped the fuck out on me. Seriously, who does that does shit?

  Jaxon lead us through the lobby in the opposite direction of the ballroom to a bank of elevators. We went up to the fifteenth floor where he was staying in a suite with a separate bedroom. Thank you, God. I guessed the living room had a fold out couch, where I could stretch out and maybe get some rest.

  Jaxon handed the room service menu to me. “Why don’t you find something to eat? I’ll put your bags down in the bedroom and change real quick.”

  “Okay.” I cracked open the binder. “Hey,” I called after him. “This menu doesn’t have any prices, how am I supposed to order?”

  “Just get whatever you want and don’t worry about it. I got this,” he hollered out from the bedroom.

  I looked at Café Boulud’s menu and as soon as I saw the lobster fettuccine I knew what I was having. “Jaxon, would you like something?”

  “Nah, I’m good. I had dinner downstairs after you left.” He came back out to the sitting area wearing a T-shirt with the sleeves cut off and a pair of basketball shorts. His hair, no longer tied back, was falling in his face. The sleeveless shirt showed off his massive biceps and tats. Most of the tattoos were black tribals with amazing shading; also, he had the USMC eagle, globe and anchor etched onto the top of his arm.

  He sat down on the left side of the couch with his right leg stretched across the cushions. He grabbed the remote and turned on the large flat screen. Initially, I couldn’t’ve cared less; the TV was welcome white noise drowning out the commotion in my brain. Then I heard commentators talking about football and immediately they caught my attention as they discussed the latest suspensions and injury report.

  “Hey, can you turn that up?” I sat down at the other end of the couch.

  “Sorry, I think I heard you ask me to turn it up.” He bent his right leg in a little giving me enough room to sit cross-legged in my corner.

  “Yeah, as in the volume. Make it louder, you follow?”

  He turned the volume up slightly. “Sorry, it’s not every day I hear a woman ask for SportsCenter to be turned up and not off.”

  “What can I say, I love football.”

  “I knew there was a reason I liked hangin’ out with you.” He turned his attention back to the video clip of a quarterback dislocating his ankle. “Ow, fuck. That’s gotta hurt,” he said as he grimaced.

  “Can I use the phone to call down for the food?” My stomach grumbled. I was grateful it was hungry and not nauseous. God only knew how long that would last.

  “Whatcha want? I’ll call for you.” He got up and walked to the desk.

  I gave him my order and then tuned back in to ESPN. I leaned my head back and rested it on the top of the couch. Before I knew it, there was a knock at the door. I jumped up, but Jaxon caught my arm and answered the door. Part of me thought it might be Brody, coming to take me home. Would I have gone? Moot point. Jaxon opened the door for the attendant with the food.

  Jaxon must have known what I was thinking, because he brought me the box of tissues. He sat close on the couch and pulled me into a hug. Which, honestly, was probably the worst thing he could have done, because his compassion was the last brick in my teetering wall. Tears welled, fell and flowed. I bawled my eyes out until I struggled to breathe and my body shook.

  “I’m…mmm sorry,” I babbled. “I don’t know why I thought it would be Brody. I just hoped he’d change his mind.” Knowing I needed to unburden myself—I wasn’t a hold it in kind of woman—I shared the whole awful story with a now livid Jaxon.

  “So let me get this shit straight, forget for a moment about that whore of an ex-girlfriend that he danced with at the ball. You get back to his place, tell him you’re fuckin’ pregnant and not only does he yell at you, he suggests you have an abortion and throws a fuckin’ bottle past your head?” Jaxon’s jaw muscle was working overtime while his fists open and closed in time to the cadence of his jaw muscle.

  “Please,” I sobbed. “I can’t deal with you flipping out too. Please calm down.” Like someone flipped a switch, I watched all the hostility leave his face.

  “I’m sorry baby girl, you’re right. You don’t need this right now. I’ll deal with that shit later.” He walked to the granite counter, grabbed the food and brought it to me. “Let’s get you fed and then you can climb in bed and get some sleep.”

  He sat the food on the coffee table in front of me and handed me the fork. As I took the fork from his hand, mine stilled. “Thanks Jaxon. Thanks for coming to get me and not rubbing it in my face. I know you don’t like him—”

  “He’s a piece ’a shit, but you love him. I get it. I’ll do my best to keep my two fuckin’ cents to myself. For now,” he said ominously.

  Being pregnant cancelled out the usual I-can’t-eat-’cause-I’m-upset thing. Two forkfuls and I was working it like a truck driver at an all-night diner. After I finished eating I went to the bathroom, washed my face, brushed my teeth, then walked into the bedroom. Jaxon was pulling a pillow off the plush king-size bed.

  “What are you doing?” I stopped in the doorway of the bathroom.

  “I only need one pillow and there’s a blanket in the closet. You take the bed and I’ll sleep on the fold-out in the couch.” He turned and headed out to the living room.

  “No, this is your suite, I’ll take the fold-out. You were nice enough to pick me up, let me stay here and you’re flying me home tomorrow. Taking your bed is just way too much.” I grabbed my phone from my purse and started out the door when a huge, calloused hand grabbed my arm stopping me dead in my tracks, almost giving me whiplash.

  “Listen here princess, I’m not letting you sleep on the couch. First of all, you’re my guest and secondly, you’re fuckin’ pregnant. Get in the damn bed or I’ll put your ass in the bed.” He was as serious as a heart attack because I hesitated a second too long. He dropped the pillow, scooped me up and cradled me against his chest, then tossed me, yes, actually tossed like a sack of potatoes, onto the bed.

  I bounced with a little squeal. “Okay, okay. I’ll sleep in here on one condition. We share the bed. We both know those fold-outs are small. The bars will dig into your back all night, and your legs are gonna hang off.”

  “I’ll be fine—” It was my turn to cut him off.

  “No. I’ll just go to the lobby and get my own room. I think I have enough money on my Amex to cover one night.” I got out of the bed like I was going to get my stuff and go. Total bluff by the way, but he bought it.

  “Fuck…Fine,” he groaned. “You win, we’ll both sleep in here,” he acquiesced. He grabbed the pillow off the floor.

  “Geez, for a man who pursued me relentlessly for weeks, you sure don’t want any part of me now,” I tried to make a joke.

  “Aw, come on. You know it’s not like that Lei.” He plopped down on the left hand side of the bed. “I’m just tryin’ to be a gentleman here. I don’t do it often, so don’t go getting used to it. And, sure as shit, don’t tell anyone.”

  I smiled, pulled the white, soft down comforter back and climbed into bed. I threw two of the four pillows that were on my side onto the floor. Jaxon got up, went to the bathroom and shut the door. I fluffed one of the pillows under my head and wrapped my arms around the one I had tucked in front of me. I faced away from Jaxon’s side of the bed and noticed the clock read 11:48 p.m. As I lay there watching the minutes roll by, I wondered what Brody was doing.

  Was he still at the bar?

  Was he
drunk?

  Was he okay?

  The bathroom door opened, letting the light dance off the far wall for a brief moment. Jaxon settled down into the bed and said good night.

  You know when you’re so close to sleep that you can’t even talk, but you can still hear and understand, yet the words just can’t seem to find their way out? Well, that was me. I wanted to be able to say good night, but the words were trapped in my head. Because, for a change, my mouth went to sleep first.

  *****

  ~Jaxon~

  I climbed into bed and told her good night, even though all I got back was a mumbling mess of noises that may have been a good night. Instead, it sounded like she had marbles in her mouth. She was exhausted and emotionally worn the fuck out. What kinda fuckin’ prick yells at his pregnant girlfriend? I wanted to snap his fuckin’ neck.

  Jesus, listening to her cry damn near broke me and I’m not dating her or having a fuckin’ kid with her. What a fuckin’ douchebag. I couldn’t wait to see him once we were home. He was gonna be shitting his teeth out his ass when I was done with him.

  God, I wanted to curl up behind her and hold her soft, warm body against me all night, but I couldn’t. I promised her weeks ago, only friends. She didn’t need to complicate her life with me right now. She had her damn hands full with pretty boy.

  Laying there flat on my back, arms crossed behind my head, I stared at the ceiling, trying to fall asleep, but my mind had other plans. Hours later sleep finally came.

  I woke to my face full of coppery red curls and a small body tucked into my side. This took me by surprise, because I forgot where I was for a split second. As I blinked my eyes open, I tilted my head down and saw her. She had her head resting on my chest, hand on my stomach, her leg over my thigh and my hand was snaked around her back resting on her hip. I wanted to lie there like that for days, just holding her, watching her dream and listening to her breathe. In that moment, she wasn’t crying or hurting. She wasn’t remembering the rejection and betrayal. She was at peace. When she woke it would all come crashing down around her again, but from here on out I vowed I would be there to try and help her pick up the pieces. If she let me.