Punk Rox Warrior
Authors: Rachel Cron
Punk Rox Warrior
Life is about to get interesting for Rainne.
Rainne Stanton is a young woman who lives by her own rules. She
has her band, she has her little business, and now she has a
stalker. Her world is turned upside down when her mother gets
involved.
James Decker is competent, lethal and Rainne's new shadow.
Hired by her mother to find and eliminate Rainne’s stalker, he
never anticipated what was waiting for him.
Their passion was something neither one expected or welcomed.
Together, can they clear the haze of deception surrounding
Rainne? As James begins to unravel the mystery that is Rainne
herself, what he finds will forever change him in ways he never
could have anticipated.
This book contains anal sex.
Genre:
Contemporary
Length:
46,210 words
PUNK ROX WARRIOR
Rachel Cron
EROTIC ROMANCE
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DEDICATION
For Jim, till the mountains crumble and the trees burn, I will always
be your kitten. To my children (Phish n Ducky) who are the catalyst
for everything I do and every breath I take.
Thank you to my parents for always standing behind me and never
blocking my chosen path.
Suzie Q and Thing 2, I could not have asked for two better friends and
for all the other people in my life who make the mayhem bearable.
Last but most definitely not least, to everyone who isn’t afraid to bask in their own light. Shine on people, shine on.
PUNK ROX WARRIOR
RACHEL CRON
Copyright © 2011
Chapter 1
“You did what?” Rainne shrieked while pacing violently back and
forth in her cluttered studio apartment. This was not the way she
wanted to start her morning. She hadn’t even finished her second cup
of coffee yet. “This is ridiculous! I’m not a child! I don’t need a
babysitter!”
“Well, obviously you do, Rainne,” her mother yelled back. “This
lifestyle you insist on living will get you killed one day. It’s bad
enough that you want to waste your life doing nothing, but I’ll be
damned if I’ll let your carelessness spill into the rest of our lives! This is all your fault. You’re damned lucky that I’m even willing to help
you fix the mess you’ve made! Besides, he’s already been paid. You
have no choice in this matter. That little stunt at my banquet the other night was the last straw!”
Rainne was getting tired of rolling her eyes at the ridiculous
claims her mother made. It was the same crap she’d heard time and
time again. Rubbing her forehead with the palm of her hand, she
breathed out exhaustedly. “Fine, when will he be here?”
“This afternoon. I expect you to cooperate with him,” she
muttered sternly. “And Rainne, don’t sleep with him, too!”
Screaming in frustration, Rainne slammed down the phone. “
God!
What the fuck did I do to deserve that bitch as a mother?”
“Don’t
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sleep with him!”
Her mother’s words swam around her head. She snorted in disgust.
Please! It’s not like I’m the Whore of Babylon,
she thought angrily to herself.
She loved her mother, dearly, but couldn’t fathom how they could
be so different. They had never been close. She had been a daddy’s
girl, through and through. After the death of her father she had hoped
that they would become closer, only the opposite had happened. Her
mother had become even more distant, almost hateful toward her.
Rainne’s father had taught her that family came first, always. It broke
her heart that they were more like strangers rather than mother and
daughter. She often felt torn between family obligation and what she
thought her father would have wanted, or washing her hands and
walking away from her mother’s world altogether. It had been an
internal battle for years.
Looking at the clock, Rainne let a curse slip through her lips. She
was going to be late for her shift at the dragon lady’s house. Throwing
on her favorite Mary Janes, she grabbed her keys and her satchel and
raced for the door. There would be hell to pay if she was late, and
she’d be damned if she’d get bitched out twice in one day.
In Rainne’s haste to lock the door, she dropped her satchel in the
hall. As she twisted up from the floor, crap in hand, she slammed into
a human wall just to bounce back down on her ass, spilling the
contents all over again.
“What the hell, man!” she hollered out. Just then her view focused
on what was probably the most menacing man she had ever laid eyes
on. He was huge, at least six feet, five inches tall, with dark brown
hair that waved just above his crystal blue eyes that were staring
down at her with a savage glare. His suntanned skin covered what
looked to be chainmail armor rather than muscles. The skintight,
white T-shirt that was tucked neatly into a pair of military camouflage
pants just accentuated the effect. Glancing down at his combat boots,
she instantly felt small, but part of her wondered where she could
acquire a pair.
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He bent down, grabbing her under her arms like a toddler, and
with one swift motion she was back on her feet. She swayed, grasping
onto him to keep herself from the floor. Handing her things to her, he
growled, “Name’s not man. It’s First Lieutenant James Decker,
Special Forces.”
“You must be the babysitter Carol sent. Nice,” she scoffed. “Well,
hate to cut this meeting short, Jimmy, but I’m late for work.”
This is
such bullshit, not only am I not in the mood for this right now, but you
are almost four hours early
. She was not ready for this, not yet, and by the looks of him, maybe not ever.
* * * *
As she spun to walk away, James grasped her upper arm, pushing
her against the wall, with his broad hands moving to her shoulders.
Her mother had warned him about her lifestyle, the wild parties, the
drugs and sex, the lowlifes she surrounded herself with, the sarcastic,
unpolished attitude. By the looks of her, the woman who hired him
wasn’t far off. She was dressed in a black T-shirt with a thin, long-
sleeved, red blouse underneath it. The black skirt she wore came
halfway to her knees and had red ruffles peeking out underneath it.
On her feet were big, black, chunky heels. She was tall for a girl, even without the four-inch heels. She was five feet, eight inches tall, and a little on the chubby side, but perfectly proportioned, smooth. Her hair
fell around her shoulders in chocolate brown, spiraling waves. It made
her look even paler than she really was. Her big brown eyes were
glaring up at him while the dark blue lipstick that adorned her bowtie
lips formed an over exaggerated pout.
James released his hold on her. Standing back and crossing his big
arms over his chest, his lips turned into a snarl. He proclaimed, “First of all, you look like Halloween gone wrong! Furthermore, my name is
James not Jimmy, and I’m no babysitter, girly-girl. I’m also not here
to put up with your bullshit. I’m here to keep your ass alive! Starting
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now, I’m in charge, and you’re not going to work today. Your mother
already informed your partner of your situation, and you have the next
