Abbi Haas likes them big, bad, and out of her bed the next morning. So when a smoking hot firefighter shuts down a possessive ex by pretending to be her boyfriend, she's happy to play along
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Tyler McCall drove the last four hundred miles without stopping. Not because he didn't want a break to stretch his legs, work out the crick in his neck, or see some of the scenery he was passing. But because he did.
Those were things the old Tyler might have done, taking his time to enjoy the California coast, the Oregon cliffs along the water, the views through Washington as he drove to the mountains he was going to call home for the next six weeks. The new Tyler, the one fleeing L.A., didn't deserve such pleasures anymore.
If Scott were here, he'd have been bouncing out of his seat, eager to see San Francisco, Portland, spend the night in Seattle and walk along the water, marveling at the mountains across the bay. Scotty had never left California — unlike Tyler, who'd traveled way too much. He still remembered snippets of Seattle from the months he'd lived there before his mother snatched him out of school and whisked them to — He couldn't remember where they'd gone next. Chicago? It was all a blur.
But Scott wasn't here. That was the problem.
So Tyler pushed on.
It was dark by the time he turned onto the long, winding road that climbed into Gold Mountain. Had it been daylight, he would have seen the iconic peak still capped with snow in July. A hiker's dream in the sunny, dry valleys. A wildland firefighter's nightmare.
Tyler switched on his high beams and coaxed the engine up the turns. He needed to sleep. He needed a shave. He needed something to eat besides sticky-sweet granola bars, their wrappers littering his truck.
Most of all, he needed a whiskey. Neat. A double pour — hell, make it the whole bottle. Scott's drink. He couldn't decide whether coming to Gold Mountain was supposed to make him feel better, or worse. If it was supposed to help him move on from what had happened to Scotty ... or make sure he never forgot.
He had the address of his rental house programmed into his GPS, but based on the description and the hastiness with which he'd put down his deposit, he wasn't expecting much. Certainly not a welcome basket or a home-cooked meal. In L.A. he could stop on any corner but this town had clearly shut down for the night. Everything he'd looked into said Gold Mountain had developed a lot recently, but the one grocery store he passed was closed and he didn't think he could face another gas station dinner.
Up ahead, though, was a parking lot for a place called Mackenzie's, and on Saturday night, it was full. He slowed down. The building was wood, he noticed reflexively. No metal roof, no heat resistant paint. No protection when the wildfire risk this summer was the highest it had ever been.
"Stop worrying so goddamn much," Tyler said aloud as he pulled into the lot — the first words he'd spoken since gassing up in Eugene. It's what Scott would have said to him.
Then again, maybe Scott should have paid more attention to danger. It was a mistake Tyler wasn't going to make again.
"So, where you from?" The bartender's name was Mack. She said she owned the place along with her boyfriend, Connor, who waved from the open kitchen and looked more like an acrobat, he was juggling so many pans.
Tyler had made a beeline for an empty seat on the edge of the bar where he could watch the action without anyone noticing him, but not two sips into that honeyed burn and here she was, making conversation with the newcomer even on a busy night.
Or trying to. He wasn't exactly pulling his weight.
"California," he said, swirling the liquid in his glass so he didn't have to look up.
"That's a long way."
"Yep." He took another sip.
She pulled the taps on two draughts at once. "Up here hiking for a few days?"
He could practically feel Scott beside him, rolling his eyes. His first night in this town where he was going to spend the next six weeks of his life and he was already turning himself into some kind of pariah. He should say where he was from, why he was here, ask about the local attractions. He should make a fucking effort.
"I'm here for the summer," he said, just as Mack was giving up on him and turning toward another customer. "Work."
"Nice," she said, pocketing a tip. "Like I said, I'm Mack. Come around anytime."
"I'm Tyler," he said. "I will."
Smile, he told himself. It's what non-assholes do.
When Tyler quit his job fighting wildfires in California, his boss and mentor Aidan said he wouldn't tear up Tyler's resignation letter if Tyler promised one thing. He could supervise the firebreak the Forest Service was putting in on the ridgeline above Gold Mountain, but only if he tried to enjoy it.
"I won't let you leave my crew if you're just doing it to beat yourself up," Aidan said.
And later, when Tyler was cleaning out his locker next to Scott's: "We all miss Scotty, Tyler. But what happened — it wasn't your fault."
At one point, Tyler had believed every word out of Aidan's mouth. He'd hired Tyler when Tyler was fresh out of training, with nothing but a backpack and a pair of boots to his name. He'd quickly become more of a father to Tyler than the man who lived in Palo Alto and never wasted his time on things that weren't important — like his son.
But Tyler wasn't some wide-eyed kid anymore. He knew better than to believe what Aidan said.
Aidan. Scotty. The Forest Service. Fuck. He'd driven twelve hundred miles north from L.A., the farthest he could get without crossing into Canada, and he still couldn't leave them behind.
Tyler looked around, trying to get out of his head. Couples chatting, groups of friends. The bar was L-shaped and he could see directly across to where a tall, broad-shouldered man with a bald head and a snake tattooed up his arm was taking up too much space on the end. He had one of those booming voices that carried, so even though his back was to Tyler, Tyler could hear him saying "just got back" and "you owe me," followed by an even louder, "Don't you fucking say no to me."
Tyler glanced at Mack, who had paused to look sharply at the man. "Trouble?" he asked, even as he knew he should stay out of it.
But staying out of trouble wasn't his strong suit. Especially if there was a woman involved. And Tyler could tell from the man's tone of voice — possessive and ugly — that there was a woman involved. A woman who sure as hell wouldn't want to be talked to that way.
Mack sighed. "When Russ is around, there's always trouble." He thought she might go to the kitchen for backup — Tyler didn't see much in the way of security around here — but Mack called in a loud voice like she'd done this before, "Hey, Russ! Get out of here."
Russ turned to Mack, which afforded Tyler a glimpse of the woman who'd been blocked by his enormous frame.
And damn if he thought he could stop staring.
She was beautiful, yes. But it was more than that. She was tanned, with a dusting of freckles suggesting she spent more time outside than just a weekend or two of vacation. She waved Russ away and he saw the shift in her muscles, the strength under the softness of her skin.
He liked that, the contrast. The hint of surprise.
Because under her scowl there was softness, too. The promise of curves if he got to see her standing. Lying down. Spread out on his bed.
Shit. Where had that come from?
But he'd been driving all day. Single for much longer. The plunging neckline of her bright, fitted shirt wasn't helping get his mind out of the gutter. Especially not with the necklace that drew his attention down ...
"Get my girl another beer, Mack," Russ said, slapping the bar with his palm like he owned the place.
The woman's voice rang out over the din. "For the last time, Russ. I'm not your girl. And I don't want you buying me a drink." She used her elbow to block out space for herself and keep Russ from encroaching on where she was sitting. Tyler had a feeling this wasn't the first time she'd had to tell Russ to back off. Or that Russ had ignored her.
His first thought was that the woman should cut her losses and leave. But she was the one with the seat; she'd clearly been there first. Why should she have to give up her night?
She shook her head at yet another obnoxious comment from Russ and a flash of color caught Tyler's eye. He thought it was from her rings, or the light from the bar playing tricks, but then it happened again and he realized it was her hair. Bright blue streaked along the underside, so that when she ran a hand through her waves there was a flash of something so unexpected, he couldn't tear his eyes away.
"That's Abbi," Mack said as she mixed a concoction with bitters and a squeeze of lime.
"What?" Tyler was startled out of his thoughts.
"The woman at the end of the bar. The one you keep staring at." Mack gestured with her chin. "That's Abbi."
"I wasn't —"
She grinned. "Sure you were."
Busted. Tyler eased into a smile, testing how it felt.
"Jesus." Mack shook her head. "You have a three-word vocabulary, arms that could bend steel, and a dimple? Abbi's going to love you."
"My best friend. The one you're about to do a huge favor for." Mack refilled Tyler's whiskey and placed a pint of copper ale in front of him — the same beer Abbi with the blue hair was drinking.
"Don't tell Abbi you're rescuing her," Mack cautioned. "Normally I'd figure out something else but I'm swamped, and making Russ get out and stay out is tricky. Believe me, I've tried."
"You want me to do what, exactly?" Tyler asked, confused.
"Come on, new guy. Be creative. Don't you want to have a little fun?"
Not really, he thought.
But he couldn't sit there and do nothing. And was there anything wrong with letting himself unwind just a little?
Temporary new town, temporary new title, the first stop in his brand new life. Tonight, he didn't have to be the guy who'd let his best friend die in a wildfire that burned out of control in the San Gabriels. Tonight, he could be whatever Abbi wanted.
He took a deep breath, filling out his full frame, and crossed the bar. He felt like a kid again, when he'd had to be in the school play in, was it Dallas? San Antonio? The one he'd hated even more than all the others. He got stuck in the back row of the chorus, because he was tall, gangly, and not a very good actor. Something about faking it — he never could get it right.
But he wasn't a kid anymore, and he certainly wasn't gangly. Russ may have had an inch or two on Tyler, but he didn't have his build. Taking a page from Abbi, he elbowed Russ out of the way as though he didn't even see him. And then, sliding into the space he'd created, he did something completely uncharacteristic. The kind of thing Scott would have done.
With no plan and no clue what he was doing, Tyler opened his mouth and said the first thing that popped into his mind.
"Hey, baby, I'm so sorry I'm late."
Abbi's eyes widened as the gorgeous man from across the bar put a fresh pint in front of her. Had he seriously just called her baby?
Even more unbelievably, the guy then nudged Russ like Russ wasn't built like a tree trunk, impossible to budge. "Excuse me, man. Mind if I pull up a stool?"
Russ had been standing over her like she might have forgotten he was six foot whatever and way bigger than her. Like his towering height might convince her to make the mistake of going home with him again. But now the guy from the other end of the bar was dragging over a stool to fit in the space where Russ had been standing. Apparently he didn't get, or didn't care, that Russ was enormous, tattooed, terrifying-looking, an ex-con, and probably the guy you'd have to call to fix your roof in a snowstorm or build you a new drainage system, so not exactly someone you wanted to piss off at a bar.
"Mack poured me another drink for you," the man said. "Glad you got started without me."
"On the house!" Mack called and winked before she spun away to attend to someone else.
That little minx.
Mack had set Abbi up with guys before. But usually she left the define-the- relationship part to Abbi. Abbi had been in some questionable situations — including the time she'd taken it upon herself to find out how far the tattoos went down Russ's back. (Answer: all the way.) But she'd never found herself with a boyfriend she hadn't met.
To be honest, she didn't find herself with boyfriends very often. Hookups? Hell yes. But the closest thing she'd had to a long-term relationship had been half a lifetime ago, when she was a completely different person. To even think of it as the r-word made her want to throw up.
Not that she was on the market, anyway. As a naturalist, she was always in the woods, traversing trails, maintaining campsites, keeping tabs on what was growing or dying off and trying to figure out why. She wasn't going to slow down or spend less time alone in the backcountry just for some guy — no matter how big his arms.
So he'd better know this was a one-time deal when she took the drink, channeled her inner thespian, and said, "Finally! I thought you'd never make it."
He was tall and chiseled, with muscles that looked like they'd rip his T- shirt if he flexed them hard enough — and if the fabric wasn't so faded and soft. His hair was cropped short but he had a few days of stubble to counteract the clean cut. He looked like he'd been living in that T-shirt and jeans for a while, but Abbi didn't mind.
She'd noticed him across the bar, thinking that if he needed to change his clothes, she'd be happy to help take them off.
But then she saw Mack pour him two drinks and had to extinguish that little fantasy. Clearly he was meeting someone. Back to figuring out how to get Russ out of her life. Not just for tonight, but permanently.
Only now it looked like she had her answer to that problem. And if it wasn't typically the way she'd choose to handle a situation ... at least it gave her a start.
She realized Russ was staring at her, having no idea what to do with this intruder. He'd had his back to the bar and hadn't noticed Tyler nursing his whiskey, busy being quite obviously not Abbi's boyfriend. She should say something else, make this sham more legit. She cleared her throat. "So, sweetheart. How's it going?"
That wasn't going to win any Oscars. Or convince Russ to leave her alone. She touched the guy's arm in a way that she hoped projected girlfriend levels of familiarity and not shock — and delight — at how his skin felt to her touch.
Russ gave an exaggerated frown. "Who the fuck are you?"
Which, props to Russ, was an excellent question.
"Where are my manners?" The guy stuck a hand out to Russ. "I'm Tyler."
"My new boyfriend," Abbi said, in case Russ was too thick to get the point.
Russ stared at Abbi. "You don't have a boyfriend."
Abbi slid closer to Tyler, pressing her body against him.
Minus one for needing a man to save her. Minus another one for perpetuating all sorts of "You can't have me because another man already claimed me" bullshit when saying no to Russ wasn't enough.
Plus eleventy billion for getting to feel Tyler's muscles up close and personal.
"I'm pretty sure I know who my boyfriend is." She added a hand to his knee.
She hoped she wasn't going overboard. But Tyler didn't seem to mind. She ran her thumb over his jeans, just low enough to be chaste, just high enough not to be too safe. Abbi wasn't a fan of safe.
Safe was boring. And Abbi was not boring. She didn't need to be coddled. She didn't need anyone to pretend to take care of her anymore.
"You think you can lie to me and get away with it?" Russ snorted and ran a hand down his mouth. Abbi knew that gesture, the one he used in some half- assed attempt to push the anger back in right before it exploded. He smelled like cigarettes and sweat. Abbi almost felt bad for him. But he'd come back from a four-month construction job in Spokane assuming he had every right to her bed when she'd been nothing but clear when he left that they were over. So there was a limit to her sympathy.
As soon as he returned, he'd started calling. And calling. Demanding to see her. Claiming she owed it to him to "give him another chance."
When she stopped picking up, he drove by her place. Banged on her door so much she'd taken to pretending not to be home. He'd broken the hinges on the gate to her backyard and she'd dropped to the floor, cowering under the bed, as she heard the wood splinter.
Excerpted from "Make Me Want"
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Saints preserve us, I want Tyler and I want him now! This book in the Gold Mountain series is the best of the series. I'm certain Rebecca has more in store for us, but damn if this one didn't shove me over the edge. Without rehashing too much of the blurb, Tyler's headed up to the Cascades to work a project for the Forest Service after losing his best friend during a fire. When he arrives in town he stops to have a beer and some food and meets Abbi who's being harassed by an ex who doesn't know the word no. Tyler knows he should butt out but he can't and when egged on by Mack (book 2 I think) he puts himself between Bubba and Abbi. Abbi and Tyler spend a smoking hot night together which ends abruptly when Abbi finds out why Tyler is there. Abbi runs the Nature Preservation Center and is against making the firebreak and trying to stop it from happening. A promotion for her is riding on this. Tyler is there to oversee the project and run interference and Bubba, well his company is scheduled to do the work. Delays make him none to happy. Watching Tyler and Abbi do this dance between their jobs and personal lives, much less all this started with a little lie to keep Russell (Bubba) away from Abbi, at times it's like watching a runaway train. This book was so well written I didn't put it down. Abbi isn't a commitment kind of girl and Tyler's trying to pull himself together knowing his career future rides on this job. So much push and pull. Tyler never really surmises anything but that's ok because Abbi makes up for it in spades. When a fire starts in the mountains and Abbi is caught on a ridge line, it makes for such an intense story. I felt my shoes getting hot too. There aren't enough good things to say about this book. Crafted so well and I loved the characters and a great shift in storylines from the previous Gold Mountain books. I am loving this series. Rebecca has a solid plot and great characters to back it up. Five solid stars from me. Well done Rebecca!! I loved it. **arc from NetGalley and Entangled in exchange for a fair review***
Make Me Want was a great read. This was the first book I've read of the Men of Gold Mountain & I'll be reading more. I'm a sucker for a hot fireman so of course I liked Tyler but it took me a bit to warm up to Abbi. She was a little "hard" but I came around. I look forward to reading more by Rebecca Brooks. I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
When Abbi needs to get rid of a pushy man Tyler helps her out. He pretends to be her boyfriend and they immediately have a connection. He's only in the area for a few weeks, so she thinks having some fun together would be harmless. However, Tyler is supposed to be working with Abbi on a project they're on opposite sides of. Will their differences at work mess things up for them on a personal level and what will happen when past and present become intertwined? Make Me Want is a sexy story with two strong, but damaged main characters. Abbi has been hurt by someone in her past and is still dealing with the consequences every day. It influences each relationship she has. Tyler wants to be there for her, but it's difficult for her to accept his help. Tyler went through something very traumatic and left everything he used to know behind for a fresh start. Being accepted and caring for someone is exactly what he needs. My heart ached for both of them. Abbi and Tyler keep having their differences and they seem to continuously take one step forward and two steps back. I couldn't wait to find out where that would lead and read their story in one sitting because of it. Make Me Want is hot because of two things, forest fires and sizzling attraction. I love the way Rebecca Brooks combines the two. Fire is a serious topic and she writes about it in an informative and sympathetic way. In her Men of Gold Mountain series she chooses to focus on different sides of what living in the area is like, which makes each story equally fascinating. Make Me Want is a sparkling, entertaining and captivating romance, it's a fantastic addition to the series.
This story starts off with a very hot bang and only grows from there. Abbi and Tyler were sparking up the pages and did so often. I loved her independent and need to be self sufficient attitude at the same time living Tyler's need to protect. My heart broke for what they both endured. Tyler loved with a whole lot of grief and guilt whereas Abbi lived with shame. It was great to see how they both worked through their issues, and how they were more cognizant of what needed to be done in the future. This was also a great story of friendships. And I loved loved loved the way Abbi's friends kept her in check as well as Aiden advising Tyler in his life. These friendships really helped both characters realize what they truly wanted and to go for it. I received this book in exchange for an honest review from the publisher through Netgalley.
Make Me Want is intense. Tyler and Abbi start an intense relationship--physically intense, and though it starts out as "fake" it soon is anything but and becomes intense in a whole other way--they're both hiding very intense events in their past from each other, and oh my gosh, they both live through an unbelievably intense event together just before everything falls apart for them. Honestly, I went into this one expecting...well, pretty much what you's be expecting, given that cover...and found out that there is so much more between those covers. What I especially liked here is that both Tyler and Abbi let their issues get in their way, they both let them negatively impact their relationship, they both took an active part in their black moment, and they both put work into getting back together by each realizing what they were doing to sabotage things and worked to repair their own problems in order to go forward together. There was a greater sense of equal responsibility in their relationship than is often seen, and I really liked that. Plus, these two were incredibly hot together, even if they do have a tendency to get busy in the great out of doors, where everyone knows there's spiders. [shudder] ;) Make Me Want is the third book in the series, but works just fine as a standalone. Rating: 4 stars / B+ I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book
Make Me Want is the third story in Rebecca Brooks Men of Gold Mountain series. I've enjoyed the previous two stories I've read (Make Me Beg is a particular favorite) so I was looking forward to this one. From the start the two characters clash, but in that way that makes you know the chemistry between them is going to be too hard to resist! Abbi and Tyler start out as odds because of their competing job interests. Tyler is in Gold Mountain to help set up a firebreak to protect the town. As a wildfire firefighter, he's seen the devastating effects of a fire that gets out of control, with the loss of his best friend a few months earlier. He needs this time away from L.A. to get his priorities straight, and having this successful venture on his resume will mean some good job prospects in the future. It's a temporary assignment, one he'd been hoping he'd pull off without any hitches, until meeting Abbi. Abbi works at the local nature center and her job is to prevent the firebreak from being built, as it will destroy the habitat of some local endangered species. She believes the firebreak is a waste of time and money and won't actually protect the people of Gold Mountain in the area where the Forest Service wants to build it anyway. The problem is that Tyler intervened in a situation where Abbi was being harassed by an ex-boyfriend (a man planning to be involved in construction of the firebreak) and pretended to be her new one. Now they have to navigate a fake relationship, while both trying to best the other in a game of one-upmanship where someones is going to lose - and might just ruin the best thing both of them have ever had. There's no doubt that Abbi and Tyler have lots of chemistry! They share some sexy scenes together, though Abbi makes it clear that she's in it for the sex only, and isn't looking for more. She was taken advantage of as a teen by a teacher, a relationship that wrecked her self-esteem and gave her a less than ideal view of what to expect from the male species. She's stubborn and feisty and fights her feelings for Tyler every step of the way. Fortunately Tyler has the patience to see things through and prove to Abbi that he's not like the other guys she's known. Though he initially planned to get in and get out, his growing feelings for Abbi make him gives his future career some second thoughts. Couple their complicated and growing feelings for each other with Abbi's ex, who just won't go away, and a suspenseful and action packed second half of the story and you've got an entertaining and intense read!
when tyler mccall rolls into gold mountain in make me want he has no intention of making friends with the locals. after all, this is just a résumé-building stop on his way to fire safety management somewhere else. the last thing he expects to do on his first night is rescue a woman from an aggressive ex by pretending to be a new boyfriend. and he's also not expecting the sexual chemistry with this woman to be off the charts, especially since he's never been one to smooth-talk the ladies. and even worse, the last thing he expects is to realize that this woman is abbi haas, the naturalist opposed to the firebreak he's come into town to implement and oversee. abbi is passionate and headstrong and so badly burned by a childhood trauma that leads her to think the absolute worst of anyone who is actually trying to help her. this makes her both a sympathetic character and utterly enraging. because she is so passionate about her cause, but it also feels like she never listens to opposing viewpoints. she is so righteous and certain and it becomes a bit overwhelming. she immediately assumes that tyler is being misogynistic and condescending, and while his delivery leaves a lot to be desired, his position is based on his experiences as a firefighter and his knowledge of what it means to deal with the devastation it leaves behind. and his poor delivery and lack of tact has more to do with his own failings in personal communication rather than some deep-seated misogyny or misbegotten sense of superiority. mostly i wanted these two characters to have a conversation where abbi actually listened. one where she didn't immediately assume the worst and leave poor tyler at his wit's end. because as readers we were privy to his thoughts as well as hers and could see where things went sideways every time they tried to talk. ultimately, i liked the book, i just wished that abbi were a little less frustrating a character. because i wanted to like her. i wanted to be on her side because it seemed like it should be the nobler side, but oh man, she made it difficult. tyler for all his demons is a good guy. and why it took abbi so long to see it, well, her history of sexual abuse makes the whole thing complicated and excusable, but no less of a challenge. **make me want will publish on august 28, 2017. i received an advance reader copy courtesy of netgalley/entangled publishing (brazen) in exchange for my honest review.
If you enjoy a good love/hate relationship, this is a good one. Both main characters have demons they are running from, which causes them to constantly butt heads despite the attraction they feel for each other. Tyler has a need to protect others to compensate for losing his best friend in a fire. Abbi has a need to be independent due to a trauma she lived through in her teens. Not only are they opposites personally, they are also on opposing sides concerning a fire break that may or may not get constructed in the mountain. Nothing is really cut and dry personally or professionally. Personally, I would have liked less butting of the heads, but I loved everything else about the book. Both characters are very likeable and I wanted to see them get their happy ending. I would consider this a mid to high angst read with no cheating. ARC provided by NetGalley.
Two wounded hearts collide in what is just supposed to be a quick dash of fun, but neither can resist the magnetic pull towards each other when life keeps bringing them together! Rebecca Brooks always brings us a sexy read filled with passion, angst and a fun group of characters. Always a joy to return to Gold Mountain and see what they have in store for us this time. Wildland firefighter Tyler McCall is running away from memories he can't handle right now and has taken a temporary job in Gold Mountain, Washington. He's got his sights set on getting in, doing the job and getting out with the lead on a future job to head for immediately afterward. His priorities just might change when he gets set up for a short-lived rescue of a damsel in distress at the local pub ... and ends up ready to hook-up with her before the night is out! Abbi Haas doesn't need any man to rescue her, but when the hottie that her BFF sends over to ruffle her exes feathers turns out to be smokin', she's willing to take him for a ride before she sends him on his merry way too ... only her best of intentions are thrown for a loop when he shows up at her job the next day as a consultant in the project she's determined to cancel before it gets off the ground!
Rebecca Brooks brings out the big guns with Make Me Want. Tyler is a tall drink of water with a sexy swagger and a thirst for danger. Abbi is a wannabe bad girl that craves independence despite that lingering fear of the unknown. In no way is this a hearts and flowers romance. Ms. Brooks thrives on creating tension and the hot and cold temperatures permeate every interaction between the main characters. Abbi and Tyler are not easy, but the unpredictability delivers a scrumptious reward.