Over the Top by NY Times Bestselling author Rebecca Zanetti

OvertheTopTour Over the Top by Rebecca Zanetti Maverick Montana #4 Publication Date: July 21, 2015 Genres: Contemporary, Romance Over the Top Cover

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Synopsis: Dawn Freeze had a huge crush on Hawk Rain for years, and the entire town knows it. It's understandable-- the man is total hotness. That tall, lean body. Intense dark eyes. And always one foot out the door. Now he's on leave for exactly one week. And this time, he's made it crystal clear that he only wants one thing. Her.
Hawk's been fighting his attraction to Dawn for as long as he can remember. She's his best friend's little sister, and that means hands-off. Except now she's all grown up, and her sweet sexiness is exactly what he craves. But just as Hawk allows himself one mindblowingly intense night with Dawn, he learns that everyone he loves is in danger. Especially her. And the only way to protect Dawn is to push her away...
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About Rebecca Zanetti

Rebecca Zanetti New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Rebecca Zanetti has worked as an art curator, Senate aide, lawyer, college professor, and a hearing examiner - only to culminate it all in stories about Alpha males and the women who claim them. She writes dark paranormals, romantic suspense, and sexy contemporary romances.
PLAYLIST: Over the Top by Rebecca Zanetti

Austin - Blake Sheldon
Tell Me How You Like It - Florida Georgia Line
What We Ain't Got - Jake Owen
Back to December - Taylor Swift
Thinking of You - Christian Kane
Redneck Crazy - Tyler Farr
Get Me Some of That - Thomas Rhett
See You Tonight - Scotty McCreery
Carolina - Parmalee
The Guy Who Says Goodbye to You - Griffin House
Wish I Would Have Said That - Williams Riley
Colder Weather - Zac Brown Band
That's My Kind of Night - Luke Bryan
Pull Me Back - Leah Turner
You Don't Know Her Like I Do - Brantley Gilbert
Compass - Lady Antebellum
The House That Built Me - Miranda Lambert
Stay - Florida Georgia Line
Whatever She's Got - David Nail

EXCERPTS: Over the Top by Rebecca Zanetti

Dawn stilled. She blinked and then narrowed her focus to his face. “Why not?”
Because the woman had crushed on him big time, and that didn’t just go away. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her smile held a hint of danger. “Do I look hurt?”
Hell no. She looked like an angel fully prepared to sin. “You know what I mean.”
She bit her lip, and he wanted to groan. Again. “I really don’t know, Hawk. Last time I checked, we were just friends. You made that abundantly clear last year.”
Yeah, he had. He’d said those exact words to her after Colt and Melanie’s wedding, figuring there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d survive his last job and make it home. Yet here he was. “I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page.” He sounded like an asshole, damn it.
Then she smiled, and he forgot to breathe. Again. “We’re on the same page,” she murmured.
The end of the bar slammed open, and Adam strode around with a thick blue ski jacket in his hands. “Damn, Hawk. It’s good to see you.”
Hawk nodded and leaned over for a manly half-hug. “Ditto. We’ll have to have a drink sometime this week.”
“Name the night, and I’m here.” Adam turned toward Dawn. “Sorry I took so long.”
Hawk frowned and eyed the bar owner. The guy was well over six foot, built tough, and smiling way too gently. “Took so long?” Hawk asked.
Dawn chuckled. “Were you counting your money from tonight? Miser?”
Adam grinned, flashing what people probably thought was a charming dimple. “I’ve asked you repeatedly to stop calling me that.” He helped Dawn into the thick jacket. “You ready?” His smile relaxed his usually hard face.
Dawn patted Adam’s flat stomach and turned back to Hawk. “I think so. Are we done?”
Hawk slowly nodded. “Yeah.” Almost in a daze, he followed Adam and Dawn from the bar, waiting until Adam locked up. How could they be dating? Did Colton know about that? How could this have happened so quickly? “You two have a nice night.”
“Thanks.” Dawn smiled, and the duo ran through the sleet and across the street to a black Chevy pickup against the opposite curb. Adam opened the driver’s door, and Dawn jumped up, scooting across the seat. Two seconds later, Adam started the engine and drove the truck down the deserted main street of town.
Hawk watched them until the truck disappeared. Snow and freezing rain smashed down, and he didn’t care. Heat exploded in his chest, forcing him to take several deep breaths to calm himself.
All he’d wanted to do was explain to Dawn that he respected her and would never hurt her feelings as a friend. The last thing he expected was to find himself standing in the rain with his dick in his hand.

“Yoo-hoo,” a cheery voice chirped as the kitchen door opened.
 Hawk dropped Dawn to her feet and whirled around, reaching for the knife he’d forgotten to place at his hip. His gun was on the nightstand, damn it. His heart thundered, and the room narrowed into sharp focus as he moved to defend.
“Hawk,” Dawn hissed, shoving at his back. “Relax.” Her voice was low and throaty, and so sexy a shiver dashed down his torso. “It’s Mrs. Hudson.”
Ah, shit. Hawk blinked and took in the scene, forcing his body to relax. “Hi, Mrs. H.”
Mrs. Hudson, wearing a bright purple down jacket with “Hot Mama” bedazzled across the front, led Mrs. Poppins into the room.
Mrs. Poppins sighed. “Oh my.”
Mrs. Hudson whacked Mrs. P. with a humongous purse. “Look what you did, Bernie. Just look what you did.”
Hawk cleared his throat and fought the urge to shuffle his feet. Dawn stepped up next to him, her face a blazing scarlet.
Mrs. Hudson, oddly enough, looked more regretful than righteous or judgmental. “The cow, Dawnie. Come on. Surely you understood about the cow, sweetie.”
Dawn swallowed audibly. “Yes, ma’am.”
Hawk frowned, turning from Mrs. Hudson to Dawn to Mrs. Poppins. “Is there a problem with the herd, ladies?”
Mrs. Poppins coughed. “No, young man. It’s more of a milk issue and making it too readily available.”
Mrs. Hudson sighed. “Well, that’s two down. There are still three rules we could employ. I mean, he didn’t really rescue her last night, you know? You should’ve called him before she changed the tire.” Then, catching herself up short, she peered through bright red glasses at Hawk. “Don’t you have somewhere to be today, Hawk Rains?”
When she used that voice and gave him that look, he felt eight years old again. “Actually, I do.” He had to get back to work, which meant he had to stop thinking about sweet Dawn Freeze and concentrate.

Dawn heard what must be her dad’s truck in the distance, and she sat up as he pulled to a stop behind her quiet SUV.
Mere seconds later, the door was wrenched open, and Hawk stood outside, his green eyes darker than normal. He wore faded jeans and a dark T-shirt, and his shoulder length black hair looked ruffled, like he’d been asleep. The guy hadn’t bothered to grab a jacket, and snow quickly covered his broad shoulders.
“You okay?” he asked.
She blinked. “Where’s my dad?”
Hawk stepped closer and brought the scent of darkened forest with him. “Are. You. Okay?” Fire now burned in his eyes, and his jaw worked in what looked like anger.
Scary. Hawk on the side of the road in an irritated mood was actually kind of…scary. “I’m freakin’ fine. Where’s my dad?”
Mrs. Poppins twittered from the passenger seat. “Oh my. I got the phone numbers mixed up.”
Dread slithered down to land in Dawn’s abdomen. Embarrassment followed quickly. She turned a look on her companion. “You didn’t.”
Mrs. Poppins grinned, showing her perfectly spaced dentures. “Oops.”
Dawn could swear a growl rumbled from Hawk’s muscled chest as he leaned in, his face way too close.
“Babe? If you don’t answer my question—”
She turned to face him. A tingle spread through her abdomen, reaching and warming her private parts. Now that was a voice she wouldn’t mind hearing late at night under the covers. Sexy, dangerous, and masculine.
Unfortunately, also impatient…and sliding rapidly to pissed off, if she had to guess. She sighed. “I’m fine. Hit my head and landed on my wrist. Stop being scary and go away.”
Mrs. Poppins clucked her tongue. “She didn’t mean that. Must be the head injury.”
Dawn leaned forward and rested her head on the steering wheel. “I can’t do this. I really can’t take this—not now. Please. No list, no meddling, no mistaken phone calls. Please.”
Mrs. Poppins patted her arm. “See? She’s delirious.”
Hawk clasped Dawn at the base of the neck and drew her gently back. His hand was firm and warm, determined. A shiver wandered right down her spine, and his hold tightened.
Oh man. He’d felt the shiver.
Then his face was in hers, separated by a mere inch.
Her breath caught, and the universe stopped moving. Completely. She focused on his forest-green eyes to keep from looking down at those full lips. Don’t look. Don’t look.

“Head injury?” Hawk rumbled, his gaze penetrating Dawn’s. He looked deep, and he looked hard, and the hand at her nape didn’t relent.
“No,” she croaked out. “Little head bump…nothing to worry about.” Why was it so hard to breathe all of a sudden? If he didn’t back up, she was going to completely humiliate herself and flatten his ass on the icy road. It’d be worth it just to feel that impossibly hard body against hers for a few seconds.
He lifted an eyebrow. “Blink.”
She huffed and blinked several times. “I’m okay.”
“Your pupils look all right.” He leaned in a bit more. “Seeing stars? Blurry vision?”
“No.” She wanted to burrow into his heat, so she kept perfectly still. “I’ve had a concussion before, and I know what it feels like. This is just a bump.” She’d been bucked off horses her entire life, and she knew she was fine.
Hawk rubbed the nape of her neck, and she couldn’t help the small whimper.
That quickly, his face lost all sense of irritation. Something else replaced it…something heated and all male. “Let me see your wrist,” he whispered, releasing her.
She couldn’t take it if he touched her like that again, so she handed over her wrist.
He gently clasped her arm and turned it this way and that in the light from the car. “Bruised.”
“I know.” She gingerly retracted her arm. “I’m fine.”
“No she isn’t.” Mrs. Poppins clucked her tongue.
Hawk straightened and glanced around the quiet road. “You didn’t hit a moose.”
“Of course not.” Dawn shook her head and then winced as pain cut into the back of her eyes. “It was just a flat tire.”
“Okay.” Hawk rubbed his chin then slowly drew her from the car to open the rear door and place her in the backseat. “Let’s take Mrs. Poppins home, and then we’ll figure out what to do with you.” Without waiting for an answer, he secured Dawn’s seat belt, shut the door, and slid into the driver’s seat without missing a beat. Seconds later, he pushed the seat back and drove onto the road.
Mrs. Poppins bounced happily against her seat belt. “She shouldn’t be alone, you know. Just in case it’s a concussion. Could be.”
Hawk glanced into the rear view mirror. “She won’t be alone. I promise.”

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