What happens when an irresistible force meets an immovable object?
Remington Rohan was not a rule follower.
Former model (though not one of the “super” kind), successful influencer and life coach. Currently paid to tell people how to achieve the best from their lives and careers. In other words, a complete contradiction to how he preferred to live—namely, on his own terms and without input from others.
Everything about his life was going according to plan.
Until he started spending way too much time with a woman who defied his prejudices and challenged his beliefs.
Lydia Larkin was not a genius.
Gifted, clever, and stubborn. Raised on star maps and Hendrix, she was born an explorer. Temporarily tied down to a private sector science job, she knew she was biding her time before she was off to discover and build something new.
Not one to let society tell her who she was, she wasn’t about to let a professional influencer tell her she had to change to be happy.
Buckle up and brace for impact.
(In Between the Earth and Sky © 2017 Heidi Hutchinson)
Yes, he was a former Marine sniper.
And a successful entrepreneur.
A published model.
A highly sought after business strategist.
A public speaker, life coach, and self-help guru with a wave of followers who believed he was God’s gift.
And Lydia was probably the only person in the world who disliked him.
But she suspected the feeling was mutual.
“I had forgotten about you to be honest,” she said, still not looking right at him.
It made her feel like a chicken shit, but he was insanely attractive. And her brain had always loved beautiful things. So instead of turning into a swoony fangirl (like she’d seen so many level-headed and highly educated scientists she respected in the building do around him), she kept her eyes on her work. Or looked at his chest if she needed to address him directly.
It also helped to picture him as Hans Gruber from Die Hard.
Handsome and charming, but ultimately the bad guy.
Remington helped himself to a dark chocolate candy from the dish on her desk. She ground her teeth together a little more than necessary.
“Can I help you with something?” she asked, forcing herself to be polite.
“You’re so tense, Lydia. You know…”
The way he drew his sentence out had her bracing.
“I would love to help you with that.” His words dripped with innuendo.
Her eyes narrowed and she made the mistake of looking at his face. He met her gaze with a relaxed and crooked smile. Those brown eyes alive with mischief and amusement.
He fucking loved to mess with her. Merrick had told her time and again to stop rising to the bait. To let it go and ignore him.
“Gross,” she said flatly, blinking once.
His smirk twitched as he tisked. “That’s so inappropriate. You know I was talking about a nutritional cleanse.” He made a show of looking around her desk. “I’ve left you some information before.”
Yes, he fucking had.
He even mailed them to her while he was out of town.
“Still peddling your pyramid scheme, huh?” she asked, going back to her computer and opening the email app.
“It’s not a pyramid scheme,” he responded tightly.
She sensed rather than saw him straighten his spine.
“Whatever you need to tell yourself to help you sleep at night, Charles Ponzi.”
Before he could fire back, the double doors opened and Merrick ushered him in. “Rem, good, right on time. Miss Larkin, please hold my calls.”
Lydia nodded her acknowledgment.
Remington hesitated in front of her desk until she finally raised her eyes to his. His mouth was a flat line, all amusement gone and the lines around his eyes deepened with his stare.
He knocked once on her desk as he tilted his head and ran his tongue over his teeth. “You know, this internship is doing good things for you. In a couple years, I think you’ll be ready for real employment.”
Lydia sucked in a breath as he turned around and flashed a smile at Merrick.
She hated him.
He was such a dick.
Heidi Hutchinson was born in South Dakota and raised the exact right distance away from the Black Hills. She had an overactive imagination very early on, and wasted no time in getting most of her friends in trouble due to her unrealistic and completely ridiculous ideas. Seeing as she was so lazy and also afraid people would think she was bonkers, she didn’t write down any of the story lines that played out in her daydreams.
During her high school years, she took pen to paper and filled more notebooks than she is proud of with angsty, depressing, self-deprecating poetry. This led to her writing down more things: notes, ideas, character bios, plot twists that had no plot yet to twist. After years of cleaning up her own scraps of imagination with nothing solid to hold on to, she sat down and wrote the story that had been in her head the longest. Fueled by coffee and her unwavering and perfectly normal devotion to Dave Grohl, she discovered a writer living inside of her.
She still lives in the Midwest, though not as close to the Black Hills as she would prefer, with her alarmingly handsome husband and their fearless child. They eat more pizza than God intended and she listens to her music the same way she lives: loudly.