About the Book
Feisty, independent, architectural designer Tara Adams finds herself homeless, alone, and blackballed just days after dumping her boyfriend. No one appears to care that she caught him cheating nor a first-class mooch. Sad and disillusioned, Tara goes home for Christmas in Wyoming, where she was loved unconditionally, or so she thought. Taking a risky chance and driving in the dead of winter, she finds her tire flat and her spare worse. Once she arrived home, her car is repeatedly vandalized.
The Sheriff, Chase Nichols, is intrigued and disapproving when he sees the spunky woman with New York plates stranded on the side of the highway. He gets her to the nearest garage but finds her final destination is the same house he is presently staying. When she begins to find herself in much more trouble, he is there to assist if she will let him.
As they get closer to solving the mystery, Chase makes it clear he is interested in more than solving her case but is Tara’s heart so easily mended?
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EXCERPT
Tara could feel the little pulse in her neck beat rapidly. Her chest rose and fell almost as fast.
“Anytime,” she replied hoarsely.
“What?”
“You said, thank you.”
“Did I?” He shook his head as he reached for her. “Come on, we need to get out of here before I show you my bedroom.”
“You already did.”
His response was rough. “From the hallway. I meant close up.”
Her strangled laugh echoed the tension they both felt. “I think you’re right. We’d better go.”
“Yeah.” His hand slid around her waist, and heat radiated from where he placed it on her hip. It felt better than anything she could remember in a long time. Chase made her smile. That was talent. He stopped before leading Tara out of the house. “This isn’t a rebound thing.”
“What?”
“Rebound, I’m not on the rebound. Karly and I were done a long time ago. It was just convenient, and I was a coward. I don’t like confrontations.”
“Yeah, I understand that too. But as the sheriff, you might work on the confrontations bit.”
“I should have said personal drama. It’s not me. I’d rather walk away than step into it.”
Tara was quiet for a few seconds. “I think Roger had been entertaining for a while. I just tried to ignore the signs. I’m not devastated. I was royally pissed. But I’m not rebounding either. That is if the subject ever comes up.”
“Of course.”