Spotlight: Beyond the Blue Horizon by A.L. Jackson

Beyond the Blue Horizon by A.L. Jackson will be out Oct. 7th. Get a first look of her upcoming book about a single mom, he falls first, small-town romance!

I should have known I’d break the promise I made when I found her stranded in a blizzard…

Feisty as hell and the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.
With the cutest kid and her grandmother in tow, she’s completely off limits.
I don't get involved with women like that.
I learned long ago I don't have the ability to love.
My life is sordid and danger is always hiding in the shadows.
Only I can’t turn my back on them when I realize she’s in trouble, and I insist on them staying in a cabin at the motel I own.
As penance for my sins, I promised my life to protecting others.
Except she becomes so much more.
A need I don’t recognize. A desperation that burns beneath my flesh.
One kiss, and I’m falling for her.
One touch, and I’m at her feet.
But when my dark past comes back to haunt me, I’m in a race against time to save the only woman I’ve ever loved. Only it may be the demons that have been chasing her that destroy what we built…

What to Expect in Beyond the Blue Horizon:

  • Single Mom

  • He Falls First

  • Hate to Love

  • Morally Gray Hero

  • Heroine in Hiding

  • Motel Shenanigans

  • Ex-Motorcyle Club

  • Secret Society

  • Band of Brothers

  • Small Town Romance

Excerpt (Chapter 1)

The squall of snow came sideways across the road, the gusts of wind howling through the trees as the storm pounded its fury out on the earth.

I was barely able to see a hundred feet in front of me, which was why I was squinting extra hard as I tried to make out the faint glow of red up ahead.

Taillights.

Another vehicle was traveling through the hazardous blitz.

Didn’t know why that bothered me so much, but worry suddenly blistered up beneath the surface of my skin.

Maybe it was instinct.

A sixth sense when things were about to go to shit.

Because the car started to take a curve that eased a bit to the left—one I knew like the back of my hand considering I normally flew along this road on my bike.

Only the lights suddenly whipped harshly to the right then gave into a full spin. A flash of color and a shockwave of disorder that I could feel diffuse across the space.

“Shit.” It left me on a ragged breath.

Sweat instantly slicking my palms, I gripped tight to the steering wheel as I sped toward the car, heart fuckin’ pummeling my chest in a riot of dread.

Took me all of three seconds to travel the distance, and I came skidding to a stop off the side of the road, angling a fraction behind it so the car would be protected if someone came blazing around the bend, unprepared and unaware of an accident.

It was a small gray sedan that had taken a nosedive into a ditch.

I didn’t take the time to drag on my jacket. I tossed my truck into park, flipped on the hazards, and jumped out.

The pelting snow felt like tiny, fiery darts that impaled the bare flesh on my arms.

I ducked down against the frigid ferocity of the wind, blood sloshing in my veins as I ran up to the car, terrified of what I might find.

Never could stomach it when something happened to an innocent.

I ran up to the driver’s side door and jerked the handle.

Locked.

Alarm twisted through my insides, and I smacked my palm against the window. “Hey, are you okay in there? Can you hear me? Is anyone hurt?”

I could feel the energy radiating from the cab.

Disoriented fear.

Like whoever was inside might be in shock and unable to process what was happening.

Didn’t relish the idea of breaking the glass, but I’d do it with my bare hands if I needed to.

“Open the door. I’m here to help you,” I shouted, barely feeling the frigid cold that howled through the forest.

A fire lit through my being.

Fuck, please be okay.

I breathed out the smallest gush of air when the door finally clicked open, and the light inside the cab flicked on to reveal a woman in the driver’s seat. An older woman was in the passenger seat, but what sliced through me like a blade were the cries erupting from a small child in the back.

The airbags had deployed, and it looked like the windshield was busted to shit.

A scourge of distress poured out, and I bent at the knees so I could better assess the situation.

“Is anyone hurt?” The words scraped up my throat.

The driver finally shifted her face in my direction, giving me a look at her for the first time.

In an instant, I was nailed to the spot.

Held by these fucking giant blue eyes that stared back at me in shock.

The same color as the arctic lake that The Sanctuary was built up against.

Just as fuckin’ deep.

The kind if you even dipped your toes into it, you’d slip right in and drown.

But it was the stream of blood coming from a gash on her temple and running down her cheek that sent worry screaming through my body. Slammed with a rush of protectiveness so severe that I didn’t know what hit me.

I ground my teeth against it. Only I was fucked up enough to be thinking about how gorgeous this woman was when she was in the middle of a calamity. Wanting to sink my fingers into her flesh all while I wanted to make sure she was whole and complete.

Never claimed not to be a sadistic bastard.

“Are you okay?” I forced my voice into calm as I tried to break through the daze that had taken her hostage.

Attempting to get her to focus on me when I could see her spellbinding gaze whirring with confusion.

“Hey, I’m right here. We’re going to get you help. I just need to know if anyone is hurt.”

She blinked through the havoc, words breaking on her tongue. “I…my son.”

Rattled cries of terror were coming from the backseat.

“It’s alright. Just stay calm. I’ve got him.”

I pressed the locks on the inside of the door. They clicked, and I hurried to the back driver’s side door, pulling it open to expose the car seat that sat directly behind the driver’s seat.

It faced backward, and a toddler who I’d guess was maybe two was buckled into it. His blond hair struck in the bare glow that rained down from the cabin light. Fat tears ran down his chubby cheeks, and he pointed his little index finger toward the front.

“Mommy!” Fear distorted his face, his mouth tipping down deep on the sides.

Distraught and still cute as fuck.

“Hey, buddy.” It was impossible to keep it light and easy with the dread that barreled through, my words gritting against the thickness that held the air. “Your mommy is right here. She’s okay. You’re okay.”

At least, I hoped to God they were.

From where I stood, I couldn’t see any visible injuries on the child, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t suffering something internally.

“Does anything hurt, little man?” Tried to inject lightness into the question, hoping not to freak the kid out any more than he already was.

His head swished erratically in his seat, and he pressed his chest up against the restraints. “I not hurt. I want my mommy!”

I could feel the woman finally break through the haze. No doubt, her son’s pleas drove her to coherency. “It’s okay, baby. Mommy is right here. We just had a little accident. It’s okay.”

“O-kay.” He drew it out on this little cry, though his fear was tempered by her voice.

The woman shifted to peer at the older woman in the passenger seat who looked to be maybe in her early seventies. Just as confused as the driver, her gray hair sticking up all over the place as she tried to process what had happened.

“Are you okay, Nelly?” The words heaved from the driver.

The older woman inhaled a steadying breath.

“I think so. Might have scared the pants off me, but it doesn’t feel like any of these old bones are out of sorts any more than they normally are.”

The driver nodded, then started to fumble around to unbuckle.

“Think you should stay right there until we get someone out here to check you all out,” I warned.

“I’m fine,” she wheezed, ignoring my instruction.

“You have a nasty gash.”

“I said I’m fine.”

Before I could convince her otherwise, she was on her knees, turning around, and crawling through the narrow gap between the seats.

My guts clenched in uncontrollable greed as the dome light overhead illuminated the striking contours of her face.

Fuck me.

This woman was stunning.

The kind of exquisite that could cut through every roughed layer of a hardened man.

Crack him wide open and make him believe there might be a chance of beautiful things.

Too bad I had the propensity of destroying the beautiful.

That didn’t seem to sway the urge at all because my fingers itched to reach out and explore.

Wanting to drag them through her long hair that was so white it was nearly the color of the snow.

Trace them along a face that was a painting of perfection. Defined but soft on the edges.

Cheeks flushed from the adrenaline.

Lips plump and pink.

But maybe what was really stealing my breath was her fierce determination as she fought her way to her son.

Blood gushing from that cut and tenacity dripping from her veins.

Made her look like some kind of battle-torn angel.

Or maybe it was just my own adrenaline thundering through my being that was distorting my nerve endings. Sending my reaction sideways and slanting in a direction it shouldn’t go.

A trauma response.

Only I’d seen so much blood and gore in my life that I knew fuckin’ better than that.

I was nothing but a gluttonous fuck.

Wanting to devour the good and lay it to waste.

“Mommy is right here, baby.”

The second she set her knees on the seat next to him, the kid instantly stopped crying.

“Hi, Mommy.” Through his tears, he grinned this beaming smile, and she choked out a relieved laugh.

“Hi, baby,” she whispered. Her delicate hands started running over every exposed inch of his body.

His little arms and legs.

Over his head and chest and shoulders.

Searching for any injury.

“You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay,” she mumbled like maybe she was trying to convince herself.

“I okay. We go crash?”

“Yeah, just a little crash, but we’re okay. Everyone’s okay.”

“Mommy got owie?” He pointed at the cut on her head. His eyes that were the same color as hers were wide with innocent worry.

“It’s just a tiny bump. It doesn’t even hurt.”

Doubted that claim was actually legit. About an inch of flesh was busted open, and a steady stream of blood oozed from it.

“I’m going to grab the first aid kit and get an ambulance out here to check everyone out. Pretty sure your car isn’t going anywhere.”

Her attention flashed up to me when I said it.

A different kind of panic lit her gorgeous features. Could tell she wanted to argue, but then she was looking back at her son, torn by something I couldn’t make out.

“Okay,” she finally agreed, and I ducked out of the car and ran for my truck. I threw open the back door and dug out the kit from where I kept it stashed, then I nabbed my phone from the console and thumbed into the screen at the same time as I went running back for the car.

Fuck.

No service.

Guts twisting, I kept moving before I popped my head back through the rear passenger door. “There’s no service. We’re pretty deep in the woods and the storm is likely adding to it. I can probably get it about five miles up the road. Think we need to move you all into my truck. It’s warm and I can get you into town quickly.”

Didn’t love the idea of moving the kid, or any of them for that matter.

My only solace was he seemed unharmed.

“I thought you said you could get service five minutes up the road?”

I let go of a heavy exhale. “I said probably, but I’m not a hundred percent. Besides, I’m not sure how long it would take an ambulance to get out here in this storm. Might be best for me to drive you the whole way.”

A war went down in the middle of the woman.

This fiery hot protection that I could feel brimming from her flesh as she stared me down like she could see every sin I’d ever committed.

Thank fuck she couldn’t.

Otherwise, she’d have them all running out into the woods, figuring surviving the storm would be a whole lot safer than surviving me.

“Not going to hurt you. None of you. My name’s Theo. Theo Mallin.” The promise grated up my throat.

Disbelief shook her head. “And I’m just supposed to take your word for it?”

The older woman in the front seat shifted around and peered into the back. “We don’t have a lot of other options, Pipes, unless you want to sit out here and freeze to death, and that doesn’t sound like a real fun way to go to me.”

Good. At least she was in my corner. Seeing things rationally.

I turned back to the woman who was looking at me with so much distrust it was a wonder I didn’t turn to ash.

But apparently, it was too fuckin’ cold for fires because that flame burning from her was petering out.

She breathed out a frustrated sigh. “Fine. But know I will claw you to pieces if you even look at any of us wrong.”

Couldn’t stop the rough chuckle that rolled up my throat while something in my chest was clutching in a fist.

This woman was ferocious.

“Noted, Pipes.”

She sent me a scowl.

I ignored how much I liked it, and I angled my head toward my truck. “Come on. Let’s get you out of this storm.”

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Cover Reveal: Beyond the Blue Horizon by A.L. Jackson

A.L. Jackson has revealed the gorgeous covers for the fourth standalone in her Moonlit Ridge series!

I should have known I’d break the promise I made when I found her stranded in a blizzard…

Feisty as hell and the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.
With the cutest kid and her grandmother in tow, she’s completely off limits.
I don't get involved with women like that.
I learned long ago I don't have the ability to love.
My life is sordid and danger is always hiding in the shadows.

Only I can’t turn my back on them when I realize she’s in trouble, and I insist on them staying in a cabin at the motel I own.
As penance for my sins, I promised my life to protecting others.
Except she becomes so much more.
A need I don’t recognize. A desperation that burns beneath my flesh.
One kiss, and I’m falling for her.
One touch, and I’m at her feet.

But when my dark past comes back to haunt me, I’m in a race against time to save the only woman I’ve ever loved. Only it may be the demons that have been chasing her that destroy what we built…

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Chapter Reveal! At the Edge of Surrender by A.L. Jackson

A.L. Jackson has your first look for At the Edge of Surrender, her upcoming surprise single dad, small-town romance!

About the Book

A surprise single dad, small town romantic suspense…

I’m the last guy on the planet who should be a dad. My life is chaos. My sins written dark and deep.
So, imagine my surprise when my doorbell rings and I open it to find the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen standing on the other side.
And she’s holding the hand of a little girl who looks just like me.

Emery tells me her sister, the child’s mother, is dead.
I feel like dirt since she’s a woman I can hardly remember, and it’s no wonder Emery doesn’t trust that I’m worthy of caring for her niece.
But I can’t turn my back, and I insist on raising Maci.
So, we strike a deal—she’ll stay with me for one month to ensure the little girl is safe.

Emery tries to hate me for who I am, but neither of us can resist the attraction that blazes between us.
One brush of her hand, and she has me on my knees.
One kiss, and I’m falling fast.
Soon, we find ourselves tangled in my sheets.

But when it’s discovered her sister’s death wasn’t accidental, the secret life I’ve been living collides with the past Emery has tried to keep hidden.
And when the fiends come back to finish the job they started, I’m in a race against time to save the two people who I’ve come to love most…

Excerpt - Chapter Reveal

What the hell did I think I was doing? Allowing this man—this complete freaking stranger—to pick me up off the floor, that was what.

Arms strong and sure where he had them under my legs and back.

Maybe I’d had too much to drink. Or maybe it was that my emotions were so frayed and raw that it’d left me numb in some hypersensitive way.

It was like I could feel too much and too little, both empty and like I was going to burst apart from the pressure, and I was desperate for anything to fill the void.

Well, anything except for that disgusting creep who’d come sauntering up to me like I’d actually play into his stupid pickup line. Slurring his words as he tried to get into my line of sight.

Panic had lit the second he got into my vicinity.

That instinct kicking in.

Fight.

Except I had so little fight left in me. So little fight after everything I’d been living for had been stolen away. The hole gaping and throbbing. And now, the last tattered piece was getting ready to be ripped away.

So, there I was, in this crappy dive bar where I thought I’d be isolated enough to drown in my sorrows, only instead, I had wound up a limp mess in the arms of a stranger with my arms around his neck and my face buried under his chin.

A stranger who’d managed to knock the air from my lungs when I’d caught a peek of him where he’d sat in a booth with his friend.

If I was thinking straight at all, I knew he should send fear clapping through my veins.

Because this man was terrifyingly gorgeous.

Strike that.

He was gorgeous and terrifying. An aura of duplicity radiated around him. Wickedness shrouded beneath an easy, affable grin.

“I’m going to make sure she’s fine.” The shallow, dark words rumbled in his chest. “Just be sure these fuckers get gone.”

“Safe to say they won’t be back around,” another voice uttered low.

“Thanks, brother.”

“Yeah.”

A nod and a gesture, and we were moving again. His heavy boots thudded against the hardwood floors. I felt him angle to the side and a door was opened before it clattered shut behind us.

Then I was being lowered onto a worn leather couch in what appeared to be an office.

He stepped back, and I struggled to get my bearings. To stop the rush of dizziness that spun through my head.

I dug around in myself to find the woman that I normally was.

One who most definitely didn’t let random men pick her up and carry her into secluded places.

He took another step back, and I lifted my gaze, my eyes roaming up the hard, intimidating planes of him as I went.

Tracking over motorcycle boots and dark jeans and a fitted button-down that hugged the visible strength packed underneath. The rippling muscles of his arms were covered in ink, the designs extending down onto the backs of his hands, so intricate I didn’t have time to make any of them out.

Not before he was rumbling, “Were you hurt?”

My attention was pulled the rest of the way up to his face.

Striking green eyes speared me to the spot, so intense I was afraid he could peer all the way through me.

His jaw was defined and his brow cut in a harshness that promised there was nothing innocent about him.

His face a carved sculpture of fierce, unnerving beauty.

 Maybe that’s why I’d let him touch me. Because everything felt so ugly and bleak right then that I needed something beautiful to marvel at.

A shockwave of energy ruptured from him.

A rage I could see he was trying to keep contained all mixed up with this concern that had my stomach twisting with something I shouldn’t feel.

I swallowed around the force of it.

“No.”

He roughed a tattooed hand through his warm, brown hair, his voice a scrape of coarse gravel. “Saw you hit the ground pretty hard.” 

My head barely shook, and my tongue stroked out to wet my dried lips. “My hip might be a little sore tomorrow, but that’s it.”

“You sure? Because you have this going on.”

Shock ripped through me when he reached out and dragged the knuckle of his index finger up the track of a tear that I didn’t know had fallen down my cheek.

Warmth followed in its wake.

A skimming of heat that rushed beneath the surface of my skin.

What the hell was happening to me?

How was I just sitting there? 

Chin tipped toward him like I wanted him to do it all over again.

Maybe I really was losing it.

Going off the deep end.

“I…” I stalled.

Was I really going to admit this? Just let it come riding out of my mouth when that territory was always off limits? Apparently, since the words were trembling off my tongue. “I don’t really like being backed into a corner like that.”

The man’s expression morphed, running through a fresh round of fury.

Most people didn’t like to be touched when they didn’t want to be.

I got that.

But mine went deep.

Honestly, my fear of it used to be debilitating. It was something I’d been working on for years, but I still hadn’t managed to fully bring down the shield. 

“Fucker is lucky he’s still standing.” There was no missing the undercurrent of ferocity.

As if he were trying to control it, he swiveled on his heel and strode over to the bar on the far side of the office.

His big body moved across the space.

Fluid and lithe.

Enthralling.

I watched as he grabbed a glass and filled it under the faucet, and he was almost wearing a smile when he turned and headed back for me.

The ground trembled below. 

“Here.” He handed me the glass of water.

“Thank you,” I whispered as I brought it to my lips. “Though in a place like this, I’d think you might offer something stronger.”

A low chuckle rolled out of him.

Dark and mesmerizing, and God, I had no idea what it was about him. Why I felt compelled. Held by the energy that emanated from the danger carved on his flesh.

“Think that could be arranged.”

He moved back to the bar, and he glanced at me from over his shoulder. “What were you drinking?”

“Tequila.”

Something I was sure I was going to regret in the morning, but I was already dreading tomorrow with everything that I had, anyway. A hangover couldn’t make it any worse.

And right then, I needed to feel something different. Something different than the grief that had chained me for the last three months. Grief that I was terrified was going to get even more awful come tomorrow.

“Ah, now see, one should never drink tequila alone,” he said in that growly, mesmerizing voice.

“Is that so?” I drew out.

Was I flirting with him?

“Oh yeah,” he returned, just the hint of a cocky smile arching at the edge of his mouth. He picked up a bottle of silver tequila from a shelf that ran the backside of the small bar and filled two tumblers half full.

Then he sauntered back my way, two glittering glasses dangling from either hand.

My heart thumped wildly in my chest.

His striking features slipped between brutal, curious, and sly.

Like he held a million secrets, and he’d be all too willing to steal all of mine.

God, I really must have been drunk because I swore an aura built up around him with every step that he took. A dark light that glowed. An energy that pummeled and bashed and soothed.

I fumbled to set the glass of water onto the side table next to the couch.

“Here you go, beautiful.” He passed me the tumbler in his left hand, and my attention dropped to the tattoo he had stamped on the back of it.

It looked like some kind of symbol.

Two stacked Ss with a dagger running down the middle. An eye sat directly in the middle of it, and at the top of the dagger was a wilting black rose with its petals falling off.

I didn’t know why, but the sight of it impaled me with an arrow of sadness.

With loss.

Like maybe for one second, I could see his pain, too. That his mirrored mine.

 He moved to sit in the office chair behind the desk that sat in the middle of the room. Swiveling it toward me, he stretched his long, thick legs out in front of him.

It left about three feet of space between us, but still, I felt him like a landslide. Like a shifting of tectonic plates inside me.

Or maybe my life had gotten so mangled, I couldn’t discern what was already broken and all my shattered pieces were finally falling away.

Whatever it was, it ached, throbbed, as if for one second, he might be able to assuage it.

“What’s your name?” His voice was cut low.

His words shards that coasted through the dense, dense air.

“Emery,” I whispered.

Something flashed through his expression. “Well, Emery, it doesn’t look like we’re celebrating tonight, so here’s to not drinkin’ alone.”

Leather creaked as he sat forward in the chair, and the man stretched out his glass to clink it against mine. The faintest grin danced over his lush, tempting lips.

The man a dose of wicked bliss that would likely be fatal in the end. 

I softly tapped my glass to his. “To not drinking alone.”

I tipped the glass to my lips. A fire charged down my throat as I took a sip, but it was different than what I had been drinking.

Smoother.

Almost sweeter.

I let the flavor roll around on my tongue before I mumbled, “Not cheap tequila.”

He canted his head to the side. “Figured after whatever kind of night you’ve had, you deserve the best.”

I wavered before I finally forced my appreciation off my tongue. “That was kind of you. All of it.”

My voice took on a deep sincerity as I glanced at the door.

Electric green eyes sparked beneath the warm light emitted from the fixture hanging above the desk. “Not gonna sit around and watch some asshole try to take something someone doesn’t want to give them. Especially when they’re clearly having a vulnerable moment.”

“Is that what I look like? Vulnerable?” I didn’t mean for it to come out a challenge. But I couldn’t stop it. That armor I’d worn for years hardening around everything that was vulnerable.

His gaze roamed over me.

Slowly.

Meticulously.

Fire flamed in the middle of it. Tension binding the air as he dragged his attention all the way down then slowly back up to my face. “You look like a whole lot of things.”

He eased forward a fraction. “A warrior. A fighter. A fiery temptation sitting on that couch, though it appears to me someone attempted to put that flame out.”

His voice scraped across my flesh. A rough caress I was foolish enough to want to feel over every inch.

His tongue stroked out across his plush lips before he continued, “You look like the perfect kind of fantasy that I have no right dreaming.”

My stomach pulled tight. A foreign sensation that should be impossible to feel.

But it was there, flickering beneath my skin.

A slow burn that I’d never experienced before.

He kept inching forward, the wheels of the chair bringing him closer as he angled my direction.

My breaths turned jagged and shallow.

Less than a foot away, he reached out and brushed the pad of his thumb along my cheek, so soft I thought I might crumble beneath the tender touch. “But most of all…right now…you look fuckin’ sad.”

My spirit flailed. A silent cry that erupted from somewhere deep inside me. Lurching toward this stranger who saw me. One who’d noticed and recognized.

This stranger—this stranger I should be terrified of—but one who instead elicited a buzz that burned through my body. “You want to tell me what put that expression on your gorgeous face?” He kept running his thumb over the apple of my cheek.

My throat thickened. “It’s just been a really rough couple of months.”

I almost laughed at myself. It’d been more than rough. I’d lost the person closest to me. But I couldn’t bring her up. Not right then.

Sympathy flickered through his eyes, like whatever emotion he’d just experienced was a match to my own.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

Somehow, I knew he meant it. It wasn’t some platitude.

He angled back, letting his hand drop to the arm of the chair, though he remained right there.

His presence hovering around me. 

I blinked, trying to process through what this man made me feel. Why I felt like I knew him. “Why do I get the sense you’ve had a couple of those bad months yourself?”

I guessed I was pushing. More comfortable with this man than I should be. But he made me feel…different.

A grin hooked at the edge of his mouth that I was having a hard time not staring at, though there was a distinct grief woven in it. “We all have, haven’t we?”

“But do we really notice it?”

We all knew pain, and we were all likely grieving in some way, yet we moved through our days without really noticing or acknowledging it.

But I could feel his.

His hand came back to my face, and this time, he rested his entire palm on my cheek. His face dipped in so close I was breathing in his aura.

“Like the way I see yours?”

My nod was shaky. “I think I feel yours, too.”

“And why do you think that is?” His voice dragged lower, sending a rash of tingles lifting across my flesh. 

“I…I don’t know. I don’t know why you feel different. Familiar, maybe. Safe.” It all rushed out of me without permission.

But it was true.

I felt safe.

Truly safe for the first time since I was seventeen.

So, when he went to draw his hand away, I hurried to grab it and pressed his heated palm back to my cheek. Desperate to feel something other than the torment that slayed and ruined.

Desperate to fill the cavern that throbbed inside me, even if it was only for one minute. The piece that had been cleaved away without the chance of it ever being restored.

This man who for the first time in years didn’t make me want to run.

I knew this had to be a grief reaction. A survival instinct. Because it shouldn’t be possible, and certainly not with a man who looked like him.

What I really needed to do was drag myself back to the hotel and curl up in bed next to her and wait for the morning to come. But it was morning that I dreaded. Morning that was likely going to rip out the last piece of me that I was clinging to.

And for a little bit, I wanted to feel this. The sear of his palm as it rested on my cheek. The heat of his eyes that flamed as he stared across at me. The pound of my heart and the greed that blistered through his body.

“What are you doing?” His voice had gone gruff.

“I just want to feel.”

His thumb stroked the curve of my cheek, and his breath curled over me as he leaned in even closer.

Cedar and clove.

Hazard and the starkest sort of sincerity.

“And what is it you want to feel?” he grated.

“You. This.” I pressed his hand closer, wondering if it was possible he felt it, too.

The energy that crashed and compelled. A gravity that tugged at every cell in my body.

My body that never reacted, but somehow, right then, it was alive.

Tingling with a need that sped through my veins and lifted chills across the surface of my skin.

The grunt he released sounded like a warning. “Not sure that’s a good idea.”

“Because you don’t want me?” It was out before I could stop it.

Right then, I didn’t care. I didn’t care about shields or reservations or the insanity of what I was doing.

A dark chuckle rolled out of him, and he reached out and framed my face in both of his big, powerful hands. “Don’t want you? I’ve imagined peeling you out of those clothes no less than a hundred times since I saw you alone across the bar, but I’m not sure you’re up for what you’re asking. I’m no gentleman, Emery. Not even close to being a good man. I’m not the dragon slayer you think I am. I’m the dragon.”

Maybe part of me knew that. Could feel what underscored his being. The danger and threat that loomed.

Yet he was the one holding back. The one who made me feel like this.

I didn’t care about anything else right then.

“Please.” My eyes squeezed closed as I begged it, then I gasped and my eyes flew open when I was suddenly swept off the couch and planted on the desk in front of him.

He hadn’t even stood.

He wound my purse off my shoulder before his big hands were gripping me by the outside of my hips, up high under the skirt of my dress, and he angled in so close that I thought he was going to kiss me.

Only he raked out an inch from my lips, “You want me to touch you, Little Warrior?”

And maybe I had fully lost it.

Had gone mad with grief.

But I didn’t care.

My fingers sank into his hair, and I murmured, “Yes.” 

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A single dad sheriff doing his best to protect his town. A gorgeous stranger caught trespassing. A love never expected…

So, it turns out the town sheriff is a total cinnamon roll. A big, burly, grumpy, hot as sin, cinnamon roll. He found me hiding out on private property. Trespassing. I lied and told him I was only there because I was out of cash and had to sleep in my car.

I thought he’d give me a ticket and send me on my way.

Instead, he insisted that I stay at his guest house—right next door to him and his three kids.

I know better than to let them get close. I’ve been betrayed too many times to put my trust in anyone.

Too bad the air crackles every time he comes near, and I feel like I’m going to burn up every time I look at him.

All it takes is one reckless night to completely spiral into the bliss of the man and his big, capable hands. One dinner with his little family to completely fall.

Only I never told him why I really came to Time River. Now I have to choose to trust him with my secret before it’s too late for both of us…

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Prologue

I stared at her from across the room.

I could feel the walls closing in, and the need I’d had for her for my entire life growing stronger than it ever had. As if the two of us were hinged on this moment.

 “Tell me I’m not too late. Tell me you still love me.” There was no stopping the plea.

Pain and desperation twisted through her expression. “Do you think I could ever stop loving you?”

The second she said it, I snapped, and I was across the room.

I crashed into her in a landslide of greed.

One hand dove into her hair and the other curled around the side of her neck as I crushed my mouth against hers.

Really kissing her for the first time.

Nothing had ever felt quite like kissing Dakota Cooper.

It was flames and heat and pure relief.

I sucked it in, imbibing the feeling as I devoured her mouth.

My chest nearly blew with the power of it. With the way my heart thrashed violently at my ribs. With the devotion that surged from the sacred place that had always been meant for her.

Except I’d always known why I couldn’t touch her. The reasons I’d built the walls between us.

Why she was only supposed to be my best friend’s little sister.

I’d crossed a line I wasn’t supposed to cross.

And I should have known I’d have to pay the penalty…

Chapter One - Ryder

What the fuck was she doing out here?

I slowed my motorcycle as I came upon a small white Volvo SUV pulled off to the side of the road, its hazards flashing through the dusky light as the summer day faded into grays.

My guts tangled in a knot of worry.

We were twenty miles outside of town, and the two-lane road was basically desolate except for a random car that whizzed by.

There was no mistaking that car. The rear window was a fucking billboard for the country market and café Dakota Cooper owned. It wasn’t like I blamed her for wanting to advertise, but I didn’t love that every fucking person in this town knew her name, either.

Where she worked and where she lived.

Not that there was a ton of privacy in a small town the size of Time River.

Everyone knew everyone.

And even if she lived in the middle of a bustling city, I was pretty sure she would have made a name for herself, anyway.

Hell, I figured every time she smiled at some unknowing fool, she carved herself into their memory.

Made her mark.

Unforgettable.

Protectiveness lined my insides in a sheet of steel.

It was nearing dark, and she was out here in the middle of nowhere.

By herself.

Any monster could roll up and catch her unaware.

Just like me.

My bike came to a rumbling stop ten feet behind her, and I killed the engine, tossed the kickstand, and swung off as I took stock of the situation.

Dakota was more than capable, but it still made me itch that she was on her knees in front of the back-passenger side tire, cranking at a handle on the jack to lift the rear-end of her car.

Looking like a goddamn vision beneath the rays of the setting sun.

I tamped the bolt of lust that stirred my dick, something I’d gotten really fucking good at over the years, and I edged toward her, my boots crunching on the loose gravel.

Awareness rippled through the twilight with my approach.

A flash of tension before it settled into something familiar and right.

“Funny, I didn’t see a call or text from you,” I said, words rough and carrying over a big truck that blew by, sending a flurry of debris scattering through the air.

Dakota glanced my way. The hint of a smile played through the shiny gloss coating her lush lips.

“That’s because I didn’t call you.” Her voice was a tease as she continued to crank the handle, though her breaths were coming hard with her exertion as the back-end of her Volvo slowly hoisted.

At least she had a blanket spread on the ground to protect her bare knees since she had on one of those sundresses she always chose to wear. Black fabric dotted with pink flowers that hugged every lush curve of her body.

I thought she might have been prescribed specific attire with the sole purpose of driving me out of my mind.

“You should have.”

“What, you think I’m not capable of fixing a flat tire?” Eyes the color of cinnamon and fire glinted back. “I seem to remember someone who insisted on making sure I knew where the jack and spare were when I bought this car.”

She arched a brow. Her cheeks were full and high, and the threat of that tiny dimple on the left side of her chin flickered and danced like temptation.

“Yeah, that was so you would know how to do it for when I’m not around, and here I am.” I lifted my tatted arms out to the sides.

Except if she had called an hour before, I wouldn’t have answered. I’d have been too wrapped up in the bullshit dragging me under. A millstone around my neck.

One day it would be the reason I drowned.

The thousand shades of brown in her eyes danced as she peered up at me, and she chuckled a low, throaty sound that shivered over my skin. “Of course, you are. Tell me you’re not stalking me?”

Stuffing my hands into my pockets, I let a smirk ride to my face. “You know it. It’s my job to know where you are at all times.”

“Is that so?” Her expression twisted in playful disbelief.

“Isn’t that what friends are for?”

“Friends? Hardly. It sounds to me you’re acting more like my overbearing brother. I swear, if it was up to the two of you, I’d never step foot outside by myself.”

Sounded like a solid plan.

“What are you doing out here, anyway?” I asked.

“I had to pop over to Costco in Poplar to grab some things for the café. What are you doing out here?” She tossed it back at me like she figured I’d been up to no good.

I had been, but I doubted it was what she was thinking.

Shame locked down my throat. As close as I was to Dakota, there would always be a wall. A place I couldn’t let her see. The fucking last thing in the world I wanted her to know about me.

My jaw clenched as I forced out the lie. “Just felt like feeling the wind on my face. My bike was calling to me.”

“A little hot for that, isn’t it?”

“Never too hot for me.” The smirk was back in full force.

With the history around us, I was thankful we’d gotten to this place.

Where we could be easy together.

Friends, even though it was fucking painful being this close to her most of the time.

But I would take her any way I could have her.

She scoffed and turned her attention back to the jack, clearly picking up on the innuendo I couldn’t help but slide into the conversation. Before I could let my brain spiral into depravity, I strode the rest of the way up to her.

It cast her in my shadow where I towered over her.

“Are you going to get up off your knees and let me help you, or are you just going to leave me standing here staring at you like a lazy prick?”

Leaning back, she swiped a bead of sweat that trickled from her hairline with her bare shoulder.

My fingers itched with the urge to reach out and trace the spot. But touching her was the last thing I could do. I wouldn’t taint her goodness with the sickness of me.

“Haven’t you learned yet that you don’t need to ride in like the cavalry, Ryder?”

“I already rode in, Cookie, so you might as well let me.”

I’d started calling her that years ago.

Now there was no way I could stop.

Pushing to standing, she waved at the flat tire. “Fine, if it makes you feel more like a man, then go for it.”

I shook my head at her. “Are you trying to bust my balls?”

“Someone needs to.” She punted me a grin.

I started to move to take her place, but she bent over to straighten the skirt of her dress.

It speared me to the spot.

Her tits were heavy and spilling out of the scooped neckline.

Her hips full and wide and perfectly hugged by the fabric.

Hair a warm brown that was streaked with honey, and she wore it in a high ponytail, the same way as she did most days, the lush locks wavy and draping over one shoulder.

I couldn’t help but envision wrapping my hand around it, tugging her head back, and devouring that lush mouth.

I swallowed hard, doing my best not to ogle my best friend’s baby sister.

Dude would fucking gut me if he had an inkling of an idea about the thoughts I had of her.

Too bad he was the least of my worries.

She moved a foot to the side, and I took her spot, reining that bullshit in.

I knew better.

Dakota was a friend. Like a sister to me. And I’d do well to remember it. Because I would never fucking drag her into the mess that was my life.

I cranked through the lug bolts, removed the tire, then was quick to replace it with the spare.

The whole time, I could feel her attention on me. Eyes tracing.

“You enjoying yourself, Cookie?” I canted a glance up at her. The last of the light caught her in its hazy rays.

Brown hair and mesmerizing eyes.

So goddamn pretty my stomach clutched.

Raking her teeth over her bottom lip, she tried to contain her laughter. “Guess I like you on your knees for me.”

A snort left my nose. I’d been for years, and she didn’t have a clue.

Giving a final tug at the lug nuts to make sure they were tight, I shifted to fully look up at her. “You need to make sure you’re not driving on this for long and take it in to get the original tire repaired or replaced.”

The cock of her head was nothing but a razzing challenge. “I am a capable adult, Ryder. I even own my own business.”

“Know that, Dakota.” The words were low.

“Then you can stop treating me like a little girl.” The barest flash of annoyance hit her expression.

If only that was the way I saw her.

“Go ahead and tell my brother while you’re at it,” she tacked on, rolling her eyes though there was affection woven through. “The two of you are ridiculous.”

“I just care about you, Dakota. About Kayden.” The admission came rough, and the sweat that suddenly slicked my skin didn’t have anything to do with the summer heat.

Thinking of Dakota’s son always got me that way. He was two, and the cutest fucking thing I’d ever seen.

I didn’t know if it was loyalty or jealousy that hit me hardest, not that I had any right to the last.

Softness radiated from her as she gazed down at me, that sweetness that was always lingering beneath the surface riding from her tongue. “You know I can’t call you every time some little thing goes wrong in my life and expect you to come running, Ryder. You’ve already done enough for me. Too much.”

Gratitude tinged with unease infiltrated her tone, her eyes dropping for a beat. I knew exactly where her mind had gone.

The money I’d given her to help start her business.

I released the jack and stood. There was nothing I could do but take her by the chin. More tender than I should. I towered over her, searching her face like there was a way I could get her to understand.

“That’s where you have it wrong, Dakota. You can. I expect you to call me. Whatever you need. And there is no such thing as too much when it comes to you. Do you understand?” The words left me like a tumble of stones. A plea and a demand.

Because I’d wanted to give her everything I had, but the only thing I had been able to do was give her the one gift that I could.

She viewed it as a debt. Like something she needed to repay.

She could never understand that what I’d given her was my heart.

Those pink lips parted, and fuck, greed twisted through me like a hurricane, cock pushing at my jeans like I might be able to possess the one woman I could never have.

“I don’t want you to waste your time on me,” she whispered. “I know you have your own life. Things you need to take care of.”

A puff of disbelief escaped between my lips. “You could never be a waste, Dakota Cooper.”

The air thickened. Growing dense and pushing in. Heavy and hot. A dragging pull between us.

My phone pinged in my pocket, and both of us jumped back like it was a warning going off that we were about to cross a line we couldn’t cross.

Blowing out a steadying sigh, I dug into my pocket and thumbed into my phone like it was the most important thing in the world, then my chest clutched with the reminder of why I could never get too close to Dakota.

Why she’d hate me if she knew.

 

Dare: Where the fuck are you? You’re late.

 

Swallowing around the barbs in my throat, I looked up at the woman who stood three feet away shifting on her feet.

Innocent and right and every good thing in this life.

I roughed a hand over the back of my neck, attention on my boots when I said, “I need to get going.”

I felt the weight of her nod. “Yeah, I need to get to my mom’s and pick up Kayden before they get worried.”

I hoisted up her flat tire, opened her trunk, and tossed it in. Dakota came to my side, her presence close to overwhelming as she placed the blanket she’d had on the ground on top of it.

For a second, we hovered in each other’s space. So close but where we could never belong.

Lost to a beat of greed.

The kind I could never give into.

I pushed the button to close the hatch then took a step toward my bike. “Be safe, Dakota.”

Cinnamon eyes watched me like they could see through to my sins. “You, too.”

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A jaded single dad. A woman returning to her small-town roots. Neither was prepared for their paths to collide…

I should have known I was in trouble when I backed my old, beat-up truck into the shiny Range Rover.

The driver looked like a gorgeous fallen angel – one who’d been booted right out of paradise for being a giant prick.

Good thing I’ll never have to see him again.

Except when I show up for my new job to teach a little girl how to ride her horse, I find the same icy blue eyes glaring back at me.

Paisley Dae is completely reckless. She’s also the best trainer in this small town. And Evelyn gets the best.

Protecting the little girl is my one focus.

Only the sassy trainer in her cut-offs and cowgirl boots quickly gets under my skin. Distractions are dangerous, but she soon becomes everything I crave.                         

One reckless night of giving in, and Caleb and I spiral into a web of passion.

But when I begin to unravel the secrets hiding in this place, I find there is more riding on this job than I thought.

Caleb and Evelyn are worth any sacrifice – only Caleb has to decide what he will sacrifice for me…

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